New Phones, who dis? - Sex Stories

New Phones, who dis?

... an obvious prank, but the teacher waved her off.

“I don’t need to hear your excuses, Maia. Clearly, you thought you could make a mockery of my discipline system and make me back down while everyone clapped, but I’ve got bad news for you. I have no problem spending the entire day shoving every single one of these phones up your butt.”

The victim of this prank tried to politely express a fraction of her outrage with her eyes alone but the big blues couldn’t open wide enough. So a pouting Maia, perched on the teacher’s knees with her panties around her ankles, was left scanning the room from smiling face to smiling face, trying to suss out the responsible party. Considering the number of phones involved, the entire school probably had a collective hand it in. Even her ass might have been part of the group text that organized it all.

“Was that your plan?” Mr. Beardsley exclaimed when his probing fingers touched the phone that had spent the last twenty hours inside her snug rectum. Then, as Maia yelped, he accomplished in one easy yank what she struggled and failed to do in hours of rectal poking: warping her anus and pulling out the phone. “To distract me from the real contraband phone you smuggled in your butt with these decoys? Good luck finding the real phone when I’m done with all of these.”

The classroom thought it was hilarious that Maia had acted like she no longer had a phone up her butt, no doubt speculating about her leaving it there as a sex toy. But the ...

... girl didn’t get a chance to glare at them for long. A phone, definitely not hers, given it was cold instead of body temperature, was fisted right up her ass in one implacable colon punch.

“Every noise you make is a day you’ll have to keep them inside you.”

The threat was noted but as much as Maia wanted to comply, staying silent while a thick man’s thick arm corkscrewed a large phone into your colon didn't come naturally.

Mr. Beardsley was up to his elbow in a masticating ass when he opened his hand and pushed the phone around the colon’s transversal bend with the tip of his middle finger.

I couldn’t get it out when it was right at the entrance (why am I calling my ass an entrance?); how am I going to reach it now?

Perhaps that was the point. Maia's train of thought was interrupted by the feeling of being turned inside out like yesterday's sock. Her anus released the meaty forearm with a loud wet suction sound that made all her classmates cringe in disgust. That sound played in reverse when the fist plowed through once again, carrying a new cold phone to push against the one that was already so deep. With so many to go, it made sense for Mr. Beardsley to keep the descending colon available for the last dozen.

Needless to say, several more days were added to Maia’s sentence with every new phone added to her digestive system.

Such a productive morning for her class. The lunch bell rang and the teacher was still shoving phones up Maia's butt with tireless ...