S.O.L. Games: What’s the Time Mr. Wolf? part 1 of 2 by SKOLL

I turn to look at Gabrielle. She stands in front of me balanced on one foot, arm reaching up and back to hang over my neck for support. The popular girl from my school. Such a pretty little princess. Small bare tits in clear view right below my face, little nipples indented slightly, almost inverted. I sniff inconspicuously at her neck, then under the arm wrapped around me. Everything about the girl smells lovely. A sweet scent, fashionable and trendy perfume you’d expect to find in an expensive teen mall shop.

Ding! “Task 3 of 4…” Gabrielle scurries away, finally letting herself break down into tears. In the brief pause in the action, I take the opportunity to bend down face to face with Madison. The innocent schoolgirl is a sloppy mess now. Now that the glaze has cooled, I shamelessly lick her panting mouth, tasting the icing on those perfect little glossy lips. Sweet, but there’s another flavor. Sour. Probably from the two pussies she’s had all over her face. A shiver goes through me — I’m tasting the cunt juices from a teacher and another student! Feeling my tongue, Madison gasps in horror, “Wh- what are you- ?!” But I stand again as Female 3 steps nervously forward for her turn. Melina Ruiz.

The taller half-Hispanic girl seems deep in thought, much calmer and more resolved with her situation than the other women. Melina flinches when I grab her around the waist, but she remains silent and allows me to guide her. This time I decide to position her facing me, her back to the counter so that she has to sit her butt down onto Madison’s face. It seems to make no difference to the bound blonde below — she simply licks at whatever she’s given. Madison seems to have learned her place, mouth wide and tongue lapping grossly like some nasty baby bird, holding back tears and vomit as Melina’s ass crack is pressed to her lips. She knows the more enthusiastic she is, the sooner it’s all over.

As sticky lapping sounds begin to fill the air, I stand face to face with Melina, holding her in place and looking her slim figure up and down. She shifts around in discomfort, and her hand accidentally brushes my raging dick. She jumps with a start. “I knew it!” she whispers under her breath to herself. I pause, intrigued. So she knew I was getting turned on? That I’m enjoying this? Taking advantage of things?

I smile, calmly reaching a hand up and wrapping it tightly around the skinny girl’s delicate neck. Squeeze. Melina’s expression becomes distraught and panicked, her hands reaching up to grasp at mine. She coughs, voluptuous lips parting into an astonished gape. I lean in and kiss her sarcastically on the cheek while my free hand goes down between her legs. I kiss my way to her ear. She smells delicious, a subtle girly fruity scent. My fingers invade her little slit down below, digging harshly into a hole that’s neither wet nor willing enough. She lets out an unattractive croak, fingers prying weakly at a much stronger hand choking her soft throat, spittle dripping down her chin. I work a finger up inside her cunt, the insides seemingly sticky and moist at all times even when she’s not aroused. I twist a few times and then pluck the finger back out, raising it to my mouth and letting her hear me suck on it loudly right next to her ear. She has a strong musty flavor that sends a shiver of excitement through me, my cock prodding against her thigh. Madison is still underneath, lapping away at Melina’s asshole the entire time.

Then I release my grip suddenly, letting Melina gasp and wheeze for breath again. She seems to have gotten my point. She’s mine. They all are. The games aren’t fair. I’m not just another participant like the rest of them. If they misbehave, they have more than the Announcer to contend with. And at any moment, I can take things much further than the base rules of the games. I already have.

Melina regains her breath and slowly composes herself. Her expression gets serious, determined, and she begins humping her hips front to back, really rubbing and wiping her ass on the face under her. Madison sputters and groans, her whole body straining against her tight leather straps.

I continue to explore Melina’s body, softly kissing my way down her neck, her defined collarbone. She allows it. She has to. She stands sandwiched between a girl from her school licking her ass crack on the counter behind her and a boy from her school unabashedly molesting her from the front.

My hand squeezes a perky little tit, my mouth engulfing the big areola of the other. I bite and suck roughly, my eyes glancing up to see Melina’s reaction. She bites her lower lip trying to contain her absolute displeasure but doesn’t protest no matter what I do. So I do more, just to really hammer the point home — that I can use her however I want, and no one will stop me.

I taste my way down the underside of a small breast, down Melina’s ribs and belly. Then I kneel and shove my face between her legs without a thought for permission. I find Madison underneath, head peeking out from her position under the ass. The number ‘4’ labeled in marker on her forehead now smeared and illegible. I plant a kiss of greeting on her head and then join in on the feast, diving into Melina’s pussy mouth-first.

I inhale her strong natural scent, her flavor filling my mouth as I dig my tongue up into the tight hole. My fingers caress her warm inner thighs then spread her tiny labia apart to allow me to see more of her pink insides. Her pudenda a slightly darker color than the rest of her, with just a bit of bumpy imperfections from shaving. But these minor flaws only make Melina more appealing, grounding her otherwise model-like appearance. I suck and finger to my heart’s content. None of this is for her enjoyment, only for mine. To satisfy my sick curiosity. And just to show her that I can.

But before I know it, the 8-bit ding! goes off and the Announcer speaks again, “Task 4 of 4: Female 4 must perform fellatio on the male. Begin.”

The countdown beeps, and my heart races. Without a second thought for the Mexican girl, I shove Melina away and stand with cock in hand. God, I’ve been dying to shove it in something.

A string of precum drips from my tip as I aim. Madison lies bound on her back on the counter before me, head hanging off the edge, face a wreck, panting heavily after all the pussy and ass smothering her for so long. I grab her chin, pry her open hard, and shove inside without hesitation. A groaning sigh escapes me as I finally feel warmth and wetness wrapped around my raging cock.

The petite girl does her best not to puke, but she heaves and coughs repeatedly, completely unaccustomed to having a penis shoved into her goody-goody Christian mouth. I start pumping freely, not concerned with the schoolgirl’s well-being in the least. She gags, sending mucusy saliva splattering at my groin. I reach down and choke her little throat, the grip giving me great leverage to drive in and out.

When she seems ready to vomit, I pull out and let her recover, casually stroking my dick and smothering her mouth and nose with my ball sack while I wait. Then as soon as she gathers herself, I plunge right back in. This repeats several times more, holding her throat, pummeling, pulling out to stroke and wait. I can’t go very deep for fear of making her hurl.

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