Cult of Silk Stockings

(all characters are at least 18 years old)

(all characters are at least 18 years old)

The boy walked down the hallway of his high school to his algebra class. None of his friends had a math class during this period, so he arrived early. He sat down and thumped his book bag on the ground and pulled out his math composition book (red, naturally). He flipped to the homework from the previous night. It was on matrices. Clusters of numbers and letters hugged by brackets. He understood most of it. He pulled out a pencil and doodled in the upper left corner, waiting for the bell to sound.

Other students trickled into the classroom and gravitated towards their seats. One girl caught the boy's eye, as she did every day. Her name was Mackenzie. She was tall for a girl, taller than him. She had curly red hair that cascaded down her shoulders. Pretty face, with big black glasses. Full lips, pink and perpetually glossy. But her real stand out feature was her massive chest. She had bigger breasts than any other woman the boy had ever seen in his life. Each one was the size of her own head, at least. The boy thought they looked bigger than before summer break. Was she still growing? Her school blazer went unbuttoned, and her shirt buttons looked like they could launch into space at any moment. Her breasts parted her blazer like a curtain, revealing her hourglass figure. Just below the hem of her skirt were her slender, lithe thighs. Wrapped around her legs were her iconic pink stockings. And these were real stockings, with garters clasping her thighs. They were shiny, probably made of silk, with tiny bows near the top of each one.

She took her seat at the desk next to him. He side eyed her as she crossed her legs under the desk. The boy thought about everything he'd like to do to Mackenzie. The real world fell out of focus as he imagined having his way with her breasts, her legs, her mouth...

The boy snapped back to reality when he felt the tightness in his pants. He went back to dictating the solutions to last night's homework from the teacher, but his mind and gaze gravitated back to Mackenzie. He looked down at her legs just as she switched which one was on top. He looked up and saw her staring back at him, meeting his gaze. Her face was neutral, save the suggestion of a smile on her lips. His eyes darted back to his composition book, and he didn't dare look away for the rest of the class. When the bell rang, the boy stuffed his book bag and darted from the classroom, not even looking at Mackenzie's side of the classroom. He hurried down the hall, trying not to force Mackenzie's eyes out of his mind.

He went about the rest of his day. He had English, then Physiology, then lunch. He sat with his friends, eating square pizza when he glanced across the lunch room and saw two girls staring at him. He looked back, and they kept their gaze. They waved at him, with broad smiles. He gave a small wave back, not sure what to make of it. They turned away from him and talked to each other, their conversation evaporating in the roar of the lunchroom conversation. He turned back to the table. He felt a small weight of unease drop into his stomach. He sucked down a carton of milk. He tried to listen to the chatting at his table, but his eyes kept darting back to the girls across the cafeteria. They didn't look at him. One girl was pantomiming while talking to the other. She looked like she was tying invisible string.

The boy went to the rest of his classes. French, then choir. While the music teacher was instructing the basses, the boy looked across the rows of staggered students and saw another girl looking at him.Glaringat him. She him raised her chin at him with squinted eyes. The boy scrunched his face in bafflement when the teacher called everyone to start singing again. The boy didn't dare look at her again.

After the final bell, he walked back to the math wing of school, to his locker. He had to walk across the entire school, so most everyone had filtered out by the time he made it to his locker. But right next to his locker was a girl. The boy recognized her as one of the girls from lunch that waved at him. Molly, was her name. She was a bit shorter than him, blonde and petite. She stood right next to his locker, staring right at him. "Heyyy," she chimed.

"Hi," the boy responded. He walked up to his locker and pinched the dial of the combination lock, but kept still. "You need something?" he questioned.

"Nooooo, notme," she teased. "I'm friends with Mackenzie. She said you were getting an eyeful of her in calculus today."

"Hmm," the boy sounded. He began twirling the dial on the lock. There was silence, save the spinning of plastic.

"Mack thinks you're cute." Molly said. The boy had his finger on the latch to open the door. She leaned in and whispered "She wants to show you something."

The boy froze. The boy glanced back over at Molly. "What is it?" he asked.

Molly giggled and bit her lip. "You can come see right now if you want," she said. "She's in the math room." she gestured her head down the hallway. The boy looked at the closed door just a few yards away. He let go of his locker. "Follow me." Molly commanded. She grabbed him by the hand and pulled him along. Her hand was soft, but he could feel the sharp edges of her nails hooking into him. They walked down the hall in silence, save the sound of their footsteps. The boy could feel his heart beating so fast, he wondered if Molly could hear it. "Getting nervous?" she teased, giving his hand a squeeze. "You should be."

They arrived at the door. Molly knocked three times, paused, and then knocked once more. The door opened. On the other side was another girl, but it wasn't Mackenzie. It was a latina girl. Black hair, pleasantly plump. The boy thought her name was Victoria. She had abandoned her blazer, and had undone the top buttons of her shirt. She gave the boy a quick look up and down. "Food's here." she called back into the classroom. Molly pulled the boy inside the classroom. Victoria shut the door behind them. The room was empty, with the blinds shut and chairs stacked on top of desks. In the corner the boy saw Mackenzie sitting behind the teacher's desk, facing away from the rest of the room. She had her blazer off as well, with her red hair cascading over the back of her white shirt. She sat with her legs apart. After a moment, the boy realized he saw a pair of knees touching the floor in front of Mackenzie. The boy could hear slurping and licking.

Victoria grabbed the boy's arm. "She's getting ready for you," she explained. "Now we have to get you ready for her." She yanked him toward the front of the room. The boy only just noticed that there were two desks lined up with each other near the blackboard. With a discarded blazer folded at the head of one desk. Victoria led him to the conjoined desks. "Get up there and lay down." she commanded. The boy complied. He hoisted himself up. He sat and leaned back, not fully laying down. From this height he could see Mackenzie and the other person a bit better. The mystery person had long brown hair, so the boy guessed it was a girl. Maybe the other girl from lunch, but he couldn't see her face. On top of her head was Mackenzie's hand. The brown-haired girl's head was bobbing up and down, slurping and sucking the whole time. The boy craned his neck upward to try to get a better look. The boy felt a pair of hands on this shoulders pull him down, landing his head on the blazer. He looked up and saw Victoria scowling at him, pinning his shoulders to the desk.

"Just relax," he heard Molly say. She was standing next to the desks, near his legs. Two desks weren't long enough to fully sprawl out on, so the boy kept his legs bent upward to keep his feet on the second desk. She put a hand on his knee. "Thanks for agreeing to this," she cooed, her hand running down his thigh. "I can tell you're excited," she said, rubbing her hand over the bulge in slacks. The boy hadn't even noticed he was hard. Molly grabbed his belt buckle. "We'll take care of it from here." She unfastened his belt with a subtle clink, followed by his button and zipper. She shimmied his pants down his legs, forcing them to extend. She pulled his pants down to his ankles, followed by his underwear. His feet swung in the air, tangled in his clothes. He lay on the desk, with legs hanging off the edge, his lower half exposed. Molly looked at his privates and giggled. "Mackenzie will like this," she whispered. "Hey Abby, give me a hand here," she called over her shoulder.

The girl that had been kneeling before Mackenzie stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She skipped over to the desks and stood at his side and looked down at him. The boy recognized her as the other girl from the lunch room today. She silently grinned at him, a sliver of spit still stuck to her face, before diving under the desks. The boy tried in vain to peak past the edge of the desk to see what she was doing, when Molly dove under the desks as well. Two arms reached up and grabbed him by the wrists, pulling them down over the edge of the desks. At the same time, the boy felt two hands grip his tangled feet and pull them under the desk as well. He tried to struggle, but we couldn't fight from his prone position. All four limbs pulled beneath him, with his shoulders pinned to desk by Victoria. He felt something slip around his wrists and tighten. Then the same with his ankles. He kicked and thrashed, but he was hogtied.

"What the fu-" he started, but Victoria slapped a piece of duct tape over his mouth. "Shut up." she commanded. "You're getting what you deserve."

"Victoria, don't be so rough with him." This was a voice the boy hadn't heard yet. He craned his neck and looked forward. Mackenzie was standing now, still facing away. She was moving her arm up and down, like she was petting something in front of her torso. "He's only curious. And I'm going to sate his curiosity." She turned around now, and stalked toward the desks. As she came close, the boy nearly choked with surprise. In front of Mackenzie, emanating from the folds of her skirt, was a huge cock. It was the length of her arm, its head touching the dip in fabric between her breast. It was as thick as her wrist, with veins as long and bulbous as her fingers. It glistened with spit. She stroked herself as she approached the boy, planting herself in the space between his legs. The boy felt her smooth soft legs brush against the inside of his thighs. She let go of her shaft and grabbed the boy's hips, pulling him toward her. Her shaft pushed into his nutsack, and towered over his flaccid dick.

"You had so much lust in your eyes this morning," Mackenzie said. "You must have been so hard, staring at me." She rubbed her shaft up and down his sack. He could feel her veins pushing into him, separating his nuts from each other. "You must really want to have sex with me," she whispered. She ran her hands down his thighs. "I'm gonna let you."

Mackenzie grabbed her wet cockhead and took a step back, pulling her cock parallel with the ground. She lined herself up with the boy's hole, and gave it a couple swirls with her tip. He tensed himself, trying to repel the the invasion. Mackenzie pushed her hips forward, and broke the seal. She pushed until her whole head was inside. The boy groaned. He felt like he would tear in half. Mackenzie smiled and took a full step forward, burying herself a few inches deep into the boy. "Ooooh, you feel nice," she cooed. She took another step forward, plunging deeper. Most of her cock was inside him now. The boy strained against his binds, but they held like spider webs. "Now you're getting tight," Mackenzie said. She swayed her hips in a circle, grinding her meat inside the boy. She tunneled deeper. The boy could feel the protrusion rising higher inside him. He could feel her in his stomach. She dug her nails into his bare hips and started giving short thrusts, forcing herself deeper. The tables squeaked with each shove of her hips.

She bottomed out. Their pelvises met, the point of contact obscured beneath the folds of Mackenzie's skirt. The boy could feel her in his chest, under his ribs. "Good boy," Mackenzie said, placing a hand on his belly. "You took that well. Now let me take it from here. You just lay back and relax." She planted her hands on the desk, and started thrusting. The boy could feel it inside him, the mass of hardness stirring his insides. No one said anything. The only sounds were the squeak of the desk, the rustle of Mackenzie's skirt, and the soft slap of skin.

Mackenzie gave him long thrusts. Her hips retracted back before charging back in. The minutes bled together. The boy stopped squirming. He stared up at the drop ceiling, praying for the end. Mackenzie let out an occasional groan. The boy felt her rod retract from his guts, tugging at them, before rushing back in, filling him up. Mackenzie's face grew red. She leaned forward, planting her palms either side of the boy's waist, still plowing into him. Her glasses began to slip down her nose, but she ignored them.

"I can feel you loosening up," she said. "He's starting to relax." She put one hand on his belly just below his sternum, and angled her thrusts upward. A noticeable bulge sprung up with every thrust. She felt her cock head bash into her hand thru the boy's flesh. "Molly, get up here," Mackenzie commanded. Molly sprang up from beneath the desks with a bounce and a smile. "Sit on his chest," Mackenzie told her. Molly vaulted herself onto the boy's chest, facing Mackenzie.

Finally, the thrusting stopped, but the boy still felt the invader in his body. "You did so well today," he heard Mackenzie praise. Molly giggled her thanks. "Now help me finish what you started." Both girls leaned forward. Their lips met. The kiss started modest, but rapidly involved into a tongue twister. Both girls grabbed each other by the hair, forcing their heads as close as they would come. They moaned into each other's mouths. Mackenzie began thrusting again, hard and shallow. The boy cried out again, muffled thru the duct tape. He looked up and saw Mackenzie's delicate fingers tangled in Molly's blonde locks. He could hear their sloppy kiss. Mackenzie fucked him harder. She slammed her hips into him with abandon. His body stopped fighting back, and opened to her.

Mackenzie unlatched from Molly's mouth. "I'm almost ready," she gasped. "Get down, so I can give it to him." Molly dismounted from the boy's chest. Mackenzie lunged forward, planting her hands on the desk in the space between his shoulders and neck. Her tempo was relentless. She looked into the boy's eyes, over the rim of her glasses. The boy screwed his eyes shut. "You're welcome." he heard her whisper.

Mackenzie bucked her hips a final time, slamming her whole length into the boy. She let out a small gasp. Her glasses fell from her face and clattered to the floor. The boy felt a mass of fluid being poured into him. He felt his guts expand to make way for it. Mackenzie after-shocked, thrusting again, bursting again. Finally, her twitching stopped. She stayed in place, leaned over the boy, with her eyes shut, panting. The room was quiet. Mackenzie leaned forward until she was fully on top of the boy. Her huge chest resting heavy on his. The boy could feel Mackenzie on top of his chest, and within it. They locked eyes. Mackenzie panted in his face, their noses almost touching. She smiled. "Remember, no telling." she said.

Mackenzie stood up, still inside the boy. Molly handed Mackenzie her glasses. Mackenzie put them back on. Molly, Victoria, and Abby stood around the desks, looking at Mackenzie. "Good work, girls," Mackenzie praised. "Let's get going." She finally pulled out of the boy. He felt the cock tug at his insides, threatening to pull him inside out. The girls unbound his hands from his feet, but kept his wrists and ankles together. They picked him off the desk and tossed him on the ground. Victoria grabbed a pair of scissors from the teacher's desk and threw them. The boy watched them sail to the other side of the room, scraping across the floor. He looked up at Mackenzie. She was a bit sweaty and flush, but her weapon of flesh had disappeared, concealed in the confines of her skirt. He watched them leave the room, Mackenzie in front, and the three other girls following. They were already chatting about what homework they had to do, and what their plans were for the weekend. They left the door open, with the boy bound and gagged, laying on the floor.