New Phones, who dis? - Sex Stories

New Phones, who dis?

“Hey Maia, I sent your ass a dick pic last night, did you feel it?”

“No, must have been too small.” She was used to the attention, the subtle side glances, the less subtle head-turns. Having to bring unwieldy breasts bigger than anyone’s mom’s at school was a daily show-and-tell Maia would have liked to live without. Her well-practiced walk minimized jiggling, but even the minimum was enough to turn boys into drooling dogs and send girls into unwarranted vengeful fits of jealousy.

The giggling, the whispers, the head-shakes, and especially the anal-related catcalling, that was new. Yesterday’s incident was still on everyone’s lips this morning, an incident involving two assholes.

The first asshole was Mr. Beardsley, an English teacher so bad at English, he didn't know the difference between fear and respect, especially when it came to the girls in his class. Any minor transgression of his arbitrary, spur-of-the-moment rules had you bent over his knees with your skirt up and your panties around your ankles. Maia’s spanking sessions lasted the longest of all the girls and the teacher’s hand often lingered on her butt, sneaking in a squeeze or two between spanks while his power-trip bulge pushed against her squished breast.

Maia knew a cellphone in class was asking for a spanking (as if Mr. Beardsley couldn’t make up any bullshit reason whenever he felt like spanking her), but the illicit device was already hidden in her desk when the teacher announced his new rule ...

... that any phone found in class would be shoved up the offender’s ass. That was extreme even for him, but no one doubted he would follow through on the threat. And so Maia played it safe and didn't reach for it when the recess bell rang with the intention of only retrieving her phone at the end of the day once Mr. Beardsley’s car had left the lot.

Her plan did not survive first contact with the enemy or the anonymous tip of a different, faceless enemy. Upon her return from break, Mr. Beardsley was waiting by her desk asking why he had found a phone inside.

“It’s not mine,” Maia had said. Keeping her anal virginity was well worth the price of a new iPhone given its size. But when confronted with the picture of her hugging Noodle, her cute Shih Tzu, in the background, she decided that pilling on additional lies was not worth the additional trouble she would be getting herself into, and so her panties found her ankles for the fifth time this morning.

She would have given anything for the pain of a few dozen slaps on her red throbbing peach instead of the profound discomfort of Mr. Beardsley’s fat finger penetrating her anus and rotating it around in her rectum to widen the rim like a rubber band. Inserting a 6-inch (diagonal) screen with a bulky case required a lot of anal tenderizing. Maia was already exhausted from internal screaming when he made the first phone penetration attempt.

As a personal victory no one else would appreciate, she had not cried, nor begged him ...