The girl with braces and geometry homework had a very popular, very secret second life.
The laptop's fan whirred on the cluttered desk, a low hum against the pop music pulsing from its tiny speakers. A geometry textbook lay open beside it, a half-filled worksheet on congruent triangles peeking out from between the pages. Pink walls were mostly obscured by a collage of glossy photos—smiling cheerleaders frozen mid-air, a basketball team hoisting a trophy, candid shots of girls making silly faces at the camera. A half-finished charcoal sketch was taped just above the monitor. An unmade bed with a bright blue comforter took up most of the space, a heap of clothes piled at its foot next to a stray basketball.
Alex sat perched on the edge of her spinny desk chair, her small frame clad only in a neon lime-green bra and a matching pair of lace-trimmed Pink panties. Her legs were crossed, one bare foot bouncing restlessly to the beat. A few faint reddish blemishes were scattered across her chest and shoulders. Light from the screen illuminated her face, catching the metallic track of braces that lined her teeth when her lips parted in a focused frown. On each of her slender wrists, a collection of colorful plastic bands clicked together with her movements.
She reached for a small glass pipe from beside her keyboard, her movements practiced and sure. With nimble fingers, she loaded a pinch of dark, sticky herb into the bowl. The flick of a lighter, a brief orange flare. She inhaled, holding the sweet, earthy smoke in her small lungs for a moment before letting it out in a hazy cloud that drifted lazily towards the ceiling. A satisfied little smile touched her lips. She moved the mouse, the cursor hovering over a big red button on the streaming site's interface. She clicked. The text changed: `[LIVE] LilSlutGirl is broadcasting`. A separate chat window began to fill with usernames and a rapid-fire cascade of messages.
Leaning forward into the webcam's view, she adjusted her bra straps, pushing her small A-cup breasts up and together. She gave a bright, bubbly giggle as she read the comments flying by.
"Heeeey guys~" she chirped, wiggling her shoulders. "Didja miss me?"
The chat window was a frantic scroll of text, usernames and messages blurring together in their haste.
`yessss she's back`
`LilSlutGirl i luv u ♡♡♡`
`show us that tight little body`
`dance!! dance!! dance!!`
`afghan kush? nice choice`
Alex let out another delighted giggle, her head tilting as she tried to catch individual comments. "Hehe, someone noticed my pipe! Yeah, it's the good stuff." She picked another message out of the cascade. "`dance for us!!` Okay, okay, you guys always want me to dance," she said, pouting theatrically. Her pout melted back into a wide, bright smile. "Fine!"
Pushing her chair back with a scrape of plastic wheels on the wood floor, she stood up. She took a few steps back from the desk, giving the camera a full view of her lean, compact body. Her stomach was flat and tight, a pale canvas broken only by the small, shallow button of her navel. The lime-green panties sat low on her narrow hips.
She raised her arms over her head, her thin wrists clicking with the stack of plastic bands. The pop song shifted to one with a heavier bass line, and Alex began to move. She rolled her hips, her movements fluid and self-aware, her gaze locked on the small lens of the webcam as if she were looking right at each and every viewer.
"Is this what you wanted?" she asked, her voice a little breathless. She turned, giving the camera a full, deliberate view of her backside. The lime-green panties stretched taut across her small, firm ass cheeks. She planted her hands on her lower back and arched it. "You like my new underwear?" she asked, wiggling slightly. "It's from Pink. My favorite." She bent over slowly, her hands resting on her knees. The position offered the webcam a tantalizing view, the thin scrap of lace doing little to hide the shape of her.
Straightening up, she turned back to face the camera as the chat erupted into a new frenzy of demands.
`omg show your tits slut`
`i wanna see that pussy`
`ur so fucking hot`
`get naked!!!!!`
"Wow, you guys are so horny tonight," she laughed, undeterred. "You're all so impatient." She grabbed the bottom hem of her lime-green panties with her thumbs and pulled them down just a fraction of an inch, revealing the top of the neatly shaved, hairless mound beneath. A few of the guys in the chat went wild, the messages flying even faster now.
`omg yes`
`PLEASE`
`i'll give u whatever you want`
`ur so hot alex show us all of you`
A wide grin spread across her face. "I guess, since you're all begging so nicely..." She turned her back to the camera for a moment, and her viewers watched as she unclasped her bra. She shrugged it off her slender shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with a soft rustle. When she turned back around, her small, girlish breasts were bare. They were tight and high on her chest, each tipped with a small, pale-pink nipple that was already starting to pebble in the cool air of her room. A few tiny acne spots dotted the skin of her chest, stark against her pale skin. She placed her hands on her hips, striking a pose. "There," she said, a note of pride in her voice. "Happy now?"
The chat went wild.
`FUCK YES`
`those little tits are perfect`
`omg i'm gonna cum`
`NOW THE PANTIES SLUT`
Alex giggled, bringing her hands up to cup her small breasts. She squeezed them gently, pushing them together. "You like my little titties?" she asked the camera, her thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples. "They're still growing, you know." The renewed calls for her to take everything off filled the screen. "You guys are never satisfied, are you?" she teased. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pulling it down even lower than before, exposing the very top of the slit nestled between her outer lips.
"So close… Just a little more..." she whispered, her voice a breathy invitation. "Maybe I'll show you my cute little pussy..." she continued, "if you keep telling me how bad you want it..."
The cascade of messages in the chat window became an unreadable blur of white text on a black background.
`FUCKKKKKKKK i want it so bad`
`take them off please please please i'm begging you`
`show us your bald cunt`
`you're the hottest slut on this site`
Alex let out a high-pitched, triumphant laugh. She pushed off her chair slightly with one foot, sending it spinning in a slow circle. "You guys really want to see it that bad, huh?" she asked, her voice alight with glee. She stopped the chair's rotation so she was facing the camera head-on again. "Alright... I guess I've made you wait long enough."
Her movements were slow, deliberate, maximizing the suspense for her audience. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the lime-green panties one final time. Her fingers slid the thin fabric down over the gentle curve of her belly, past her hip bones. She kicked one leg out, then the other, and the panties fell into a small, bright pool of color around her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside carelessly.
She stood completely naked, legs parted slightly, hands on her hips in a posture of proud defiance. "Tada~" she sang.
Her small body was fully on display. The faint acne on her chest mirrored a few similar spots on her pale, flat stomach. Her little A-cup tits were pert, their pink nipples still hard and pointing directly at the camera. Below her navel, her shaved pubic mound was a smooth, clean swell of skin, completely hairless. Her cunt was small and compact, a neat little package tucked between her thighs. The outer lips were thin and pale pink, barely concealing the slicker, darker slit within. It was a perfect, tiny, tight-looking pussy, looking almost unused.
She took a step closer to the camera, leaning forward to give them a better look. With one hand, she reached down and gently parted her lips.
"See?" she asked, her voice a low, teasing murmur. "I told you it was cute."
Her viewers went insane. The little black window flashed white with the speed of their typing.
`get closer`
`OMG SPREAD IT OPEN`
`put a finger in that tight little cunt Alex`
`show us how wet u r slut`
`FUCKKKKKK I'M GONNA CUM TO YOUR PERFECT BODY`
"Hehe, closer?" Alex read the comments, her voice dripping with amusement. She propped one bare foot up on the seat of her spinny chair, bending her knee and angling her hips directly at the webcam. The position gave her audience an even better view of her exposed crotch. "You want me to 'spread it'?" she mimicked, a teasing lilt in her voice. "Okay... since you're all being so nice..."
Her fingers, already parting her outer lips, pulled them wider. She hooked her index fingers under the pale, puffy folds, stretching them open to reveal the slick, glistening interior. Her inner lips were a darker, wetter pink, sheltering the tiny nub of her clit at the top. The slit of her cunt was a dark, wet crease below, dewy with her own arousal.
"Look how wet you guys made me," she whispered, her voice husky. She pushed her hips forward an inch, bringing the close-up view into even sharper focus for the camera. The wet gleam of her pussy was undeniable.
The chat's demands for her to touch herself, to put a finger inside, grew even more frantic.
"Put a finger in?" she repeated, looking directly into the camera lens with a wicked smile. "Mmm, okay."
She shifted her hand, keeping her cunt spread open with her thumb and middle finger. Slowly, tantalizingly, she lowered her index finger to the entrance. The tip circled the wet opening for a moment before she pushed it inside.
"Ooh..." A soft gasp escaped her lips as her own flesh stretched to accommodate her finger. "It's so... tight..."
The frantic scroll of text continued, a digital chorus of lust and demands. But a few comments snagged Alex's attention, and a wry smile spread across her face, showing off her braces.
`a perfect little virgin cunt`
`i bet she's never even been touched`
`i wanna be the one to pop your cherry`
She let out a short, sharp laugh, the sound almost a snort. She looked down at her own finger, which was now buried to the first knuckle inside her wet, tight pussy, and then looked back up at the camera.
"A virgin?" she scoffed, her smile turning into a full-blown grin. "Hehe... you guys are so silly." She pushed her finger a little deeper, wiggling it slightly. A fresh wave of slickness coated it. "Honey, this cherry got popped a loooong time ago."
She pulled her finger out with a wet, sloppy sound and held it up to the camera, a glistening trail of her own wetness connecting her finger to her cunt for a brief moment before it snapped.
"My dad's worker boy took care of that for me," she announced nonchalantly, as if talking about the weather. "He was like, twenty-two? He thought I was really hot. Threw me on my bed right over there," she nodded towards the messy blue comforter, "and just... started fucking me. It was SO hot."
She watched the reactions in the chat for a moment, enjoying the shock and the fresh wave of excitement her story produced. Then, she slowly slid her wet finger back inside herself.
"This is nothing," she purred, rotating her hips in a small circle as her finger slipped in and out of her slick channel. "I like it way better when it's a real dick. This is just... foreplay, you know?"
The chat was a mix of disbelief, arousal, and more demands.
`no fucking way`
`that's so hot tell us more`
`i bet u loved it u dirty slut`
`stop talking and finger your cunt for us`
`i want to see that pussy get fucked`
"Mmm, I did love it," Alex murmured, her voice becoming breathy and distant. Her attention was turning inward, to the sensations she was creating for herself. Her other hand came down to cup one of her small breasts, her thumb lazily circling the nipple. Her hips began to move more rhythmically, pushing against her own finger.
"Ahh..." A soft moan escaped her lips. She slid a second finger into her cunt, the tight walls of her pussy stretching to accommodate it. The slickness was obvious now, her fingers glistening as they slid in and out of her small frame.
"It feels so good..." she whispered, mostly to herself. "But... it's not enough."
Her gaze drifted around her room, landing on the mismatched pile of clothes at the foot of her bed. Then, her focus shifted, settling on something just beside it: the handle of a purple basketball pump, half-hidden under a pair of discarded jeans.
A slow, mischievous smile spread across her face. "You guys wanna see me fuck my little pussy for real?" she asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush as she looked back at the webcam. She pulled her fingers out of her cunt with another wet pop. "I think I have an idea."
Without waiting for the chat's inevitable, resounding "YES", Alex stood up. She walked the few steps to the foot of her bed, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor. Her naked body was on full display for the camera—the taut skin of her back, the curve of her spine leading down to the dimples just above her firm, small ass.
She bent down, picking up the basketball pump. It was a simple, plastic thing, maybe a foot long, with a hard black handle. She turned back to the camera, holding it up like a trophy. A devious grin lit up her face.
"What do you think, guys?" she asked, her voice alight with playful wickedness. "Think this will fit?"
She sat back down in her spinny chair, but this time she turned it to the side, giving her audience a perfect profile view. She put one foot back up on the seat, her knee bent high, her cunt open and exposed to the camera's gaze. It was still slick and glistening, the inner lips looking swollen and sensitive.
She held the pump in her hand, testing its weight. She ran the tip of the smooth plastic handle over her outer lips, smearing the slickness around. A soft sigh escaped her.
"Let's find out," she whispered.
She pressed the tip of the pump handle against the entrance to her pussy. It was wide, much wider than her fingers. She had to push, her lips stretching and whitening around the intruding object. She let out a sharp, pained gasp, her body tensing.
"Ah... oh, fuck..." she breathed out, her braces flashing in the screen's light. "That's... that's so big..."
She paused for a second, catching her breath. Then, with a determined look, she pushed her hips forward, slowly, deliberately, forcing the head of the pump handle into her tight, wet cunt.
The plastic handle slid into her, a thick, unyielding invasion. Alex's breath hitched in her throat, her knuckles white where she gripped the pump's cylinder. Her face was a mask of strained concentration, her brow furrowed and her lips parted around a silent gasp. The webcam captured every detail: the way her small pussy lips were stretched wide and pale around the black plastic, the sheen of her own wetness lubricating the slow, difficult entry.
"Nngh... fuck... it's so... tight..." she grunted, her voice a low, guttural sound. Her hips trembled with the effort. She pushed forward another inch, then another, the handle disappearing slowly into her small body. "Oh, god... it feels... it feels so full..."
The chat was a frenzied waterfall of encouragement and raw desire.
`FUCK YES PUSH IT ALL THE WAY IN`
`FILL THAT TIGHT CUNT`
`i'm cumming just watching u`
`you're such a good little slut`
Alex's own arousal seemed to feed on their words. A reddish flush crept up her neck and onto her chest. Her free hand, which had been resting on her thigh, came up to squeeze her own breast, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she worked the pump handle deeper. She began to rock back and forth, establishing a slow, clumsy rhythm. The handle slid in and out of her with wet, slapping sounds.
"Ah... ahhh... fuck..." she moaned, her head falling back. "It feels... so good... when a boy... fucks me like this..." Her words came in ragged pants. "Hard... and... deep... just... ahhh! Fills me up..."
She pushed harder, faster, her small body bucking on the chair. The basketball pump became an extension of her own will, a crude proxy for the real thing she so clearly craved. Her moans grew louder, less inhibited, punctuated by the slick, percussive sound of plastic meeting her wet flesh.
Her face was contorted in a mixture of pleasure and exertion. Her braces glinted as her mouth fell open, a string of drool connecting her bottom lip to her chin. The muscles in her stomach clenched and danced with every desperate thrust. The purple cylinder of the pump was a blur of motion, slicked and shining with her fluids.
"Oh... fuck... yes!" she cried out, her voice cracking. "I'm... I'm getting so close... you guys..."
Her hips bucked wildly now, a frantic, uncontrolled rhythm. She wasn't just fucking the pump handle anymore; she was riding it, impaling her own wet, desperate cunt on it over and over. Her breathing was harsh and ragged, each gasp a desperate plea for air. Her small A-cup breasts bounced with the violent motion, her pale pink nipples hard and dark against her flushed skin.
"Ahh... AH! FUCK!" Her eyes screwed shut tight. She let go of the pump's cylinder, her hands flying to grip the sides of the chair as a massive shudder wracked her entire body. "I'M... I'M CUMMING!"
Her back arched violently, her small frame going rigid. A series of powerful contractions seized her pussy, clamping down hard on the thick plastic handle buried deep inside her. The muscles of her inner thighs quivered and locked. A louder, wetter sound filled the room as her climax hit, a gush of slick, clear fluid spilling from her overstretched entrance to run down the black plastic and pool against her own skin.
Her orgasm tore through her in wave after powerful wave. "AHHHHH... FUCK... YESSS... OH MY GOD... FUCKKKKK..." The scream was raw and animalistic, ripped from the very depths of her. Her whole body shook, her toes curling as the last vestiges of pleasure washed over her.
Then, just as suddenly, she went limp. Her head lolled to the side, her chest heaving as she sucked in deep, shuddering breaths. The pump handle was still buried inside her, a stark black violation against her flushed, quivering flesh. Her cunt lips, swollen and red, pulsed weakly around it. A sheen of sweat and cum covered her stomach and thighs, glistening under the light of the laptop screen.
Her body was still trembling with the aftershocks of her climax, a pleasant, boneless exhaustion spreading through her limbs. Her breath came in deep, shuddering sighs, her eyes half-closed as she idly watched the chat scroll past, a frantic blur of praise and filthy comments she was too dazed to read.
*SLAM.*
The sound was sharp and sudden from outside, cutting through the hazy quiet of her room. The unmistakable thud of a car door. Alex's eyes fluttered open a little wider.
Then, she heard the front door open, and a woman's voice echoed up from the first floor, muffled but clear. "Alex! I'm home!"
Her mom.
Cold, electric panic sliced through the warm, sticky afterglow. Her eyes snapped wide open, stark terror chasing away every last trace of pleasure. "Oh, shit," she breathed, the words barely a whisper. She jolted upright.
With a pained grunt, she grabbed the basketball pump and yanked it out of her body. The handle exited with a wet, sucking schlorp that made her wince. She tossed it onto the heap of clothes, not caring where it landed. Her hands were shaking as she scrambled on the floor, snatching up the discarded lime-green bra and panties. She pulled them on with clumsy, frantic haste, her heart hammering against her ribs.
She lunged for the desk, leaning in so close that her face filled the entire webcam view—flushed, smeared with sweat, her eyes wild with fear. Her viewers were left with one final, fleeting image of their little slut's terrified, post-orgasmic face before her hand slammed onto the mouse.