Sisters On Camera, part 2 - Sex Stories

Sisters On Camera, part 2

Kerry hung her head as Roger and Adam followed her down the hallway. Her tiny dress clung to her body, the upper rim of her oversized areolae peeping above the neckline as the skirt swished freely, revealing her pale bare bottom with each step she took. Sundresses were forbidden under the school dress code, but the administrators at Kerry's school found themselves too busy staring to make any serious effort to curtail her behavior. There was no rule explicitly forbidding students from wearing collars, though Kerry's classmates took full advantage of the permissive atmosphere created by her presence collared and half-naked on school grounds. She could tell that the entire school was talking about her, laughing behind her back at her awkward, whorish and desperate misadventures. A group of male and female black students burst into laughter as she trudged by, observed at every step by the former friends who had taken it upon themselves to torment her, degrade her and destroy her life. Kerry had surrendered her phone to Adam and Roger for the day, and they used it to snap upskirt photos at frequent intervals to send to her younger sister as they followed the elder sibling from classroom to classroom. "Looks like you forgot your panties, ma'am." the tallest of the black students observed derisively as Kerry approached the set of lockers against which he was leaning. She stared at the floor and attempted to veer away from the clique, but Roger placed a hand on her shoulder and ...

... steered her toward them. A sharb jab at her bruised, aching back from Roger's elbow spurred her to make eye contact with the tall young man who addressed her. "No, sir. I chose not to wear panties because I'm a slut and I love going commando in a dress. It makes me very, very horny, sir." Roger and Adam snickered. She had slipped on a few words but she had essentially followed her instructions to the best of her ability. Every time another student noticed her lack of underwear and inquired about it, she was required to explain herself using the words her "friends" chose for her. Without batting an eyelash, the tall black student slipped his hand under the hem of Kerry's dress. She turned to Adam and then Roger, looking at each of her friends with pleading desperation in her wet doe-like eyes but receiving only stern, icy gazes of contempt in response. They would let every boy in the school finger her cunt if they could get away with it. Unfortunately the presence of faculty and security cameras restricted Kerry's degradation to a few choice venues where the presence of a crowd could mask any obvious sexual abuse. "Ohhh yeah, you ain't lyin' bitch!" the tall upperclassman cooed as he probed her tight, sopping cunt with his index finger. She closed her eyes, bit her lip and moaned as he began pressing his thumb into her clitoris while gently curling his index finger upward and stroking the front walls of her pussy. Nobody knew who the first boy or girl to grope and finger Kerry in ...