Wishes Gone Wrong - Slut High Pt. 02

"My what?" he swallowed. "We just met."

"Your dick." I gave it a loving squeeze for emphasis. "Please? I need it so fucking bad."

"Jamie!" came a voice. Jean. I pressed myself in tighter to my man. She couldn't have him.

"There you are!" she came running up. How did she move so fast in those heels? "I've been looking everywhere for you. I was really worried after you... oh hi!" her tone dropped a sultry octave and a sly look crossed her face as she laid eyes on my beau. "I see you've made a friend."

"Oh my god, isn't he great? He's gonna take me home and marry me and spend all night pumping babies into my ass."

"Wait, what?" He took a step back. "What the fuck?" I stumbled to follow, not wanting to be an inch apart.

"Sorry stud," Jean laughed. "but I need to borrow Jayjay here."

"What? I cried, "No!"

"Tell you what though," she added with a wink. "How about I give you my number and we three can meet up later for a little ménage a trois?"

His gaze had shifted, his eyes were roaming indecisively over Jean's nubile form. His dick throbbed in my hands. I thought I'd be jealous that it was Jean doing that to him, but honestly, I was just impressed. I bet he could fuck both of us all night long.

"What?" he stammered in stunned disbelief, "I mean, yeah, sure."

"Great!" She pulled out a business card and slipped it into his back pocket as she kissed him on the cheek. "Come on, Jayjay," she turned back to me. "We gotta get back before Ms. Jennings spanks us for being naughty."

The man sputtered and coughed. I hadn't thought his dick could have gotten any harder and yet I was delightfully surprised. I gave Jean an impressed look.

She wrapped her hands around one of my arms and started to pull me away despite my whimpering protests. My heart ached with each step apart from him. Why was she doing this? I thought she was my friend. What had I possibly done that could have garnered such a betrayal?

"Jamie, are you okay?" she asked as we rounded the corner and I lost sight of my stud muffin.

"What?" I furrowed my brow. "Am I okay? Jean! How could you? I was.. I was going to get laid!"

"With that guy?" she giggled scandalously. "Do you even know his name?"

"That doesn't matter! He was nice! He liked my tits! We were gonna have so many babies!"

She laughed. "Oh my god Jayjay, you've got it bad. Look at you! You're shaking. What the hell are you even saying? You're so horny right now you'd fuck anything that moves. "

"I... I wouldn't!" I totally would.

"Here, come to my locker. We'll find you a shirt."

"Wait," I looked down at my naked tits. "What happened to my blouse? "

I followed her back into the school. The musk of perfume and sex hung heavy in the halls.

"Jamie, listen, I know you get kinda desperate sometimes, but you can't just go running off like that after the first cock you see."

"Why do you even care?" I pouted as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Cause we're BFFs? Duh? We promised we'd look out for each other. Especially when it comes to guys. We're going to find our happy endings together." she intertwined her fingers with mine. "Isn't that what we always wanted?"

"He held my hand!" I was still swooning. "He was going to take me home and cum on my tits. It was so romantic."

"You don't even know his name." she laughed.

"I don't care! It was love!"

"No," she laughed. "it was a horny little schoolgirl getting all worked up about a cute boy because she hadn't' gotten off in like..." We arrived at Jeans locker. She turned to look at me. "When even did you get off last?"

"Wh-what?" I blushed at the question. "Last night?" I thought back to how I'd jacked off before bed. God, everything had seemed so simple then.

"Last night!?" a sharpness arose in her tone. Concern invaded her face. "Jesus, Jamie, no wonder you're making poor decisions. You probably haven't gone that long without cumming since puberty."

I blushed harder.

"You can't just..." she sighed in frustration. "You can't just abstain like that. It's not healthy! You'll make yourself sick. Sit your ass down."

"What?"

"I said Sit." She pulled her purple rabbit vibrator out of her locker.

I sunk to the floor. I tried to sit cross legged but I quickly realized that wasn't going to work without flashing the whole school. Instead I leaned my back against the bank of lockers and pressed my legs into my pillowy chest. I gasped at the unintended pressure I was putting against my achingly horny breasts.

"Come here." she said, sinking down next to me. She wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me into her. I hesitated, but my need for physical intimacy vastly overwhelmed any sense of resistance I may have had. She was warm and soft and smelled like some unidentifiably sweet fruit. I rested my head on her silky breast as she ran a hand through my hair. I stopped shaking, my whole body going limp as I nuzzled into her delicate flesh.

I frowned. As wonderful as it was, I couldn't help but wish her body was harder and more solid. That she could wrap me in strong arms and make me feel safe. Fuck me, I wished she had a dick.

"I'm worried about you, Jayjay. You've been acting weird today. You show up dressed in some frumpy sweater and then you're all distant when I try to kiss you? I thought okay, maybe it had been something I'd said. But then the way you ran off in class earlier? I went to look for you but I couldn't find you anywhere. It's not like you to turn down a session with Monsieur Lapin. When I couldn't find you in our usual spot at lunch, I didn't know what to do." she sighed. "I'm just glad I caught sight of you out the window before you did something - or someone - stupid."

"Hey now." I mumbled, "He wasn't stupid..."

"I'm serious." She looked down at me with a stern but warm smile. "What are you thinking? Going so long without getting off? Girls like us have needs. What were you trying to do running away like that?"

"I need to get home."

"Like this? Honey, they'll eat you alive out there. Do you have any idea what those boys are going to do to you if you don't at least clear your head a bit?"

"Fuck my brain silly?" I perked up at the prospect.

"Well, yes," she sighed wistfully. "But also, lots of other horrible stuff, like keep you for themselves, or get you to do things you don't want to. Just because we like sex, doesn't mean we're not people, you know? You can't trade away your agency just because you want to get laid."

"Why not?" I whined.

"Because there's more to life than sex!"

"Bullshit." I pouted.

"Alright, there's no need to get bratty." she laughed. "I can see I'm not getting anywhere. Get your ass ready," Before I knew what was going on she was on top of me, her arms pressing in on either side, pinning me as she loomed down. She brandished the rabbit. "I'm going to give your cunt the fucking it deserves"

I squealed, I don't know if it was trepidation or delight.

"H-here? Now?"

"Right here, Jayjay, Right now."

She pulled my legs apart. The air was cool across the vulnerable flesh of my inner thighs. There was a force behind her motions that felt so right to yield to, gentle, yet firm.

Her hand ran like warm silk across the shivering skin of my thigh, gliding over every soft inch except the one place I needed it the most. She smiled mischievously as I quivered against her cruelty.

Finally, her hand oh so softly cupped my tender folds. I gasped as one long delicate finger probed oh so slightly into the abyss of need within me.

Her other hand caressed lightly along my bare breast. Goosebumps followed in its wake, an imitation of the stiffness of my aching nipples. I reached up to grab one but she caught my hand and pushed it back.

She leaned down over me and pressed her body into mine, her pert tits rubbing against mine as our nipples kissed through her top. She started to nibble on my neck and ear. I groaned out in surprise. My body melted. I didn't even know that was a thing.

I was humping her hands at this point, or trying to at least, she kept her touch gentle no matter how much I bucked. Couldn't she see she didn't need all this foreplay?

"Now then," she sat up, retreating to between my legs, a wanton grin on her face. She pulled the rabbit out from between her own legs and brandished it. "Tell me how much you want my dick."

I couldn't help it. I broke down giggling.

"Hey," she laughed. "focus!"

She held the thing out to my face. It seemed so big. I needed that thing inside me like I was a puzzle and it was my missing piece.

"Lick it, bitch." It was still wet from Jean's juicy pussy. Her wonderful smell enveloped my perception. I looked her in the eyes as I ran my tongue along it, letting the fantasy of a real cock fuel my needy expression. Maybe if I made her horny enough, she'd stop teasing me and actually fuck me.

"Good." she grinned, arousal catching her voice. The rabbit began to buzz as she traced a wet path with it down my body. She circled my breasts in a short spiral, the nerves of my tits electric as she made contact with my diamond hard nipples. Oh god.

"Oh god." I cried. "F-fuck me!"

It was like a short circuit directly into the pleasure center of my brain. I screamed, I thrashed, but all it did was amplify the sensation. Jean's expert hands knew exactly where to probe. She didn't need to be strong or hard, she had precision on her side.

"Do you want my dick now?" she smiled.

"Yes, oh god, yes! Jean please, I want your dick inside me! Fuck my goddamn cunt and make me explode! Please! Please!"

"Well," now it was her turn to giggle. "since you asked so nicely."

She kissed me. Her tongue dancing out a demonstration of its agility and dominance. Then she slid down until her face was poking out between my legs. Those sweet blue eyes, those beautiful freckles, that long, long tongue.

She kissed a path around the outside of my swollen drooling labia, inhaled deeply, then slowly began lapping at the river of fire pouring out of me.

"Oh my god Jayjay," she laughed in pleasant surprise, chin pressed firmly against my clit, "you're so wet." she gave it another kiss, "and sweet"

Then she began in earnest.

Her tongue circled my clit, her delicate probes a jackhammer. Even her smallest of gestures amplifying through my rocking body. Then she pulled back.

"No!" I cried "Don't stop! More!"

"Relax, I'm just giving you what you were begging for."

She pulled out the rabbit and ran it down my stomach, I could feel its rumble in my womb. My body tightened in anticipation as it inched towards my crotch.

Are you ready?" she teased.

I nodded breathlessly.

Stars exploded within me as that buzz pressed into my clit, circling it delicately. Then there was a brief pause and then the hard buzzing head of jean's rabbit crossed the threshold of my femininity. The dam burst. I could think no more.

At last. At last I was getting something long and hard and phallic in me. At long last after this eternity of hell I was seeing heaven. My body pressed, grinding, inviting, trying greedily to take as much of this gift as it could. The rabbit's other ear pressed deeply into my clit as Jean bottomed out. The sensation was overwhelming.

But... but something was still missing. Something wasn't right. I needed more.

"Harder!" I begged "Please, harder!"

Jean obliged.

I caught a glimpse, looking down past my heaving melons, of Jean between my legs. From this angle it looked like she was actually fucking me, driving into me with each steady thrust of her hips. I couldn't help but think about how Jean had been as a guy. He'd been surprisingly cute, looking back on it. How had I never noticed? Swimmers build, toned, and such a sweetheart. Actually, rather handsome. I wondered if he'd had a big dick? If I squinted, I could almost imagine it was him fucking me, him plundering the depths of me with his enormous buzzing cock.

"Oh, god! Yes!" That was what I needed. I needed a man. The last vestige of my resistance fell away as I imagined it was Jean's hunky guy-form fucking me, pounding me with his strong arms and his cute butt.

Oh god. I started to peak. That was what it took. My hips bucked with renewed vigor.

In my mind the gentle sweetness of Jean's motions took on new meaning as a masculine concession to romance. They were caring, they were loving. This was a boy who thought I was worth something, who wanted me to feel special as he pounded the shit out of me.

"Fuck me, Jean!" I babbled. I was trying to sound romantic. "Fuck me with your big meaty dick! Fill me up with your white hot cum! Breed my slutty ass! Make me yours!"

"You like this?" Jean grinned.

"Oh god yes! Yes, yes, yes! I need it so badly!"

"Then have it!"

A series of powerful thrusts and I was cumming.

I came not once, nor twice, but in a roiling sea of orgasm that seemed to never end, building higher and higher with each cresting wave as I soared through it. I screamed my crescendo.

I rolled down a rugged hill of orgasmic aftershocks, flying, falling, my whole body shuddering until at last I landed in Jeans arms, still bucking, still trembling, wrapping myself around her, removing the awful space between us, pulling us as close, physically and emotionally, in that wonderful moment, as two people could be.

Time lost all meaning as I lay there, a pile of content mewling goo. My brain had melted and dribbled out my ears.

She put her arms around me, once again tenderly stroking my hair as I cuddled into her. Tears of joy were flowing down my face.

We lingered, conjoined in afterglow, for a blissful eternity.

"How was that?"

"Mmmmm" I moaned. "Amazing." It was like a great veil was slowly lifting from my brain. I could start to think clearly again.

"Must have been." she laughed. "You say the lewdest things when your horny, you know that? Though I suppose it's better your asking me to impregnate your ass than some random guy off the street."

"Oh my god!" My eyes went wide at the memory. "What the hell did I do?" My whole body went red with embarrassment. I buried my face in jean's tits. "I'm such an idiot. All my masculine bravado and willpower and then the moment I see a guy I turned into some kind of giggling bimbo."

"To be fair, he was pretty cute." she grinned. I tried to ignore the twinge of arousal at the memory. Fuck, he had been pretty cute, hadn't he? Damn him.

"No, you don't understand." I quavered in alarm, clinging to her all the more tightly. "It was like as soon as I set eyes on him, I was a completely different person. I... I wasn't me."

"You were a little boy crazy, that's all. We all get that way sometimes. That's why it's important to keep a clear head. You're feeling better now though, right?"

I looked around and blinked, taking in my surroundings for the first time. We were in a little alcove in one of the halls near Jean's locker. Everything seemed so real, like all the padding had come off. I covered up my sweaty naked boobs with one hand. Most of the girls walking past didn't even bother to look, and those that did, did so with envy or lust.

All the fuzz and heat and hormone had passed. I only barely felt the urge to play with my tits as I pressed an arm against them. That roaring fire that had been building up inside me was... well, not quenched, but subdued. I could think past it now. I could put it away.

I nodded to Jean.

"Good. I'm glad. You really had me worried. Don't do stuff like that, okay? I don't know what's up with you, but you don't have to suffer it alone. We're BFFs Jamie. Whatever you're going through, we can face it together."

I stared with surprise at the sparkling emotion of her blue eyes.

Jean and I had always been as close as two guys could be, but, well, the bonds of masculinity were different. We were teenage boys. You couldn't show weakness. The connection between girl-Jean and girl-me seemed somehow so much closer, more intimate. And I wasn't just saying that because of all the good vibes still radiating out of my freshly fucked femininity.

This... I'd never had this before. Looking into those eyes... this was a face I never wanted to see hurt.

So how was I supposed to explain what was happening? How could I tell her that I wasn't who she thought I was? That her entire world was the result of a perverse accident? That she wasn't real.

"Jean, I'm sorry." I shook my head. "It's complicated. I don't even know where I'd begin. Besides, there's no way you'd believe me."

My heart fell as her expression sank.

"But, but that's not important." I added hastily. "What is important is that just now? With that guy? I... oh my god. I was so close to doing something I'd regret forever. You saved me from that. Thank you."

"Of course." she smiled. "I've always got your back, you know that."

"The truth is" I sighed "that I don't know how much longer I can keep up this struggle. I need to get home. I need to... I need to fix all this."

"What are you talking about?"

"There was... how can I explain it?" I took a moment to compose my thoughts. "That person that I was when I was around that guy? I don't want to be that person. I don't want to like boys like that. I don't want to not be me."

She laughed.

"Jean, I'm serious. I need to get home and I don't know if I can trust myself to see a boy along the way and not turn into that bimbo again. Oh my god, if I had fucked that guy? I don't think I'd ever want to go back."

"Are you sure your alright?" she furrowed her brow.

"Jean, please."

"Okay, okay, I don't know what's going with you, but I can tell its important. Listen, after class, we'll walk home together. I'll make sure you get home safe, okay? I can watch out for you and make sure you don't go running off with the first guy you see."

"After class?" it seemed so far away. "I... I don't know if I can hold out that long."

"Not if you keep denying your urges like that." she booped me on the nose. "You're a growing girl. Act like it. No more skipping chances to masturbate."

She was right. Our erotically charged sojourn had left me in greater command of facilities than I'd experienced all day. Though I couldn't quite muster disgust, to my delight, the things I wanted to do to that man I'd encountered on the street now included violence.

"Now come on, let's get you a top before class starts. One that's not me." She stuck out her tongue.

Reluctantly we pulled apart. She stood, then held a hand out to help me up. I was grateful. Between these heels and the unfamiliar weight of my boobs as they bounced around, it was impossible to stand on my own.

She opened her locker back up and returned the rabbit. "I have a gym shirt in here somewhere I think." she pulled out a slim lycra bundle. "It's not much, but it should get you through the rest of the day. You have gym next right? You'll have to wear it after, but its better than nothing."

I don't know if it was the man in me or the slut in me, but it had been so easy to forget that my tits were just hanging out for the world to see. If not for Jean, I'd probably have gone the entire afternoon topless. I pulled the thin garment on over my head only to get stuck as it bunched up over the top of my tits."

"Hmm, its a little small for those juicy melons of yours, huh?" she giggled. "Oh! I have some nipple pasties you can wear instead? They're these cute little hearts!"

"No!" I said, desperately stuffing my breasts in under the thin fabric and willing it to not tear. "The shirt will be fine."

"Suit yourself." Jean turned the mirror on the inside of her locker towards me. I groaned as I got a good look. There, beneath a low-cut neckline, bulging with the swell of my chest, were the words I <3 COX, and a picture of the school mascot, cumming.