Madison is reacting much though. Her face is beet red, with what I now recognize to be arousal, but she still refuses to say anything. I frown at that. But then I grin, because I have an idea. Madison shudders a little. Hah, she knows what's coming.
I decide to steal a page of the trio's book. I place my hand just on top of her mons, like she did to me, and I delight in her squirming. I grin wider as I gather the front of Madison's panties in my hand. I see Madison's eyes widen in realization. Yep, that's right, that. Then I wrap my hand around the bunch and
heave.
Madison squeals when I lift her by her panties in a tremendous wedgie. She stands on her tip toes and tilts her hip towards me in an effort to lessen the weight being put on her pussy, but that only works to give me a better view of how her lips are being spread open by the strip of cloth that's holding almost all her body's weight. She squirms and struggles, but that only works her panties deeper into her wet snatch. She's crying again, tears forming tracks on her cheeks. On a whim, I take a lick. I enjoy her shudder just as much as the taste.
"Ready to tell me where my clothes are?" I ask her, grin solidly in place. She is still squeaking in tandem with her struggles, and her breathing is getting pretty labored, but she still manages shake her head. Quite vigorously at that. I didn't care. I expected it, even. Seeing her blush like that, struggling to breath through the pain and pleasure, it is intoxicating. And I definitively want more.
With that thought in mind, I heave again, and Madison squeals yet again, her eyes fluttering. Her panties practically disappear into her pussy, allowing me a good look at her naked lips and the small tuft of smooth brown hair above them. I also see, just as much as I feel, Madison's legs trembling, struggling to find to push her weight up with only her big toes. She was losing that battle, if the increasing weight in both my hands and the number of tears told me anything.
"Ready to talk?" I asked, taking on a sweet tone. I felt anything but. She didn't shake her head this time, just moaned and panted. "I'll take that as a no." I release my hold on Madison's wrists -which flop down to her sides uselessly— , and shift to give her panties a double handed grip. Her eyes open wide again, and she gives me a weak shake. I just answer with a nod and a grin. And then I heave with all my strength. Madison outright screams this time, her feet dangling freely below her. She twitches and shudders and trembles as her clit takes the full weight of her body, held up by a piece of cloth stretched beyond recognition.
The only warning we got was the tearing sound a second before Madison's panties snapped. I was left holding onto the ruined, wet item as Madison fell to the ground with a yelp. She didn't make any effort to stand up again and I drank up the sight before me: She just sat there, trembling and panting like a dog. She was leaning back on the locker, unable to hold her own weight. Her hair was completely tussled out place, and her headband sat crooked to the side. Her face had a wonderful red tint to it, and her eyes were focused on nothing in particular. Her a-little-too-loose blue tank top was was disheveled too, one strap having fallen of her shoulder, giving me a good peek at the matching bra to the panties in my hand. And the piece of resistance, her hiked up denim skirt that allowed me a perfect view of her reddened and swollen pussy. It was a master piece, if I do say myself.
As her breathing evened out, I switched my attention to the busted up panties. They were still wet with Madison's juices. I brought them up to my face and gave them a good whiff. They smelled wonderful too. It was a musky scent: Strong, but not overpowering. I found that with each sniff I took, the smell burned straight towards my lust, fueling it. I moved my free hand towards my own pussy, which was quite wet, and began rubbing.
I did that for a while, heedless of how much time went past. It was like I was getting high on Madison's smell, getting addicted to it. The thought just made me get hornier even faster. A low groan brought my attention back to Madison. She was a little more focused now, her expression still somewhat vapid, but she was observing me. I also noted, to my pleasure, that she was fingering herself. The thought that she found me getting off on her smell exiting also excited me. It was a weird feedback loop, but I didn't care.
"Does this turn you on, Madison?" I asked, not moving her panties from where they were. I got a weak nod in response, and the rhythm of her ministrations sped up. Her eyes darted very quickly between my face, and my crotch. Hmm. That gave me an idea. "Tell you what, Mady." She twitched a little to the nickname, but didn't react otherwise. "If you tell me where I can find my clothes, I'll give you a little reward," I finished with a purr, at the same time sat down on the bench and crossed my legs in such a way that left no doubt as to what the reward was.
There was no hesitation as she rasped out "Locker forty seven, the combination is seventy-four seventy-four."
"Good girl!" I praised her, and she smiled at the same time the tempo of her self-fucking increased again. I giggled at her as I stood up again, flashing her as I go. I walked towards the locker in question, and set the combination into the four discs holding the lock in place. It clicked open without protest. Looking inside, I found my backpack and my clothes, both dirty and clean. Thinking quickly, I grab one of the other plastic bags I had and stuff Madison's musky panties in them. Satisfied my memento would be safe, I took everything out of the locker and carried it back where Madison was waiting for me.
I set everything in the bench and turned back to Madison. The smile I give her is all the confirmation she needs. She got on her knees -legs still too weak to stand— and crawled on all fours towards me. I sat down on the bench again, and spread my legs for her. She kneeled in front of me, hands on my legs to keep her from falling. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly leaned in until I could feel her warm breath on my pussy, causing me to shudder in pleasure. And then, the first lick came, and I about exploded.
Now, the only things I learnt about sex I did through the trashy romance novels my mom sometimes likes to keep around. The little trick I did there to get Madison to tell me what I wanted was something I lifted directly of one of the high fantasy one that was one of my mom's favorites. And one of the things all the books had in common was the act of the cunnilingus. So I was familiar with the concept, but no amount of reading could prepare me for the real thing.
The moment Madison's tongue touched the bottom of my lips, the spike of pleasure made me yelp, and then moan as she slowly licked her way up the folds. The downstroke sent shivers through my spine. And when she hit the bottom, she simply started back up again. A couple repetitions had me trembling in my seat, struggling to hold myself upright. And then she started throwing kisses here and there, and I moaned and groaned with each one. But none of that compared when she finally decided to start playing with my button. The first kiss on it made buck against her, but when she started sucking on it, oh boy, I screamed her name to the heavens. She then proceeded to flick it around with her tongue, and I lost all form of coherence.
Madison settled on a pattern then. She would lick my folds and between them before spending some time kissing and sucking my clit. And I moaned, groaned, and panted as she did so. So it was a great surprise when the first finger plunged into my entrance, so great a surprise in fact, that I came almost immediately. My back arched, my toes curled and my hands found Madison's head and rammed her against my pussy, all while a let out a soundless scream of ecstasy. But even as I thrashed in Madison's face, she didn't let up, if anything, it encouraged her. She kept sucking on my clit even as she pumped her finger into my constricting, convulsing snatch. I can safely say that at that moment, Madison had given me the best orgasm in my life yet.
When I finally petered out, I was slumped on top of Madison. When I straightened out, the first thing I did was grab handful of her hair, and pulled on it, forcing her to get her face out of between my legs look at me in the eye. I regarded her for a moment, admiring the way her face was completely covered in fluids, some of it dripping down her chin and onto her neck and chest. It was fucking sexy. Without further insights, I dipped down, and kissed her.
It wasn't the first time I kissed a girl. Emma and I used to practice quite a bit when we were younger. However, since then I had fallen out of practice for obvious reasons. Madison didn't have that issue, so I let her set the pace as our tongues danced with one another. It let me enjoy the my own, and Madison's taste.
Without breaking the kiss, I nudged Madison to scooch back so I could kneel in front of her. Once I am down on the floor with her, I she wraps her arms around my back. I, in turn, wrapped one of mine around her waist. We caress each other that way, our tongues continuing on their merry dance. Then I sneak my free hand towards Madison's crotch, and without warning, I stick my index right through her entrance.
Her tongue froze just as a gasp ran through her frame and then she moaned into my mouth as I began to feel around her tight, wet, canal. I marvel a little, exploring Madison's insides, noting all the differences between hers and mine. For starters, where my own vagina is smooth on top and heavily corrugated at the bottom, Madison's had light corrugations all over. it made or an interesting experience. It also helped that Madison had regained her bearings and we began to kiss again in earnest, even when Madison moaned again and again.
I knew she was close to her own finish when she started shaking like a leaf. In the good spirit of payback, I decided to surprise her by shifting my hand so I could use my thumb to play with her own clit. Turned out to be the correct move, because not soon after, Madison broke the kiss and came, moaning and panting as she leaned on me for support.
I kissed her again, chastely this time, before helping her up and setting her down on the bench to ride out her afterglow. As I set her down, she took my hand -the one I fingered her with— and sucked the finger clean. I led out another little moan as she did so. When she finished, she let go with a pop. I smiled down at her, and she answered in kind.
I did have somewhere to be though, so I let her rest in peace while I began to dress myself. It doesn't take very long. The hardest part was getting my hair dried up and under control. It gotten even messier than Madison's. I got done however, and I was ready to go. I picked up my backpack slung it over my back, the weight of it forcing me to slouch under it.
On my way out, I take the time to run a hand through Madison's hair, and she practically purrs. "You did well little Mady," I say as I caress her cheek. She snuggles to it, just like a cat would. Looking closely, I see a hand shaped bruise forming. Heh, looks I won't be the only one with a keepsake. I lean down and kiss her one last time.
"Thank you, Mistress," she mumbles. Hmm. Mistress, I like the sound of that. I giggle at the thought.
"You are welcome. See ya later, little Mady," call as I leave the locker room, a spring in my step.
It isn't until I am walking through the school gates that I realize just what the fuck happened.
"I fucked Madison Clements," I whisper in disbelief. "I boned Madison Fucking Clements. Jesus Christ, did I really... Did I really raped her? Or was that consensual? Oh fuck, am I a lesbian? Shit!"
Fuck it. It's too much. I need to speak with Lisa. I pull out my Undersider phone as I speed walk towards the nearest bus stop.
"Taylor?" answered Lisa's voice just as I reached the stop. "What happened to you, you're late."
"Lisa, I need your help. Something happened at school. It's... I might have..."
I heard Lisa sigh on the other end. "I am not going to like any of what I am going to hear am I?"
"Not likely," was my answer.
"Ah fuck. Head over here, doing this over the phone is giving me a headache."
"See you there," I say and hung up, just as the bus rolled to a stop.
* * *
Interlude 1.x
Meanwhile, in an unused classroom...
"Is she there yet?" asked an exasperated Emma Barnes. "I don't want to sit in this dusty place anymore."
"No, she's not," growled an even more annoyed Sophia Hess. "You know the drill. She'll text us and start up the feed when she is there. And I don't like it any better, but this is the only place we won't be discovered. So deal with it."
Emma moaned in desperation. "What is taking her so long?"
"According to Madison, the coach held her back. Something about picking up equipment."
"Huh. Any chance she'll spill about us?"
"Nah. You know how much of a coward Hebert is. She'll probably just do what she's told and then scram like the weak willed doe she is."
"Hmm. I hope so." The redhead then let out an explosive sigh. She dusted one of the desks as best she could, and sat with a huff.
Sophia growled as she sat opposite to her. "Listen," she said testily. "This was your fucking idea. One that I quite honestly think is stupidly bad, so you either suck it up or I'm leaving."
Emma looked affronted. "Bad? How the hell is this bad? We have everything planned! I won't tempt Murphy by saying it's perfect, but it's pretty damn close."
"Urgh," grunted the athlete, her face in her hands. "You went ahead and tempted him anyway."
Emma tapped the desk with her knuckles. "There, fixed. Now answer the question."
Sophia didn't answer for a couple seconds. Then, she raised her head to look at Emma. "Honestly?" she said, in a passive tone that Emma rarely heard from her friend. "I'm not one hundred percent comfortable with this. This is really close to the kind of shit I used to pin dudes to a wall for."
Emma stared at her friend for a moment, before answering "Ok, ok. No, I get you. But really, you shouldn't feel guilty-"
"I'm not guilty!"
"-for this. We are not raping her," finished Emma without skipping a beat. "We aren't recording it and we aren't telling anybody. And you know we've done worse and she still took it without complain like the wimp she is. What's some more humiliation to her? We make her model a bit, make her think we have it on video, and then we rub it in her face for a couple of weeks, maybe blackmail her into a couple other things, and then we tell her there was no video. Then we get to watch her cry tears of shame. Not much different than what we've done before."
