1. The Great Dildo Wars


    Date: 12/21/2023, Categories: Diary , Extreme, Hardcore Humiliation Reluctance School Teen Female Solo, Author: Krombomich, Source: sexstories.com 

    I gently close the door behind me. It is with goosebumps on my buttcheeks that I feel thirty-or-so smirks and twice as many eager eyes behind my head. The only thing more embarrassing than not wearing panties under a short pleated skirt is knowing everyone

knows

you’re not wearing panties under your short pleated skirt. I take a deep breath before turning. For better or worse, what started as one-sided bullying evolved into a war of attrition between privilege and determination, fueling gossip for years to come. I’ve won every battle so far, but I have a bad feeling about today. Money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy some scary-big dildos.

I’m a few minutes late to school every morning because my mom works nights and brings me here as soon as she can. Having a hardworking mom is all it takes to get bullied in this preppy cesspool. While she works her second job, the rich Hillsborough moms work on their alcoholism. I have special permission to come in as long as I don’t disturb the lesson. That hasn’t been easy these past few weeks.

There’s a schoolbag on my desk. Its purpose clear when I get sufficiently close; it hides the tip of the new monolithic cock suction-cupped to the seat of my chair from the teacher standing at the blackboard. This one’s so tall, the blunt, coconut-size head is wobbling gently from the imperceivable breeze of the air conditioning.

It’s a monster of a dick. My rival Kimmy really outdid herself; at least 20 inches of deeply ribbed ...
    ... rubber, slightly curved as to grind the birth canal while it fights its way through the tightness. I refuse to believe it has been designed for human use, but...

sigh

, it’s about to be. A draw motivation from this being the final battle. It has to be; no bigger dildo has to exist in the entire world.

I don’t let the fear show even as I walk to my own spit roast, even as a dozen hidden phones slip out of schoolgirl skirts to film my triumph or demise. Watching me squirm is what Kimmy wanted from the beginning.

As for the other bitches, they used to laugh almost to the point of peeing themselves. Now the tide is shifting; it’s not the same laughter as the first time I chose to defiantly sit on the dildo instead of spending the day squirming at the edges of my seat to avoid it. Now it’s entertainment, cheering for the gladiator risking her life, and it’s damaging Empress Kimmy’s reputation of number-one-badass-bitch.

I look at the smirk on that slut’s face, commit it to memory for motivational purposes before taking the final step to my desk behind hers. Kimmy thinks she’s won. We’ll see. I move my chair back until it hits the desk behind mine. It’s so much heavier than usual.

The cock head is higher than my crotch, almost to my chin. So I bend it forward. More. More... If I let go right now, it would probably whip the phone out of the hands of the girl sitting behind me. I lift my leg high, flashing my pussy to five different phones to straddle the bent shaft. ...
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