By 2026, Stephanie was finally of legal age. There was now nothing standing in her way of enrolling at Xnxx High School. This was the biggest dream of that petite, cute-faced blonde. She put on her tattered mini denim shorts, her spaghetti-strap tank top, and her pink sneakers, tied her fair hair into a ponytail with a simple rubber band, grabbed her tiny pink Hello Kitty backpack, went to the www station, and hopped on the first train heading toward the school.
The ride was comfortable, and -hurray- she had the window seat. As she gazed out at the passing scenery, she sat up on her knees in her seat, pressing her hands and lips against the glass and having fun leaving a funny smudge of her pink lipstick behind, when the man sitting next to her placed his hand on her hip. But she wasn’t worried, she’d already expected things like this to happen as she stepped into the adult world.
She arched her supple back and pushed her buttocks toward him. He slipped his finger through one of the holes in her well-worn, threadbare shorts, touched her bare bottom, and she giggled with joyful. She wasn’t even a member of the forum yet, but her first adventure had already begun.
The man used his finger to tear and widen the small hole in her denim fabric, creating a slit just wide enough for his hand to fit through. As the girl watched the scenery pass by the window, he grabbed her ass and squeezed it, sliding his middle finger between her butt cheeks to touch her wet pussy. Stephanie pressed her palms and mouth against the train’s cold window, taking short breaths as she thought about how lucky she was. She could already imagine the likes and comments she’d get on the forum when she shared this adventure. She bit down on her finger and, as a single tear of joy rolled down her cheek, she thought the readers would love it.
He grabbed the torn edge of the girl’s shorts with his other hand and ripped off a large piece. Stephanie felt the cool air brush against her bare ass and thought, I guess he’s going to fuck me. She trembled with the excitement of knowing she was about to be raped by a stranger on a train heading to the Xnxx site. She pulled her half-tank top over her perky breasts and pressed her hard, aching nipples against the fogged-up window. She smiled as she imagined the shock someone looking at the train from the outside would feel upon seeing her.
“Do you have a public sex license, young lady?” asked a cold voice.
She turned her head back to see who had asked and looked at the conductor standing in the aisle between the seats with a sour expression, giving him a look that said, “None of your business, Mr. Whoever-You-Are; I’m an adult now, Okaaay?”
The man in the seat next to her muttered, “Oh, that’s conductor StanleyOG,” sensed danger, jumped to his feet, and slipped away stealthily, covering his face with his hand. Stephanie frowned. She’d known for a long time that boys couldn’t be trusted, but she’d thought adult men were braver.
“What license?” she asked, spreading her hands to the sides with a confused, wide-eyed look. ¯_(°°)_/¯
“To have a fuck in public places, you need a author’s license…” said Stanley, the surly conductor in his uniform and cap. “And it looks like you don’t have an exhibitionist’s license either.”
“But… But I’m not a author yet, sir…” she said, bowing her head shyly and trying to cover the large hole in her shorts with her hand.
“Hmm… Since this is your first time breaking the rules, I’ll let it slide, but if you do it again, I’ll ban you…” he said, tapping the ticket hole punch against his palm.… stapler… bore tool… or whatever it’s called.
Banned? Oh, what a horrible word! Stephanie thought no one had been banned since the days of the Inquisition. Except for those spammer terrorists. They were the bad boys who attacked the school building day and night trying to find a security flaw in Xnxx High, and banning them was not enough. She sighed wistfully, longing for the old days when those spammer bastards were hung from trees by their dicks. While reading history books about those very, very ancient times -2010s or so- when freedom of thought wasn’t as restricted as it is now, she’d think, I wish I’d been born earlier so I could’ve met the authors of those legendary stories.
“Passengers getting off at the Xnxx dot com station, please proceed to the exit,” she jumped up the moment she heard Stanley’s emotionless announcement, grabbed her backpack, and ran off the train. Walking between the platforms with her mouth agape, gazing around like a young country girl visiting the big city for the first time, she paid no mind to those bumping into her shoulders in the crowd or those laughing at her naked butt visible through the wide hole in her shorts. Outside the station, she waved down a taxi, leaned through the window, and told the driver where she wanted to go. The man pointed to the skyscraper across the street and muttered, “You’re already there, you dumb blonde,” then stepped on the gas and drove off.
Oh yeah, Stephanie! There she was at last! She was standing in front of the grand blue-and-white Xnxx logo. She pulled her phone out of her backpack and stopped to take a few selfies in front of the sign. She made a victory sign with two fingers, grinned widely, stuck out her tongue, pulled her tank top up to flash her titties, and sent the photos to her ex-school friends. Giggling at the thought of how jealous they’d all be, she skipped up the steps, pushed open the grand entrance door with her butt, and stepped into the massive main page lobby.
Her first impression was one of disappointment. The lobby’s design looked as if it were left over from the previous millennium. The walls were painted dark blue, and the ceiling was lit by white fluorescent bulbs, some of which flickered. The only thing that disrupted the space’s atmosphere of neglect was the boring music coming from a speaker at the reception desk. It looked like a large box with mechanical buttons, and inside, a tape was winding from one spool to another. Stephanie hadn’t heard this song before; she thought they must be a new band. “Hey Jude, huh? This song won’t catch on,”
As she approached the reception desk, her skinny legs trembled with excitement; she took the registration papers from her pink backpack, held them in her trembling hands, leaned over the desk, and moaned in a weak voice.
“Sign me up, please…”
“The papers…” said the receptionist, StanleyOG, in a cold voice.
She set the wobbling stack of papers down on the registration desk. Stanley glanced at her email address as if it were the cv of someone unimportant.
He pulled out of his drawer that strange device whose name Stephanie didn’t know; a large metal mechanism with a knob on top; a gadget that made a click-clack-tock sound when pressed on top and stamped “Approved” on the paper beneath it. He tapped the top and approved her email address.
“Is that it?” she asked, her eyes widening with joy. “Did I get accepted into school?”
The receptionist, Stanley, pulled a form out of a drawer and handed it to her to fill out. Stephanie picked up the pen, which was tied to the desk by a string, and wrote down the username she’d been thinking about for a long time; Step-Honey. There was no need for anyone to know her real name.
He put the big metal thing back in the drawer, pulled out a thick, hardcover binder with the terms and conditions printed in bold letters on the cover, and slammed it down on the table. Without even reading it, of course, she flipped straight to the last page and, beneath the warning -which she wouldn’t have been able to see even with a magnifying glass- about what could happen to her once she accepted the cookies, she wrote “I agree” and signed.
The registration process was complete; Stanley pulled a lanyard ID card out of the drawer and tossed it onto the table. Stephanie knew she had to keep it around her neck at all times while she was at school.
“Is it done? Can I go in now?”
Without breaking his stern stance, he placed his finger on the first rule of the rulebook she had just signed. She saw "the six-message rule" written in huge letters and nodded. Then he turned the same finger to the side, pointing toward the elevators, and the girl skipped off in that direction with dance-like steps.
As soon as the elevator doors opened and she stepped inside, she let out a high-pitched scream: “I did it, I did it!” She knew which floor to go to. Her fingers traced the white buttons on the blue panel. General Discussion… Pictures and Movies… and… there it was… Sex Stories… the place she’d seen in her dreams and always wanted to go… the master writers of fantastic words, clever plots, and thrilling adventures. At last, she would have the honor of meeting them.
She pressed the button and, as the elevator rose, felt that pleasant sensation of falling—the same one you feel when a plane loses altitude. She couldn’t believe she was actually in this elevator, on her way to the Xnxx High School Sex Stories Class. She had to snap a few more selfies right away and show off to her friends. She turned to the mirror in the cabin, set her phone’s camera to back-to-back shooting, stuck out her tongue, crossed her eyes into an ahegao pose, pulled her tank top up to her neck to jiggle her tits, slid her shorts down to her knees, exposed her pussy covered in soft, golden pubic hair, and snapped a bunch of photos before sending them off.
She was still striking a pose as the elevator doors creaked open to the side. Before making eye contact with the people waiting on the floor, she had grabbed her ass cheek with one hand and pulled it to the side, sticking her tongue out at its reflection in the mirror. When she saw them, she hurriedly composed herself, tossed her phone into her backpack, and stepped into the hallway, slipping between their shoulders. She was struggling not to shout, Hey, Xnxx High School, say hi to your new school slut.
She saw a group of students in the school hallway, walked over to greet them, and stopped in front of them, bouncing up and down, but when she realized her boobs weren't jiggling enough, she bounced higher. Her nipples were briefly visible under her tank top, but no one was looking at her.
They were commenting on a story that had been published last month. It was about a girl who’d been used as a fuck toy by her daddy’s friends. “Hey, I know that story—I could say a few things about it,” she opened her mouth to say, but no sound came out. She remembered Receptionist Stanley’s warning: six messages, slut. She blew on the yellow streak on her forehead, “Hofff.” She looked at the photo ID badges hanging from their necks, trying to recognize them. Two had pictures of their huge cocks, and one had a picture of a famous porn star. Stephanie was upset that there was no photo on her own ID badge and decided to fix that as soon as possible. Her ass or her tits could make for a good profile picture for a first impression.
As she ran down the hallway to enter one of the study rooms and get the tedious task over with, she glanced back to see if they found her bare ass, visible through the large hole in her shorts, sexy, but it was as if she were invisible. She walked into one of the classrooms with the door open, grabbed a piece of chalk, wrote “I’m newbie” on the board six times, and stepped out into the hallway, wondering what would happen.
“Hi Stephanie, want to role play?” said a cheerful, heavyset man.
How does he know my name? she wondered. She was sure her name tag said Step-Honey. She leaned in to get a closer look at his name tag: BigDick_55 and a picture of a massive cock. Wow!
“What’s on your mind?” she asked curiously. Her mouth watered as she imagined the games she could play with that massive cock. It was so huge she had to force herself not to grab it and start sucking it right then and there.
“Ah, you’ll be my boss, and I’ll be your clumsy accountant. The company will lose money because of the mistakes I make, and you’ll punish me harshly...” he said, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
“But… Mister Big Dick Fifty Five… I… I was hoping that…” Stephanie stammered; her expectations had been different. Quite different.
“Come on, slut… All you’re gonna do is spank my naked ass a few times, stick a strap-on in my asshole, and squeeze and twist my balls hard… what’s the big deal?”
She swallowed hard. This wasn’t the orientation she’d expected on her first day of school. She shoved past him and walked away. She could hear him calling after her, but she didn’t turn around. She pushed open the door to the girls’ restroom and rushed inside, forcing a smile at the two tall, busty cheerleaders touching up their makeup in front of the sinks.
“The new school slut, Stephanie…” they said, nudging each other with their elbows and giggling when they saw her.
“Everyone knows my name—how is that possible!” she muttered. This was ridiculous.
“Step-Honey…” she corrected, pointing to her name on the name tag with her finger.
“That’s what we said too…” said RedCunt-18, whose name tag featured a close-up of her red pubic hair.
“The slut seems a little annoyed…How many words are you on, baby?” asked the brunette CumLoverSlut in a understanding tone; she’d posted a photo of herself licking up cum dripping from her silicone-plumped lips.
Stephanie closed her eyes and thought about everything she’d experienced since this morning when her story began.
“Around fifteen hundred…” she mumbled guiltily.
“This story’s at the fifteen-hundred-word mark and you still haven’t gotten fucked, is that right?” they shook their heads from side to side as if to say, You’re a hopeless case, slut.
“I’ll get fucked!” she screamed, “I promise, I’ll get fucked. The readers won’t regret it…”
“If there’s anyone still reading, of course…” RedCunt said in a judgmental tone, “
“Mister Big Dick Fifty Five has disappointed me…” she meowed sadly.
The girls, dressed in sexy, blue-and-white pleated cheerleader outfits, approached Stephanie with soft steps; one slipped up to her right and grabbed her bare ass through the wide hole in her shorts, while the other pressed her huge boobs against her left shoulder and began caressing her small tits under her short tank top.
“Ah, that accountant is harmless, sweetie…” RedCunt-18 whispered in her ear, “He just needs a good story.”
Stephanie felt herself drawn to her alluring voice. These girls could become her new besties. Girls are a girl’s refuge, aren’t they? Girls comfort the girls the boys have hurt. They could be invited to pajama parties in their dorm rooms on the Xnxx campus, gossip about the boys, braid each other’s hair, and follow each other on Insta.
“I love stories…” Stephanie murmured. She felt as if she were in a sex story, in the girls’ restroom at school, surrounded by lesbian cheerleaders. In her reflection in the mirror, she winked at the small-town blonde girl being caressed between two tall, sexy women.
CumLoverSlut shoved her by the shoulders toward the sink. Stephanie leaned forward, gripping the counter with her hands, and rose up on the tips of her sneakers. RedCunt-18 crouched behind her, pulling the remaining fabric of her shorts in opposite directions with two strong hands. The agonized scream as the fabric tore echoed off the tiled walls of the girls' toilets. Her ass was completely exposed; all that remained of her tattered shorts was a handkerchief-sized piece hanging from the front like a maid’s apron.
The red-haired woman cupped the girl’s smooth, small buttocks between her large hands, spreading them apart, then pressed her nose against the tiny butt crack and dipped her tongue into the nectar dripping from her pink pussy. Stephanie placed one foot away from the other to give her better access and sat down on her mouth. She lifted her face toward CumLoverSlut’s and parted her lips, craving a kiss. The woman pressed her mouth over the girl’s eager lips and thrust her thick tongue all the way down her throat. She was roughly kneading her breasts and twisting her nipples so hard they hurt. How big her hands are, she thought.
When she glanced at the mirror, she saw RedCunt standing up. But there was something unnatural about the scene. The woman’s blue-and-white pleated cheerleader skirt was swaying up and down as if something were poking it with a stick from underneath. To make sure she wasn't seeing things, she closed her eyes tightly and opened them again, but the scene hadn't changed.
Yes, there was a huge cock under RedCunt-18's skirt.
“You have a dick!…” she muttered in amazement.
“Why are you surprised, slut? What did you expect?” CumLoverSlut whispered in her ear, cupping her slender wrist with one hand placing her throbbing cock under her skirt into her hand.
“Ouch!” Her eyes widened at the size of what she was holding in her palm.
“Bend over, whore!” Grabbing the blonde’s ponytail, pushed her head down. Stephanie bent over at a perfect right angle and found herself face-to-face with the cocky woman’s massive cock swinging beneath her skirt. At the same moment, a heavy cock-meat slapped against her ass.
While holding onto CumLoverSlut’s leg with one hand to keep her balance, she grabbed her thick cock with the other, opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and began licking the broad cockhead with gusto. She felt her pussy stretch as RedCunt’s thick cock split her wet pussy lips in two and slid inside.
Sure, Stephanie wasn’t a virgin, but Xnxx High School’s rules didn’t allow her to say when she’d started being a good fuck toy. As she sucked the cock in front of her with slurping sounds and serviced the one behind her, she thought, I have to write this down. I have to tell readers how I got fucked by two cocked lesbians in the school’s girls’ bathroom. Determined to get more likes and comments, she decided to do her best and tried to slide that thick cock over her tongue and shove it down her throat. Of course, she couldn’t suppress her gag reflex and thrashed about, making sounds as if she were choking.
“Let me teach you, little whore…” CumLover gripped her ears tightly like a fuck-handle and thrust forward, shoving her cock all the way in until the balls hit girl’s tiny chin, making saliva spurt from her tiny nostrils.
“Her pussy isn’t bad…” RedCunt rated, spanking her ass as they pumped hard.
Suddenly, the door opened. Stephanie couldn’t see who was coming because her head was under the skirt, but she could hear their footsteps.
“New cunny, huh?” said one. “New and fresh…” the others agreed.
Just as CumLover was about to cum, she pulled her cock back, and a thick strand of saliva dangled from Stephanie’s mouth. She kept her mouth open to taste it, but the cocked lesbian squirted onto her eyelids, forehead, and cheeks. Her eyelashes were stuck together; as she tried to open her eyes, CumLover began licking her face with her thick tongue. The woman loved the taste of her own cum, and Stephanie fought her tongue against CumLover’s to catch a bit of it.
When her face was wiped clean, she blinked her eyes open, smiled at the guys stroking their cocks and filming with their phone cameras, and licked her lips.
“I'm cumming, my love!” RedCunt growled. She yanked her thick cock out of the girl’s pussy and shoved it into her partner’s waiting mouth.
The authors had already gathered in the school bathroom, rubbing their cocks impatiently as they wondered what was coming next.
Stephanie reached into the small pink backpack on the sink counter. She took out a stack of sticky notes she’d prepared earlier and stuck the labels “Exhibitionism,” “Consensual,” “School,” and “Blowjob” on the mirror, then smiled at the authors who were eager to fuck her.
“Is there anything else you’d like to add, guys?”
…
Hours later, Stephanie lay in a pitiful state on the filthy tile floor of the bathroom. Her entire body was covered in bruises, bite marks, and cum, all her fuck holes were wide open, and thick streams of cum were flowing out of them. Word of the incident had spread, and other classes had formed a line outside the door. The large bathroom mirror was nearly completely covered with sticky notes.
Someone wrote “Fisting” with a smirk and stuck it to the mirror. Stephanie was too exhausted to resist him. She hadn’t anticipated there would be so many members at Xnxx, nor that the labels would hurt her so much. She spread her legs to take the fist, tears of regret streaming from her eyes, then turned to the reader and asked, sobbing.
“Do you want to add something too?”
…
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