New Phones, who dis? - Sex Stories

New Phones, who dis?

... to be more gentle as he pushed the camera corner of her phone against her tiny asshole while fish-hooking the rim vertically with two fingers. Her anus clamped on the phone width without more than a few moans and groans. She endured the warping rectum and the button protrusions scratching against her stretched rim, then pulled her skirt back over her ass when she was released and pulled up her panties. It was a careful and apprehensive descent of her bubbly butt onto the now immensely uncomfortable seat which pushed a pointy corner deeper against the deformed membrane of her rectum, deforming it further, but she was ready to pretend out of sight meant out of mind.

Maia clenched the edges of her desk at the first pulse of the first vibration. Her knuckles turned white when her phone received a second text. Someone else in class had a secret phone and her number spread like wildfire to all the secret phones in every class. It was non-stop notifications for the rest of the day, each of them sending a rectum-clenching jolt that spread through her crotch and up her spine. Most texters weren’t even there to watch her boobs jiggle as she squirmed on her chair, locking moans behind one hand and pushing her skirt against her pussy with the other to damper the disturbing vibrations quickly building up into a public orgasm. With more casualties than Maia could count, she fought a war against unwanted orgasms all day and all night until her battery finally ran out.

Today was a new ...

... day. An angular object turned out to be much easier to shove

into

an uncooperative asshole than to pull out between pinched fingers, so Maia still had a piece of plastic and metal the size of her hand poking both hip bones. But, she was determined to act too normal for people to know. Not a twitch of pain made it to her face when she confidently compressed her distended rectum against the seat of her chair.

“Good morning, everyone,” Mr. Beardsley was always in a good mood before pretending to be outraged over some spank-worthy behavior. “I hope you all learned from Maia’s mistake yesterday and I won’t have to waste another hour stretching buttholes.”

With perfect comedic timing, a phone rang from inside Maia’s desk.

“It’s not mine.”

“Talking without raising your hand? That’s a spanking, Maia, you know that. And you told the same lie about your phone yesterday. But it did turn out to be your phone, didn't it? Come on, open your desk, let’s get this over with. I’m going to have to shove it even deeper in there until you learn your...” Few things could stop Mr. Beardsley in the middle of a ‘learn your lesson’ speech but an entire desk filled to the brim with phones will do it.

Without talking (because she had learned that lesson), Maia looked around the class with a tilted head and lazy eyes.

Really, guys?

There must have been over a hundred new and old generations under one lid. She raised her hand this time, just in case it needed to be said this was ...