Turboslut SciTwi 03

 

One day, I'd go online and order a "micro mini bikini" if only for the purpose of taking my sluttery to the next level. I'd click "Order Now" button on a whim, not paying attention to the styling options. Imagine the look I'd have on my face after opening the package, pulling out the stringy garment, and realize that the bottom has a gaping cutout where the gusset should be. I'd fee the tingling sensation rush to my crotch, but also grunt in disappointment. This isn't what I'd ordered! It'd be just too slutty for wearing around school. There would be nothing down *there* to keep my sopping went cunt from dripping all over my inner thighs, and every would see me...

 

So naturally, I'd be sliding them on the next morning. The bottom would feel strange, an odd mix of familiar g-string running up my butt and the gaping nothingness around my slit. The top wouldn't be any better. It'd be nothing but straps with triangle pieces barely larger than credit cards covering my nipples.

 

At this point, I'd panic a little bit. Maybe this was a bad idea. I would've left my panty-check boyshorts in my locker at CHS, so I'd have to make the bus trip and walk down the hallway with my snatch entirely uncovered. I'd be bent over the closet, my heart pounding, my hands shaking with adrenaline, trying to find a skirt at least somewhat modest to wear to school. God, what a rush that would be, realizing that all of my "normal" length skirts are in the laundry basket. I'd shudder with mild arousal as I pull on my old Crystal Prep skirt, feeling the hem brush against my exposed folds. I'd struggle to keep my hands steady as I button up my shirt, feeling the cool fabric brushing against the micro mini swim top.

 

As I stand waiting for the bus, the direness of my situation would become more clear. I'd brush down the back of my skirt to make sure that it hadn't flipped upward in the wind, only to realize that it's actually short enough to show plenty of underass. I'd desperately tug down at the hem of the skirt, trying to cover myself at least somewhat.

 

The bus ride would be torturous. At first I'd try to sit, but the soft felt fabric on the seat would stroke my bare clit, making me moan involuntarily in front of everyone. All eyes would be fixated on me, and the arousal would just get worse. Every little bump on the road would send jolts of sensual lightning up and down my spine. God, I want to feel the blushing embarrassment of having everyone stare at me, getting rubbed raw by the bus.

 

Someone would walk up to me and ask me if I'm okay, and I'd blurt out a nonsensical moan and nod furiously. My face would be beet red as I shyly duck away from that person, leaving a trail of fluids like a string of saliva between two lovers breaking their kiss. I'd bury myself in the crowded bus, running away from my shame, and away from the stranger. The stranger would follow me, and grab me by the wrist. The dry callouses would feel arousingly familiar, and I'd find myself wanting those strong hands all over me.

 

He'd squeeze through the crowd, and soon I'd find myself being groped all over by him from behind. I want to feel the scratchy palm stroking my face and slipping a finger into my mouth. I want to taste the slight leathery taste of skin as I lick it sensually, mimicking sucking his cock. I'd hear him grunt into my hair, and feel his other hand venture downward. I want to feel myself moving in autopilot, guiding his hand down and up into my skirt. I want to feel him slipping his fingers into my waiting folds.

 

I want to moan and buck into his groping hand, recognizing the contours of his fingers in my cunt. I remember these fingers. He's fingered me before.

 

I'd close my lips around his intruding finger, continuing the sucking motion. His other powerful hand would be going from mere fingering to straight up fingerbanging. I want to feel his strong hands drive his fingers in me, almost lifting me by the snatch and forcing me on my tiptoes. I'd moan into his other finger, almost losing control of my tongue as he continues his rough assault on my cunt.

 

Within seconds, I'd cum violently, right there on the bus. He'd slap his giant hand across my mouth as he keeps pumping his fingers into my quivering pussy, sending shockwaves into my brain. I want to hear my moan and squeal muffled into nothingness as my limbs shudder out of control. I want to hear the splashes of my culmination dripping down on the floor. I want to feel the hot mess splashing and dripping down my thighs.

 

There would be some remorse, of course. I would've been fingered and groped countless times on the bus, but it'd be my very first time orgasming in the act. I'd regret not picking out a more bridal-looking underwear for the occasion, as it's the personal slut tradition of mine to perform sluttery first-times in white lacy undergarments and a garter around my thigh.

 

Oh well. Being a turboslut means not getting everything I want all the time.

 

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pt2

 

Just a few moments later, I'd be hopping out at the CHS bus stop. My knees would still be wobbly from having came mere seconds ago, and I wouldn't have the strength to watch my step out of the bus. I'd unceremoniously stumble out, nearly collapse on the ground, and bend over catching my breath. My skirt would be hiked up and still unadjusted, and I'd be flashing everyone on the bus who happened to be looking in my direction.

 

Normally, it'd be a source of arousal for me. But not while wearing those crotchless micro bikini. I'd shakily prop myself up, readjust my skirt, and brush the hem down. The skirt would extend only down to my knuckles, and I'd have to be extra careful on the stairs in front of the school. I didn't have much time, and I'd have to get to my locker quickly to put on my panty-check boyshorts before getting called in to Celestia's office.

 

I'd blush heavily as boys and girls gather around behind me. It'd be a familiar morning ritual. Students *love* watching me go up the stairs, hoping for an upskirt shot or lewd pantylines if I happen to be wearing super thin leggings. I'd gulp, wondering how they'd react to my choice of "underwear" for the day.

 

I'd run my hands down the back of my skirt, feeling the cheeky flesh of my underass peeking out from below the hem. I'd take a deep breath and begin my journey up, feeling a light breeze pick up the hem of my skirt. There would be gasps, someone muttering "oh my gosh," and more than a few feminine moans of approval. I can't even begin to imagine how flushed my face would be, god I'd love to feel it in person. I want to feel the lingering gazes scanning me. I want to hear the audible reactions to the sight of my bare cunt. I want to hear a few snaps of phones taking pictures. The thought of seeing my pussy posted all over social media would make me moist all over again.

 

By the time I make it to the hallway, my inner thighs would be glistening with my fluids again.

 

I'd hurry over to my locker with my back held rigid, trying not to bend over. I'd be punished severely if Celestia happened to walk around and see the state of my underwear. I'd have a flashback to that time I got spanked the first time by the principals at the office, and I'd wince. The butterflies would be going wild in my tummy, and I'd be unsure whether I wanted to run to my locker or barge into Celestia's office and flash my crotchless micro mini at her, begging to be punished.

 

A boy walking behind me would get uncomfortably close to me, and I'd hear him taking a slight whiff. My face would burn like cinders as I hear him whisper "nice, she's fucking wet again" and walk past me. I want to feel the wracking nervousness of being suddenly aware of how close everyone were, and how they might smell my arousal. I'd desperately want to walk faster, but my knees would be too wobbly, and the constant fear of letting someone see my uncovered folds would slow my steps to a crawl.

 

Suddenly, a sharp pain would rock my butt, and I'd yelp. Twirling around, I'd see Luna standing there, frowning at me. She'd demand that I see her at her office immediately, and drag me with her by my wrist. I'd stumble in my weakened state, and feel the hem of my skirt bounce up and down. I'd bite my lower lip and let out an unintelligible moaning sound. I wouldn't know what to think. Being rough handled by that older woman still in her prime, being forced to flash myself to everyone in the hallway, feeling all those creepy stares... It'd be almost too much for me to handle.

 

Once in her office, Luna would order me to lift my skirt up. I'd comply, avoiding eye contact. My heart would be pounding by now, thinking of all the ways Luna could punish me for violating the sluttery rules.

 

She'd order me to unbutton my blouse, and I'd blink in confusion. She'd roll her eyes, pull me closer, and do it herself. I'd watch stunned as her nimble fingers unbutton me bare in short order.

 

She'd pull my blouse open and stare at my micro mini top. My erect nipples would be clearly visible through the tiny triangle fabric pieces. I'd scream in pain and arousal as Luna pinches them hard. She'd ask me if I let strangers finger me on the bus. I'd stutter out a yes, and she'd put on a lewd grin. She'd tell me that she'd heard rumors, but had to hear it from me. I'd blush as she orders me to spill the details, and I'd narrate everything with a shaky voice. From how I almost came rubbing against the seat, and how I got fingered by a familiar set of fingers, and how I came for the first time all over the floor.

 

She'd then ask me to demonstrate on her how the stranger held me. I'd nervously turn around, back up against Luna's body, and nervously guide her hands to my face and down to my crotch. Suddenly, she'd stick her face in the nape of my neck, and inhale deeply. I'd yelp in surprise as she covered my mouth with one hand, and creep her other hand towards my snatch.

 

I'd feel Luna's slender fingers penetrate into my folds. I want to hear my muffled moans as she expertly writhes her fingers in and around my pussy. I want to throw my head back and let out a bestial groan and feel Luna stick her fingers in my mouth. She'd order me to suck on her fingers like I did with the strangers, and I'd comply. She'd let out a grunt and bend me over, undoing her belt in a surprisingly masculine stance. I want to feel her moistened fingers slip out of my mouth and down into her own panties. I want to feel her hunched over me from behind, driving my pelvis into hers like the stranger had done, and feel her other wrist sandwiched inbetween my buttcheeks. I want to feel her wrist muscles writhe against my butt as she furiously fingers herself, driving me up to my tiptoes with her other hand pressed against my pussy. I want to reach behind me and cling to her neck, feeling her ragged breaths blowing against my hair.

 

After a couple of minutes, I'd be nearing my second climax of the day. I'd lose all control of my voice then, screaming incoherent words. Luna would stop to peel her panties off, crumple it, and shove it in my mouth to gag me. I'd be forced to breathe through my nose, and the scent of vice principal's fluids would turn my brain to mush.

 

At last, the climax would come in a wrecking wave. I'd lose all control over my body. I want to feel my knees trying to collide together, only to miss repeatedly. I want to feel my breasts squeezed by my elbows as my arms push themselves in towards my body. I want to hear the muffled groans and cries, unsure whether they're mine or Luna's. I want to feel the scratchy carpet of Luna's office on my butt, realizing that we had collapsed together as we came in unison. I want to look down and stare at my ribcage rising up and down in heaving breaths. My clothes would be soaked through with sweat and other fluids.

 

After a minute or two of rest, Luna would kiss me on the nose, telling me that I did well. She'd fish out the saliva-soaked panties out of my mouth, and toss it on my chest. She'd tell me to wear it to the panty inspection later today. She'd chuckle about how it'd catch Celestia completely off guard, and how it'd be the best prank she'd done in years.

 

She'd help me up, straighten out my skirt, then slide my bottomless micro mini down my legs. She'd wink and tell me that she'll keep them safe for me, and I'd giggle in post-coital bliss as I watch her slowly slide my micro mini up her legs and put them on. She'd then slide her saliva-soaked panties up my legs.

 

Despite having had a mind-shattering orgasm mere minutes ago, I'd feel myself aroused anew by the idea of swapping panties with Luna for a day. I'd walk out of Luna's office on wobbly legs, and smiling like an idiot. I'd feel a dampness build up down there yet again. The turboslut in me would still thirst for more.

 

 

 

 

 

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Hey slut, how many times did that gentleman finger you on the bus before? What kind of panties were you wearing the last time he did? Did all the losers and nerd boys in CHS get to see how moist they were when you walked the hallway in the morning?

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Oh gosh, I'd be unable to recall. Getting people to finger me, or at least giving me a good slap in the ass when I get off the bus would've become a commuting ritual of sorts for me. But I'd definitely recognize those thick knuckles thrusting in and out of my pussy anywhere. And that gentleman has a unique way of squeezing my clit in his palm that nobody else does and it drives me wild.

 

Oh, I'd wearing pic related that day, a sheer leotard with a plunging V on the front. Sunset would've wanted to do a boudoir shoot for the yearbook and tell the girls "put on what you'd wear on your first wedding anniversary night" to school. I'd have to skimp out on wearing a bra because it would've shown through on the back.

 

As for covering myself up... I'd be wearing a long maxi skirt with super high side slits, 3 inch heels, and maybe a sheer cardigan. All in black, dressed like a whore on a Saturday night, ready to be dicked down all night long.

 

God, if only that was the only thing that they got to see. It'd be almost impossible to hide the wetness in that skirt I'd be wearing. Just a slight breeze to the side, and everyone would be seeing the moist fabric tightly hugging every contours of my labia.

 

 

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See pic. Luna would be still much younger than her sister, and more petite too. It'd be a size up from what I'm used to, but it wouldn't be too large. She'd be more "hip" with what young adults are wearing nowadays and would definitely try to keep up with the fashion trends, down to her choice of underwear.

And yes, she would've been still wearing it at least down on her thighs when she decided to gag me with her panties. I would've tasted her fluids on them and smelled her scent.