Week of Bullying: Thursday

Part 4 of a 5-Part story 

You and Shauna get your revenge on Megan by stealing her clothes, leaving her bottomless for the rest of the school day, and the perfect target for many incredibly humiliating experiences...

               You peeked around the lockers and looked down the hall in the direction of the girls' restroom. Your stomach squirmed with anxiety. It was the beginning of the school day, and the hallways were almost empty with only a few students walking around.

                You hoped Shauna's plan would work. There was a huge chance that it would blow up in both of your faces, and who knew what Megan would do to you then. Your poor balls, after being squashed and emptied yesterday, still felt numb and weak. The image of Megan, her sneaker raised to crush your testicles and force you to spray your sperm all over the hallway while Shauna and dozens of other students watched, danced through your mind. To your shame, you found yourself grow a little hard.

                "H-HEY YOU GIVE THOSE BACK, YOU BITCH!"

                The wavering, rage-filled, and slightly terrified scream spread through the hallway from the restroom - Megan's voice. Shauna raced out of the bathroom, grinning like a maniac. In her hands she carried a crumpled pair of jeans. The jeans were partially turned inside out, and embedded in the fabric was a pair of baby blue panties with the slightest of lace trim - Megan's jeans, Megan's panties...

                "You did it?" You asked.

                Shauna rolled her eyes. "Of course I did it. Look. She was too busy taking a horrific dump to stop me from pulling them off her legs under the stall door."

                You opened Shauna's locker, so Shauna could quickly hide Megan's clothes inside. Shauna, though, paused and peeled Megan's panties out of the crumpled jeans.

                She winked at you. "Do you want them?"

                You felt your face turn hot. "N-noo why would I want them."

                Shauna shrugged and tossed the pants and panties in the locker. "I don't know. What do boys usually do with girls’ panties? Sniff them? Jerk off into them? Probably jerk off into them, right? Just use it like a sock-"

                "I don't know," you said to cut her off. Your face felt like it was on fire, and you tried to avoid Shauna's gleeful gaze. She seemed very excited about how flustered this was making you.

                "I-I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T BRING ME MY PANTS BACK!" Megan screamed, echoing across the hall. Students, much more of them now since the first classes were starting, paused in the hallway. Some were confused, but others quickly understood that Megan's pants had been stolen from right under her nose while she was at her most vulnerable.

                "DON'T YOU MAKE ME COME OUT THERE!"

                Shauna grabbed your arm and pulled you to the back of the slowly gathering crowd of students. They were pulling out their phones, ready for the show.

                The restroom door slowly opened, and Megan sheepishly stepped out into the hallway. Her pale skin was a violent pink all over from blushing, almost like she had sunburn. She was wearing a blue crop top held up by thin shoulder straps, a pair of sandals, and nothing else. Her long muscular legs stepped gingerly out into the hallway as if she was walking on ice. You could see the muscles in her legs flex and vibrate in panic. Both hands were covering her crotch, nestled between her thighs and under the beautiful gentle upward curve of her belly.

                "AAAIIEEE!" Megan shrieked. Dozens of cameras flashed at once. She clearly was not expecting a crowd of thirty students waiting for her half-naked debut. She covered her face with one hand, ran forward, but then skidding to a halt in the middle of the hallway as there was nowhere to run.

                Whoops and cheers broke out amongst the crowd.

                "NICE ASS!"

                "WHERE'D YOUR PANTS GO, MEGAN?"

                "LOVE THE NEW LOOK!"

                Megan fumed and bit her lip. Her hand moved from her face to her butt to her crotch and to her face and over again like a windshield wiper. In her panic, she hunched and curled her body over and tried to pull her top down over her body. The top was too short, even with Megan's incredible strength she couldn't pull it to her waist. She whimpered, tugging widely at her top, pulling and stretching the fabric and exposing her black bra, which looked like it could barely contain her massive boobs. As she strained, her hairless pussy lips were completely exposed between her legs, but she was in too much of a frenzy to realize. She squirmed and tugged, flashing and mooning the crowd. Her long, straight hair flowed and danced around her. Your dick felt like it was going to explode in your pants. You stared at her panicked ass bouncing and flexing. You just realized that you knew what her ass tasted like; your tongue moved around your mouth, remembering just a couple of days ago when Megan sat on your face and violated your mouth with her asshole. The front of your tightie whities grew wet with precum.

                SHRRRIPPP

                The crop top disintegrated, ripping into shreds in Megan's hands. The shoulder straps popped. The fabric split into half a dozen pieces. The crowd burst into laughter.

                Now, dressed only in her bra and sandals, Megan covered her pussy again. She fumed, glaring at the crowd that encircled her and the crop top fragments that she still awkwardly clutched in her clawed hands.

                "WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKERS TOOK THEM, HUH? I WILL RIP THE TITS OFF WHOEVER -"

                Megan paused. The crowd suddenly grew silent, but not because they were scared of Megan. They were looking behind her. Megan whirled around, nearly colliding face to face with Principal Gomez.

                "Principal Gomez!" Megan gasped before immediately turning and pointing to the crowd. "One of them stole my clothes!"

                Principal Gomez smiled. "So?"

                "M-make her give it back!"

                Principal Gomez laughed. "Oh Megan, why would I do that? It's just a harmless prank."

                "No it's not!" Megan shouted. She turned and glared at the crowd, looking each person in the eye. Shauna pulled you down, so you both ducked under the other students at just the right moment.

                The principal slid up behind Megan and grabbed her right buttcheek with her manicured hand, squeezing it in her grip. Megan froze, straightening her back. She looked like she was about to throw up.

                "Megan," the Principal said calmly. "Just this week, you've brutally wedgied half a dozen students, you stole the jockstraps of the basketball team, you stripped and sodomized one unfortunate student in particular before squashing his genitals flat and painting the floors of our school with his cum."

                You swallowed hard with embarrassment. Shauna giggled quietly with a hand over her mouth.

                Principal Gomez tightened her grip on Megan's cheek. It was hard to tell, but you could swear that Principal Gomez’s fingers moved. You imagined her pointed nails slipping inside Megan’s vulnerable crack and teasing her open asshole.

                She leaned in, pressing her body against Megan's, her face in her ear. "I think a little bit of public nudity never hurt anyone. You should just hope that whoever pranked you don't have anything else planned."

                Megan nodded. "Yes ma'am."

                Principal Gomez beamed. "Good."

                She turned to the crowd. "And you all get to class. You'll have more than enough time to enjoy the show throughout the day."

                Principal Gomez slammed the palm of her hand against Megan's buttcheek with a thunderous clap.

                "YOWWW!" Megan yelped.

***

                You saw Megan on and off throughout the morning. You didn't even have to look for her, a wave of snickers and hushed whispers followed Megan while she walked red-faced and petulant through the halls, trying not to make eye contact. With each step, her asscheeks - the right decorated with Principal Gomez's bright red handprint - would squish and flex, the beautiful cheeks mesmerizing, her hips swaying slightly. Her boobs bounced in her bra, shifting up and against each other. Your dick ached just looking at her, your eyes burned after she passed because you forgot to blink and just stared at her, and you almost wished you could drop your pants and masturbate on the spot whenever Megan walked by, but instead you waited to dart away to the restroom.

                Megan tried to keep her pussy covered, either by her hands or her thighs pressed together, but sometimes you'd get the tiniest precious glimpse of bright pink, wavy lips while staring through her buttcheeks.

                You, Megan, and Shauna had biology class together. You arrived early and sat down in your seat. Shauna waved at you. As soon as you sat down, Shauna leaned towards you.

                "So how many times have you jerked off?"

                Your mouth dried up. "I haven't been, um, jerking off."

                "Sure you have!" Shauna said, a little too loudly. "I've seen you run into the bathroom every time you see Megan's tits and ass. I kinda don’t blame you. They’re very impressive.”

                You paused. You haven't had any other classes with Shauna all morning. "Have you been watching me?" you said.

                Shauna pursed her lips. Her eyes grew wide. "I-"

                The rest of the class whooped as Megan walked through the door. Megan glared at them, baring her teeth with murderous rage. The teacher, Ms. Callisto, entered behind her, rolling her eyes at her student's antics. Ms. Callisto was an older teacher; her wispy graying hair tied back in a long braid. She wore a lose fitting colorful blouse with poofy sleeves and a skirt that reached to the floor. Megan sat down at her desk in the back of the class.

                Ms. Callisto clasped her hands together. "Now class, we were going to study mitosis today, but we have a unique opportunity to get some hands-on experience. If you'll skip ahead to chapter eleven."

                You flipped forward. On the first page of chapter eleven was a full-page diagram of the female reproductive system. Your dick stirred and your mind raced. She can't mean...

                "Megan, if you'll be so kind as to come to the front of the class," Ms. Callisto said.

                The entire class turned to Megan. Wide eyed, Megan slumped and cowered in her seat. Both hands were clamped protectively over her pussy.

                "Me-gan!" Ms. Callisto said in a sing-song voice. "That wasn't a request…"

                Megan slowly got up. Trembling, she walked over to Ms. Callisto at the front desk.

                Ms. Callisto patted the edge of her desk, and Megan sat down, her butt and thighs squishing against the wood.

                Ms. Callisto shook her head. "Not like that Megan. On all fours, rear pointed at the class. They need to have a clear view of everything. For purely educational reasons, of course."

                The class stared in shock. Megan turned bright red. She bit her lip like she was about to cry. Slowly, very slowly, she turned around. One hand still covering her crotch, she climbed up onto the table so she as on her knees and elbows with her butt pointed up at the entire class.

                "Now, was that so hard?" Ms. Callisto said.

                You nodded. Your vibrating dick threatened to tear through the zipper in the front of your pants.

                Ms. Callisto grabbed Megan's hand and wrenched it from her pussy with a wet squishing sound. The class gasped. Megan's bright pink pussy was completely open before them, every slick, nearly dripping fold, her open vagina, dark but visible, and the little erect nub of her clit, fully aroused.

                Megan whimpered.

                Ms. Callisto chose to ignore her.

                "Now you see, class, while we colloquially refer to the female genitals as a vagina, that is somewhat of a misnomer, and in reality, it’s only one part of a woman's anatomy."

                Without warning, Ms. Callisto suddenly hooked her fingers into Megan's pussy lips and spread and stretched the pink flesh apart with brutal force.

                "OWwww!" Megan shrieked.

                Ms. Callisto rolled her eyes. "The class needs to see clearly, Megan."

                Ms. Callisto leaned forward, her face over Megan's ass.

                "You see class, this wet opening at the base of the pussy under the anus is the vagina proper." Her fingers traced the opening, probing at the edges.

                "MMMMMNNN!" Megan covered her mouth with her hands and shrieked and moaned into them. Her eyes were saucer shaped and twitching, desperately trying to control the spasming moans escaping through her lungs.

                "And these wavy folds of skin are called the labia minora." Ms. Callisto said, pinching and rubbing the soft pinkness with her fingers. The wet sound of the squishing folds could be heard through the class. No one was breathing, everyone was transfixed watching the display with either arousal, shock, or some combination of the two.

                "MMMMMMM~!" Megan squealed into her palms. Her body shook and vibrated.

                "As you can see, they can be very sensitive," Ms. Callisto said.

                You squirmed in your seat. You put your hands in your pockets, awkwardly feeling your rigid white-hot member through the fabric.

                "But not as sensitive as the clitoris, of course.”

                She reached out and gently massaged the small nub of flesh between her fingers. Megan bucked violently, panting and screaming, arching her back and trying desperately to free her most delicate part from the teacher's grasp.

                Ms. Callisto giggled and removed her hand.

                "What a lot of people don't know is that the clitoris is actually a much larger internal structure. This part is the only portion of the clitoris that is external. However, the internal parts of the clitoris can still be stimulated. The ‘g-spot’ for example, is actually part of the clitoral network, and can usually be found a few inches inside of the vagina."

                Ms. Callisto forced two fingers into Megan's pussy with a sickening sloppy SCHLUNK.

                Megan's high-pitched wail echoed through the class.

                “AIEEEE!!!”

                She spasmed and squirmed; Ms. Callisto held her in place with a hand on her ass, while brutally digging her fingers around her pussy like she was trying to grab the last Pringle from the bottom of a tube.

                "Ohhh OH GODDD!" Megan moaned.

                Ms. Callisto smiled. "About there. But the location can vary slightly depending on the person."

                Ms. Callisto pulled her fingers out of Megan with a slippery squashing sound. Megan grunted like an animal at the sudden release and accompanying friction. Ms. Callisto wiped her wet, dripping fingers on the edge of her skirt.

                "You may have a seat, Megan."

                Megan stood up and walked back to her seat in the back of the class. Her eyes were glued to the floor. Her legs were weak, barely holding her up. Her pussy juice dripped down her inner thigh.

                Megan sat down in her chair and winced as her tender privates accidentally made contact with the chair between her spread thighs. She raised her hand immediately, bouncing in her seat.

                “Ms. Callisto, I need to go to the bathroom.”

                Ms. Callisto either ignored her or didn't notice. She instead began writing on the whiteboard.

                "Now I want you all to memorize the glossary on page 326. This will be twenty percent on your quiz tomorrow."

                You turned down to your textbook. The words didn't look like English. You could barely focus because under them, under the desk and through your pants was your raging boner that felt like it was three times its normal size.

                Then you heard soft, wet sounds coming from the back of the class. You turned and saw the rest of the class turn at the same time.

                Megan was leaning forward and sitting on her hand. Hunched over the desk, she was riding her fingers, grinding and rubbing and squashing them into herself. Her other furiously rubbed at her clit at the same time. She looked up at the class, rage and humiliation in her watery eyes. She made eye contact you for just a second before turning away.

                "DON'T LOOK AT ME!" she wailed.

                The class of course, could not turn away, and within seconds, Megan released a deep, guttural animal moan and collapsed into a spasming heap onto her desk. Even with both hands on her pussy, her juices still squirted and sprayed outward in a tremendous splash between the network of her fingers and onto the floor.

                Her face squished against her desk, her glassy eyes rolled back, and her mouth hung open, slack and drooling.

                Ms. Callisto tapped on the whiteboard. "Class! Nothing to see there. Let's focus on the task at hand."

                Shauna raised her hand.

                "Ms. Callisto, I think we need a short recess for a bathroom break. I don't think the class is ready to focus."

                Ms. Callisto looked around at the squirming fidgeting, horny students, all biting their lips, hands either deep in their pockets or gripping their desks like they were on a rollercoaster. You were no exception. You looked at Ms. Callisto with pleading eyes.

                She sighed. "All right. Five minutes and then I want you back in your seats."

                Nearly all the boys and even some of the girls, ran in a massive stampede to the restrooms.

***

                You were too late. All of the stalls were full and even the urinals. Boys stood at the urinals with their backs arched, legs wobbly, furiously pumping at their dicks. Pure joy on their faces. Today was the best day of their life, they were sure of it.

                Your balls ached. You desperately needed to empty them. Your dick was so rigid it felt like a heavy steel beam in your pants.

                You raced out of the restroom. There was another restroom on the other end of the building, but there was no way you would make it back to class on time. Defeated, you hobbled back to biology class.

***

                When class was over, you took off in a sprint. You almost turned the corner when Shauna called out to you.

                "Hey!" She said. "Where are you going? Gym's in five minutes."

                You turned to look at her standing across the hall. Your mouth moved but no words came out. Your brain was empty, only filled with horny. Your eyes were drawn downward to Shauna's breasts, her curves, her chubby belly, and her full thighs. Your balls and their contents practically churned.

                Shauna saw how your eyes were targeting her body and smiled.

                "You going to the other restroom, huh?"

                "N-nnoo I wasn't!” You said, her mocking tone breaking you from your animal thoughts. ”I told you. I'm not jerking off!"

                Other students in the hallway turned to stare at you. You looked at the ground and tried to pretend they weren’t there. As you looked down, you noticed just how large the tent in the front of your pants was.

                Shauna giggled. "Then you can walk with me to gym. You know what today is. We don't want to miss it."

                Shauna was right... today was a very special day of gym class.

***

                Every month, instead of regular gym class there was the special "Self-Defense Class," which usually just amounted to a poor boy being selected at random and forced to stand spread legged while the rest of the class practiced kicking him in the balls. Most boys didn't last very long before collapsing into unconscious heaps. You could always tell which boys were chosen because they spent the rest of the day walking around pained and bowlegged.

                The boys were looking around anxiously. Some were already cupping their balls, imagining the brutal pain they may soon experience. The girls, though, were milling around chatting, excited. Most looked forward to these special classes. They only needed to do one high kick, essentially, and then relax for the rest of the period. Even Megan, still only wearing her bra and sandals, looked to be in higher spirits after her biology class humiliation. Her face twisted with sadistic glee as she looked at the across the room at each of the boys, so incredibly eager to dish out pain. Shauna met your eyes and winked at you. You smirked.

                "All right everyone, quiet down!" Coach Sanderson stood in front of the class. "As you all know, it's Self Defense day, but we're going to do something different this month. Megan, if you want to take the position."

                Megan grew pale and seemed to shrink by two feet. Everyone but you and Shauna looked very confused.

                "But-but I don't have any balls," Megan said.

                Coach Sanderson chuckled, "Well we can clearly see that, Megan."

                The class snickered and Megan pouted at them.

                Coach Sanderson motioned to Megan with his clipboard. "This is about the letter you sent me, remember? Where you offered to be the kicking target for today? I have a copy right here if you want to look at it."

                Megan slunk forward to look at the clipboard.

                "That's your signature, right Megan?"

                Megan looked dumbstruck. "I mean it is but-"

                "Well no butts about it, take the position!" Coach Sanderson smacked Megan on the butt with his clipboard and she jumped a good seven inches into the air.

                “EEEEK!”

                You and Shauna had found one of Megan's essays in a trashcan and had used it to copy her signature. This was the second part of Shauna’s plan, and you couldn’t believe it was working.

                Megan spread her legs and stood with her hands on her head in front of the class. Her teeth chattered. All eyes were on her pussy lips: small, delicate, sensitive, open, and ready to be kicked in.

                "All right everyone, you know the drill. When I call your name, come to the front, and give her a kick right between her legs, a good hard one. This is practice in case you ever come across an assailant in real life. Now, first off, Trevor come to the front."

                Trevor ran track for years. His long legs were sculpted as if they were made of iron. Megan looked at his sneaker as he walked up to her. Terror filling her face. When she couldn't bring herself to look at it anymore, she closed her eyes.

                Trevor's swung his foot in a mighty arch, the toe slamming into Megan's pussy with a mighty WHACK. Megan was lifted up on the toe of his shoe, her eyelids immediately opening, pure animal terror in her face as blunt lightning pain squashed and lanced through her cunt, the lips parting and mashed apart by the sneaker. She was only lifted up by a second; as soon as Trevor swung his leg back, she collapsed forward unto her knees grabbing at her pussy, eyes watering, squawking, gasping sounds escaping from her mouth, trying to form words.      Your heart raced, strange emotions coursing through it, sadistic arousal that you felt a little ashamed about at Megan’s pained naked body, her adorable, beautiful face near tears, but you also a strange sympathy. The memories of Megan torturing your nuts ran through your mind, the countless wedgies, the hot sauce, gripping your testicles between her hand, and, of course stepping on them. Your balls shrunk, feeling the pain as you remembered. You must have looked like this while she towered over you, filled with power and horny strength, ready and willing to do whatever she wanted to you. You bit your lip. Either way, this was making you very hard.

                The coach leaned down to Megan. "What's that?"

                "It-It went a little inside..." Megan squawked in embarrassment.

                The boys snickered while the girls watched in silent, sympathetic horror.

                The Coach looked around, not sure what to say. "Well... I guess that's to be expected. On your feet. Next we have..."

                The coach called your name.

                You stared at him. You forgot that this was a possibility, that you could inflict the most humiliating pain on Megan. You stood, trying to process this, your mouth agape. The coach looked at you, an eyebrow raised. A hand suddenly gave you an encouraging smack on the ass.

                You yelped and Shauna was standing there, beaming. “You’re holding up the line!” she said.

                Your heart quivered joyously at her smile, and you walked up to Megan.

                Megan glared at you, squinting daggers at you. Her teeth were bared like a rabid dog.

                “I swear to god,” she growled. “Tomorrow - your ass is mine.”

                You came a little bit into your pants.

                To distract yourself from the sudden wetness, you quickly swung you leg back, and with its full force slammed it up into Megan’s pussy. Her teeth grit, she tried desperately to hold in her scream, but a high pitch-pitched whistle flowed through her teeth. In that instant, you felt her pussy squash inward under your toe; you felt the raised nub of her clit, bend and then flatten. And in an instant, it was over. Megan bent over with her hands on her knees, panting and groaning; it sounded like she was trying not to vomit. You walked back to the crowd in a daze. Shauna gave you a thumbs up.

                “Not the strongest kick I’ve ever seen, but serviceable,” The coach said. “Next up, we have Blaze. Show him how it’s done, Blaze.”

                Geoffrey “Blaze” Borovsky was the kicker for the football team. This season he had shattered every record in the state. The six-foot seven football player, a wall of muscle with thighs nearly as wide as your torso walked up to Megan. Megan looked up. Her knees knocked together, making musical, ringing thuds. She covered her pussy with her hands.

                “oh nooo,” she whimpered.

                “Hands on your head, Megan,” the coach said.

                Megan slowly stood up straight, raising her hands toward her head, but Blaze didn’t even wait for her hands to reach her hair. His leg lashed out in a lighting fast high kick. Megan was lifted three feet into the air by the impact.

                “OOUUUGGH!” She screamed. The impact rippled and shook through her entire body, Her belly, her thighs, her ass, each shook and rippled like they had been spanked with tremendous force. Her boobs were knocked upward, bouncing free completely free of her bra, the large dark areolas exposed to the crowd; the force of her breasts escaping was so great that the back of her bra exploded. The clasp burst apart at the back. Her bra fell off her shoulders and slid down and forward. Her eyes rolled back, and she passed out in mid-air. Her unconscious body fell face first onto the floor with a smack. Her knees hit the ground next, her ass, and her bright red, swollen pussy stuck up in the air for all to see. Her winking asshole poked between her cheeks. Her long blond hair had fell forward over her face like a curtain.

                “Three kicks,” the Coach said, nodding. “Not bad, about average compared to how the boys fair. In fact, we could probably add you girls to the list for the next one, since it seems like there’s not much of a difference in pain tolerance.”

                All the girls glowered at Megan's unconscious form. She had ruined their Self Defense classes, ruined a sacred moment where they were encouraged to indiscriminately, sadistically, kick the boys in the balls while getting away Scot-free.

                The coach gave a single glance to Megan's folded form and then turned back to the clipboard.

                "Now, let's go alphabetical, I guess. Christopher, you're up. Spread those legs, boy."

                You watched as Christopher, the basketball player, bitterly took the position and spread his legs.

***

                You staggered across the cafeteria, tray in hand. You still hadn't been able to cum. It felt so hard to walk, like your junk was weighing you down. The restroom had been closed with an out of order sign. When you asked the janitor why, he said, "Because it looks like a goddamn cum war zone in there."

                There was only one stall in the other restroom, and it was occupied. You couldn't bring yourself to jerk off at the urinal, even though most of the school already had seen you cum yesterday, it still felt too private, too shameful, to do in semi view of the rest of the bathroom. You had to hope your luck was better after this period.

                Shauna waved over to you. You waved back and sat down next to her at her table.

                "Are you feeling okay?" she said. "You're looking at little blue around the balls."

                You blushed. "I'm fine."

                "Uh-huh," Shauna said rolling her eyes. She pointed across the cafeteria. "Take a look at how Megan's doing."

                Megan was sitting all alone at a table. She was completely naked now. The girls, angry that Megan had ruined Self Defense Class for them with potential pussy kicks, had stole her bra while she was unconscious. But she didn't seem to care. She sat with her back arched, boobs sagging and drooping across her chest; she held a makeshift icepack made of ice wrapped in papertowels to her damaged pussy, and her face was in a permanent grimace. When she lifted the icepack, her pussy was incredibly swollen, a deep and angry red-purple. It looked barely recognizable compared to the delicate, small lips you had seen throughout the rest of the day.

                You felt bad for her in spite of yourself. You knew what that felt like, or what something similar to that felt like. You couldn't help but think that maybe you and Shauna took things a little too far. That maybe stealing her clothes should have been enough. Your dick wilted slightly with guilt.

                Shauna elbowed you in the arm. "Ooh, that looks like trouble!"

                She was pointing at three cheerleaders who were walking towards Megan with murderous intent. You remembered them; these were the cheerleaders Megan wedgied on Tuesday. You hadn't stuck around to watch, but Shauna told you later that Megan wedgied them so hard she tore off their panties, and they had to go commando for the rest of the day. Shauna made a point of telling you that the head cheerleader with ginger curly hair, had a horribly hairy pussy, which she had been forced to accidentally flash all day in her tiny miniskirt, and that she got mocked for it endlessly.

                The three cheerleaders stood over Megan.

                "How's it going, bitch?" The cheerleader in charge said.

                "Fuck off," Megan said.

                The cheerleader's face twisted with rage. "You still owe us for that shit you pulled on Tuesday. Now bend over the table."

                Megan ignored them. The other two cheerleaders leapt at Megan, pinning her down.

                "Hey!" Megan struggled, but in her weakened state she couldn't stop them from lifting her up and bending over the table, squashing her boobs against the surface, her naked ass in the air.

                The head cheerleader grabbed a lunch tray and gave it a few trial swings in the air.

                "This isn’t a negotiation."

                Megan growled at them, struggling against the grip of the other two cheerleader's. "You wouldn't dare-AIIIIEEEE!"

                SMACCCCKKK!

                Guilt forgotten, your dick shot to attention once again. All of the students in the cafeteria turned to watch the show, summoned by the smack of naked asscheeks. The head cheerleader swung the tray like a paddle, brutally spanking Megan's meaty cheeks with the plastic. She reeled back and swung again.

                SMACCK
                "YOWWW!!!"

                SMACCCKKK

                "EEEEEE!!!"

                SMACCKKK

                "S-STOP IT!!!"

                SMACCCKK

                "OWWWW!"

                The crowd cheered at each brutal smack, and your dick pulsed with each impact. Your balls couldn't take it anymore. It hurt so, so bad. Discretely, slowly, you reached under the table and unzipped your fly. Your throbbing, sweating dick sprang out. Your hand reached to coil around it.

                Megan's ass was bright red and looked like twice it's normal size. She was crying, sniffling snotty whimpers. The cheerleader laughed. She reached down and picked through Megan's lunch in front of her. She picked up a long banana.

                "You know," the lead cheerleader said. "If you were wearing panties, we'd just give you a messy wedgie, but since you decided to play nudist today, we'll have to be more creative."

                Your hand froze in shock. They couldn't mean...

                The head cheerleader turned the banana around in her hand. "Which hole do you think we should use?"

                One of the other cheerleaders pinning down Megan answered, "I don't think she can feel anything in her pussy. That thing looks ruined."

                "Good point. Ass it is."

                The head cheerleader shoved the end of the banana up into Megan's asshole. Megan screamed "OHHH!" in shock, gripping at the table, trying to crawl away from the invading fruit. Your hand lunged like a striking cobra for your shaft, but another hand beat you to it. Shauna's hand. Shauna's soft hand curled around your dick before you could reach it. You're entire body, your very soul, spasmed at her touch. Your heart grew warm, racing, overflowing.

                "S-shauna?" You gasped.

                She leaned against you, pure, kind joy on her face, in her eyes. She pressed her body against yours and began so slowly to stroke.

                Meanwhile, the head cheerleader was driving the banana inch by inch into Megan's rectum. the cheerleader pulled the cheeks apart, exposing Megan's stretched anus, and the bruised battered pussy under it. Megan huffed and panted, gritting her teeth. Her eyes danced around in existential terror, the banana pulling her apart and digging deeper and deeper into her walls, tugging at the surfaces of her bowels with each agonizing inch. You were breathing deeply, some part of you still trying to hold in your cum, still too nervous to release. Shauna felt this and increased speed, pumping and squeezing your member with new intensity.

                "Try not to clench!" The head cheerleader said. With a last sudden push, she twisted and pushed the entire length of the banana into Megan's ass. Only the tiny stem of the banana was sticking out, like a tiny tail. Megan pressed her body against the table. Closing her eyes in utter humiliation. Your dick pulsed and grew in Shauna's hand, in her warm grip, almost, almost there-

                With her eyes closed, Megan didn't notice that the head cheerleader had picked up the lunch tray again and was reeling back to swing.

                WHAMMMM

                The lunch tray collided with both cheeks, flattening them, squashing them. Shocked, Megan arched her back, eyes bugged out. The impact made her clench with her entire ass. The banana embedded in her rectum was squashed completely by her tightening bowels, the white gooey contents jettisoned and sprayed up into her colon, splashing and coating her internal walls with white sticky potassium slime. Megan's whole body shuddered and spasmed, breaking under the pure, deep violation; she could taste the banana goo through her ass, through her intestines. The fruit taste radiated up her gut, twisting it, making her queasy and sick.

                "ULLLGGGK" she gurgled, her eyes crossing. Her panicked, spasming formed shook and vibrated. Her asscheeks clapped and squashed together, the banana goo in her crack making soft squishing sounds, as she involuntarily twerked, knees buckling, hips shifting, mind breaking. She stuck her ass out, trying to bury her body into the table as streams of piss suddenly spurted from her stinging, swollen red pussy. Wetting and spraying herself like a panicked animal, the pee splashed against her thighs and onto the bench and floor under her with a high-pitched hiss.

                "Ewwww!" The cheerleaders shouted with sadistic glee. The air in the cafeteria burst with laughter.

                You emptied your balls onto the floor at the same time. It hurt, your wounded nuts still not fully recovered. They ached and burned, but you didn't care. Shauna gripped your penis in her hand, rubbing it, coaxing it, comforting it, as you sprayed ropey stream after ropey stream onto the floor with soft splatters. Shauna wrapped her arm around your body and leaned against you. You could smell her hair, her strawberry shampoo. You knew that you'd never forget this smell as long as you lived.

                Staggering to her feet, Megan stood up. She looked around the cafeteria in horror, still peeing onto the floor, bottom lip quivering. Hunched and grabbing at her violated, banana filled booty, she turned and started to run out of the cafeteria, skidding and nearly slipping on her own growing puddle of piss.