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Hands Down

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We went to an all girl’s school, but there was a park in between us, and the Boy’s school around the block.

They’re not Christian schools, but Prep schools for the Polytechnic high school, or wherever you’re headed. K-through-8th grade, so I never had to worry about middle school. I was thinking some STEM field, maybe Architect. It really depends on how well I do in Geometry, and Calculus when I get to take them, in high school.

One of the features of Optimus Park is this sort of maze, and obstacle course. They had a wooden castle on top for you to run around, but not really like the keep of a Motte and Bailey. Instead of a palisade of wooden logs, sharpened on top. It had plastic molded over it to look like stones, but underneath it was more like catacombs.

On my way across the field, I saw a boy in uniform. Looking around, and headed for the same place. There was a girl standing next to the archway on my side, smoking but she stamped it out, before I came up.

“Stand up here.” She pointed to a line across the side, in some sort of magic marker. Looking me over.

“What for?”

“Just turn around, and stand up straight.” I nodded, and tried to lift my chest. Tilt my ribs to make my spine as straight as possible. Just like our dance teacher taught us, but I didn’t get up En Pointe. Not that I could in these shoes, but it didn’t say you had to be this tall to enter.

“Okay,” she pulled a bag of rubber bands out of her pocket, “Now tie your hair up.”

“I got a hair tie here.” I got it out.

“As high as you can, just as long as it doesn’t hang down.” I twisted it up in a bun, and popped the hair tie around it. “Don’t bend down too low, and do you have any gloves?” I shook my head, “Well we ran out, so don’t touch anyone, unless you can borrow a pair. Of clean gloves from one of the other girls, but don’t reuse them.”

“Okay, got it.”

“I don’t have to tell you not to get anything in there.” She pointed.

I shook my head, “I don’t want to get pregnant.”

“There’s probably some STDs going around too, just be careful.” I nodded, but you kinda got used to wearing masks, too. Just add that to the uniform, but I’m pretty sure the hair thing was just to keep anyone from recognizing you. That’s the best way to tell each other apart in uniforms and masks, unless they have a distinctive pair of glasses. Nothing you can do about shoes, I guess.

I knew the way, since I played on the playground enough times to memorize it, top to bottom, but in the center was this sort of drain. They had steps down, with gutters on either side, but it was low enough you had to duck your head, and there was even a concrete beam across the top. I assume to hold up the center of the tower. It’s not a tower, it’s just a room with ladders up the walls so you can climb up, like a treehouse. In the exact center, you could look out over the trees, and even see tops of both schools, in either direction.

Little kids ran around up there playing, but when I got to the center, there were already a few girls down there. I could see their hair, and if I cared to, probably figure out who is who, even with them braided, or up in twists. They all had their hair up, so none of the boys could see it hanging down.

“Uh, does anybody have a glove I can borrow?” No glove no love was just common sense. I don’t know any of these boys, but if they even know about this in the first place, you can’t trust them not to stick it in anybody you have the chance to.

I don’t know whether or not to believe him, but my bother said he knew a boy that got a whore for his birthday. It sounded more like a bachelor party, but instead of just a stripper, his dad got a full blown call girl for his sweet 16. I’d like to think that if any of these boys could afford boys, they’d be there with them, because if you’re buying, you can make them do whatever you want to.

“Huh, yeah.” A blonde stepped back, and bent over to pull her panties up, once she was up the stairs. She pulled out a ziplock.

“Sorry, the girl out,” I just hooked my thumb over my shoulder, “There said she ran out.”

“I’m done anyway. Here.” She gave me a pair, and picked up her backpack. They’ve got a pretty good setup here, I even have to respect the rules. Not just so nobody knows what a dirty slut I am at school, but also just for how much thought went into it.

I’m not a dirty slut. Not yet, I never really got the chance before. If only I heard about this sooner. They held it on Sunday mornings, so all the Christian kids would be in Church. That way Karen won’t call the cops on us, but when I got the gloves on. I took off my sweater, and unbuttoned my dress, on my way down to line up with the other girls.

They didn’t even look over, but. “Huh!” I don’t blame them. There’s so many boys, it’s hard to decide where to start. Maybe they have their own rules that you have to have hair on it to play, but they all did. They were all tall enough, too.

“Take it off.”

“Oh yeah.” I blushed behind my mask, but I pulled my arms out first. School’s been out since Friday, but I knew to wear my uniform, anyway. That way, I could be any other girl at school, but I didn’t wear any underwear. No color shirt, nor tie either. Those would just get in the way, but they could reach under the beam, and feel me up, once the dress came down to my waist.

“Nice little titties.” I know, they’re so perky, they just cantilever straight out, as if they haven’t discovered gravity yet.

“Let me have one, don’t hog them both!”

“Boys,” I rolled my eyes, and the other girls laughed.

“Yeah.”

“I know, right?”

I was almost sorry I only had 2 hands, but one of them stuck my dress between my legs, and felt up to my crotch through it. “Huh!”

“Take off her panties.”

“I’m not wearing any.” Then, 2 hands started pulling up the cotton, and feeling up my legs under it. Touching me with rubbery fingers, and finally finding the wet spot.

“I’m so wet. IHN!” I bit my lip. “Mhn!”

“Jerk it, jerk me off, don’t just hold it.”

“Oh sorry.” I got distracted, being fingerbanged, and it’s hard to hold still with him twisting his hand around to screw me. Then another fingertip feeling around, and finding the hole. “Oh yeah. Just 2 fingers. Huh yeah!” He crossed his fingers, so he could “Screw me, screw them in and out, oh yeah. I like that!”

“Sh, you want the little kids to hear us?” I shook my head, but I didn’t say sorry. Honestly, they were running around, laughing and playing so loud, I seriously doubt the could hear us, but I better not yell too loud.

I have to wonder why I didn’t think about that before. I like 2 fingers best anyways. Not than 3 is too many, it’s just. I tried even 4 at a time, but after 1 gets you loosened up, 2 is just about perfect, but tree isn’t really a vast improvement.

“Huh fuck it.” He slapped my hand, and took it in his glove. Beat it, and started breathing even faster than his frantically pumping fist. “Huh! UH!”

“Hey, watch it man!”

“SH!”

“Huh!” He slowed down, “Huh!” Put his arm up on the wall, and shot his wad all over the ground. “HhuhHhuhHhuh!” Let out a ragged breath, and zipped his pants up. His satisfied little dick going soft, and still dripping. Shaking the last out before he tucked it in, and tucked his uniform shirt in.

I licked my lips, then closed my eyes, when mister fingers uncrossed his fingers. Inside me. I guess I never took the term “Screwing” literally. I know it’s against the rules, but when I saw all that semen shoot out, I really wanted to get down, pull my face mask off, and let them beat off all over me, but I didn’t.

Maybe some day, I’m not a good girl either, but I only bend the rules. Especially when I know, and understand them. I don’t want to turn out like those poor teenage pregnant sluts, kicked out, and disowned. Forced to beat off men in dark alleys for a few bucks to buy a bottle.

“Hnahuh! Ahuh uhuh! Uh!” I stepped back, before I fell down. Shaking, and caught the board along the side. The handrail right over the gutters, and managed to climb up, before I fell down where they could see me.

“Huh!” I sat down at the top. “Uhn!” Still spasming, and held my head. My mouth, so I didn’t squeal with the most incredible climax I ever felt. So far. Whoever that boy was, he really knew how to fingerblast you! “Mhn.” I had to pull down my mask to breathe. Then pull myself up to my feet, and stagger off. I stuck my arm in the sleeve backwards. So, I had to pull it out, and put it back on. Button it up, and find a corner where I could catch my breath.

Just my breath, and nothing else. “Whew!” I pulled my mask back up, and started buttoning my dress. I had to go back for my sweater, but at least my knees were steady.

“Here’s the rules,” the girl gave me a cheat sheet to read, along with the baggies of gloves, and rubber bands. I nodded, but since it was my first time, I had to take a turn. Keeping the little kids out, making sure the girls were tall enough that their faces didn’t show under the beam, and talking them through the rules:

[1) Even if you know the rules, I have to tell you again.
2) Even if you’re on birth control, there might be TSDs going around…]

There was a whole new section just for Covid 19 restrictions. That started with , but social distance was right out the window. Those started with [Even if you’re vaccinated…] So either the same girl wrote them, or they just copied the format of the other rules. They didn’t have to tell you not to let anybody get ahold of them, so someone would break up our little sex club.

No oral sex, or facials, let alone going all the way. Try not to get any fluids on your shoes, so step back, and up the stairs. So someone else can take your place. Mental note to go see the nurse, where I can steal some Examination gloves from her office. Bring a ziplock to keep them fairly sterile.

I learned something new, though. So, I could try crossing my fingers to screw them until I loosened up enough to really fuck them. It turns out, it’s not as easy as he made it look, to DiY.
I think it’s because he’s standing in front of you, instead of trying to twist my wrist between my legs. Who knows how many girls he fingered to learn how to get you off, even better than I could.

That satisfied me for another week, but I know I’d be back. Now that I know where, and when to cum…

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