A is for App
by Pan
Chapter 6
Jenny was standing in front of him, an unusual mix of awkward, confident, and—thanks to his commands— cheerful. They were in the second-floor music room; she’d let him in, and then—at his instruction— locked the door behind them.
“Answer me honestly,” Finn ordered, and Jenn nodded obediently. “Before today, what did you think of me?”
“Umm… ”
If it wasn’t for the fact that she was bound to tell the truth, Finn would’ve guessed she was stalling for time to come up with a lie. As the curvaceous girl in front of him bit her lip, he realized she must have just been assembling her thoughts.
It was, he supposed, a question without an obvious response.
“I thought you were a nice guy,” she finally answered.
“That’s it?”
“Yeah,” she said with a shrug. “Oh— and good at geography.”
Finn wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting; an ission to a long-held crush, perhaps, or even something more explicit. He’d jerked off countless times thinking about his busty classmate, and it would’ve been nice to hear that she’d done the same to him.
Of course, he could change that…
“You think I’m hot,” he ordered. His phone buzzed, and Jenny’s blush returned. “You think I’m the sexiest guy in school.”
Buzz. Blush.
“What bra size are you?” Finn asked, turning his attention down to Jenny’s ample chest.
“D c-cup,” she stammered softly.
“And what do you think about your boobs?”
“They’re big,” she said, blushing again. “Too big.”
Finn raised one ginger eyebrow. “Too big?”
“Yeah,” Jenny mumbled. “They’re gross. Big, sweaty, saggy breasts.”
Again, if Finn hadn’t directly ordered her to tell the truth, he’d have thought she was bullshitting him. “What do you mean too big? There’s no such thing as boobs that are too big.“
“Yeah, there are,” Jenny muttered, her grin gone. “Mine are.”
“Prove it,” Finn scoffed, his derision quickly turning to excitement as his phone buzzed and his busty classmate began removing her top.
With a deep breath, Jenny began removing her sweater, staring at the ground as she pulled it off over her head. Beneath it, she was wearing a white tank top; Finn could see her flesh-colored bra beneath it. He watched as she shifted the straps out of the way, and her tank top pooled around her waist.
“And the bra,” he ordered breathlessly, and Jenny’s blush returned as she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra.
Her large, pale breasts spilled free, wobbling slightly under their weight. Her nipples were already hardened into peaks, and Finn couldn’t help but stare at them as she dropped her bra onto the floor.
“They sag,” she said. “They’re gross.”
“No, they’re not,” Finn said, reaching forward to cup one of Jenny’s breasts in his hands. The girl blanched, so he ordered her to let him touch her.
“Enjoy this,” he added, and his classmate’s face turned bright red as he squeezed her breast, eliciting a soft moan from the girl’s mouth.
“T-that… that feels good,” she moaned.
“Let me suck on them,” Finn commanded hoarsely. Every step of the way, he expected her to fight back, for his phone to tell him he wasn’t allowed to… but she nodded, and the phone buzzed in his pocket.
Would his mother let him do this if he asked? Not that he’d ask, of course. It was… he was just… it was nothing but curiosity. Wondering how the app worked.
Wondering what the exact parameters of Level Two were.
Finn happily forced his attention from his mother’s tiny tits to the huge pair in front of him. “Enjoy this,” he commanded, and Jenny nodded once more as he pressed his lips to her left nipple.
“Oh god, yes!” Jenny moaned, and Finn smiled. A few minutes ago, he’d never so much as seen a pair of tits in real life—now he was sucking on them, the topless girl in front of him was squirming with pleasure.
Jenny wrapped her arms around his neck as he moved his mouth to her right tit, groaning and gasping at the feeling of his tongue on her engorged nub. Finn felt a thrill of arousal run through him as he sucked, imagining his classmates walking past this room, no idea of what was going on inside.
“I wanna fuck your tits,” Finn said, and Jenny’s face turned bright red. “Let me fuck your tits.”
His phone buzzed. “N-no—” Jenny stammered, her voice breaking. “You… you can’t… ”
Finn didn’t even have to check his phone to know what the message would be. So there was a limit to how far he could go with his classmate.
Not that he was complaining. This was more than he’d ever dreamed he’d be able to do. And the more he kept ing classes, the further he could go…
A glance at his phone told him that he’d been right about the message, but— more importantly—that he still had half an hour with Jenny before his time ran out. Lunch would be over before then, but that would give them time to get dressed again… and perhaps he could even adjust her outfit a little.
At least twenty-five minutes of, at the bare minimum, sucking on his classmate’s huge tits.
He moved his mouth back to Jenny’s breasts, enjoying the taste of her skin as he started licking and kissing her nipples once more. His hands moved up, squeezing and groping the large breasts as his mouth went to work.
“Oh my god!” Jenny cried out, her whole body shaking as Finn began lightly using his teeth on her hard nipples. She was squirming and writhing with pleasure, but Finn held her close, keeping his mouth firmly attached to her breast.
“Is that good?” he asked, and Jenny nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “How does it feel?”
“God, yes,” Jenny gasped. Finn smiled—she hadn’t even noticed that she had failed to answer his question.
“Good,” Finn said, moving his mouth to her other nipple. “This room is soundproof, right?”
“Partially,” she groaned, and Finn grinned.
“So be as loud as you like.”
“Oh god,” she wailed as he bit down on her nipple again.
“Listen to yourself,” Finn said, pulling his mouth back and squeezing her breasts like stress balls. “You’re moaning like a slut.”
“God,” she exhaled again, and Finn gave her a look.
“Do you touch yourself?” he asked, and the question snapped her out of her daze.
“N-no,” she answered, her voice low.
“Never?”
“Never,” Jenny said, her blush returning. “I don’t… well… I don’t want to… ”
“You don’t want to?“
“No,” she said again, quieter than before. “I don’t want to be a slut.”
Finn stared at the girl, his eyes narrowed. There was more going on here than met the eye… but he only had twenty-ish minutes, and he didn’t want to waste any of it.
“Today you’re going to be a slut for me,” he ordered. His phone buzzed, but Jenny didn’t argue back.
“I’m going to be a slut for you,” she echoed, a hint of lust in her voice.
“You’re going to touch yourself for me.”
“I-I’m going to touch myself for you,” Jenny said, either not noticing or not caring about the buzz that came from Finn’s pocket as she spoke.
“I want to watch,” he said. His phone didn’t buzz, but—as if in a daze— Jenny still repeated his words back to him.
“You… you want to watch.”
He nodded, and Jenny’s face went red once more as she unbuttoned her jeans, slowly sliding them down her thighs. Finn watched as she kicked off her shoes, then pushed her jeans down her legs, revealing a pair of grey panties with a wet patch at the front.
His cock was already hard from sucking on her huge tits, but it throbbed in his pants as he watched her strip. Jenny bent over, her hands fumbling to push her jeans completely off.
“Take those off,” Finn said, and Jenny blushed as she stood up straight again. He was so turned on by the sight of her that he felt like he could cum in his pants.
The phone buzzed, and Jenny hooked her thumbs into her panties, yanking the fabric down over her hips and allowing them to fall to the ground. Between her legs was a thatch of dark bush, and Finn couldn’t suppress a groan.
“You’re so sexy,” he groaned, and Jenny trembled at his words. “Fuck!”
“T-thank you,” she said, as though not sure how else to respond.
“Do you want me to kiss you?”
“Y-yes,” she replied, and it wasn’t until his lips were pressed against hers that Finn realized his phone hadn’t buzzed at that. It hadn’t been an order; she truly wanted to.
Finn kissed her hungrily, letting his tongue slip between her lips. Jenny moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and Finn couldn’t resist running a hand up the back of her thigh, stopping before he reached her firm ass.
The teenagers made out for several minutes—him fully clothed, her buck-naked—running their hands all over each other and mashing their tongues together. Jenny never stopped moaning, especially when he reached up and began playing with her tits as they kissed.
Then, Finn forced himself to pull away. “Touch yourself,” he said, his voice a low growl. The phone buzzed in his pocket, and Jenny obeyed, sitting on the bench by the side of the room, slowly spreading her legs.
She was clearly nervous, but he could see the lust building in her eyes—the same lust that had long been burning in his own.
“Are you wet?” he asked, and Jenny nodded.
“Yes,” she said hoarsely. “I’m… I’m a slut for you.”
Finn couldn’t help himself and let out a loud groan at her words.
He found himself holding his breath as he watched his classmate begin rubbing her pussy—watching her spread her legs wide open as she touched herself.
“You’ve never done this before?” he asked, and she shook her head. “Do you like it?”
“Uh-huh,” she breathed, and Finn felt his cock twitch inside his pants
“Do you like it?”
“Yes… oh god, yes!” she cried out.
Finn had lusted after Jenny for years, but the sight in front of him—the busty girl naked, her knees apart and her fingers stroking her pussy—was so much hotter than he had ever imagined. He felt like his blood was boiling with desire as he watched her lick her lips, another moan escaping her throat as she slid her middle finger into the tight hole between her legs.
“Does it feel good?” Finn asked, and she nodded, her eyes closed tightly.
“So good,” she panted. “It feels… it feels so good.”
Finn’s eyes traveled up and down his classmate’s body as she touched herself, feasting on the sight. Her tits were bouncing slightly, begging to be squeezed and fondled, and he could smell the musky odor of her wet pussy.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, and Jenny’s eyes shot open, locking onto his. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“I’m s-so horny,” she gasped. “I’m such a slut. I’m a slut for you.”
“You’re a slut for me,” he repeated; had he ordered her to be turned on by that idea, or was she doing that herself? “You’re my slut.”
“I’m your slut,” Jenny repeated, moaning softly as she slipped another finger deep inside her sex. “I’m a slut for you.”
Finn’s mind was spinning. This wasn’t what he’d expected when he’d come to school that day, but he was loving every moment. “You like being my slut?”
“Yes—god yes!” she moaned. “I like being your slut. I like being your plaything.”
“You’re my plaything,” he ordered, and his phone buzzed. Jenny closed her eyes, and her hips started bucking.
“I’m your plaything,” she chanted, her voice rising in pitch as she continued fingering herself. “I’m your plaything! Oh god, I’m… I’m… ”
Her voice rose higher, and Finn couldn’t help himself. He strode towards her and began crudely groping at her tits.
“Oh god!” she cried, her voice breaking as he pinched her large nipples. “Oh yes, oh god yes! Play with me!“
As Finn groped her chest, squeezing and massaging her tits, Jenny’s hips began to buck and shake.
“Oh god!” she cried out. Her thighs were trembling, and Finn leaned forward to clamp his mouth down onto her huge, waiting nipple.
“I’m your slut,” she whispered. “I’m your plaything. I’m… I’m… ”
Her words trailed off, and she threw her head back, screaming out in pleasure. Finn pulled back, watching in awe. He’d made his classmate cum. He’d made the hottest girl in school strip naked and then touch herself to her first orgasm, crying out about being his plaything.
He released her tits, and she collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.
“That was so hot,” he said, and even in her post-orgasmic haze, Jenny nodded.
“Uh-huh,” she said, her voice thick with lust. “That was… that was hot.”
Finn glanced at his phone. He still had almost ten minutes left; plenty of time to get Jenny dressed and out of the music room before the next class started.
He stared at her for a moment, enjoying the sight of her naked form lying on the carpet, panting with desire. Her tits were mashed against the floor, her legs spread wide open, and he couldn’t help but run his hands over her soft skin.
“We should get—” Finn began, but was interrupted by the sound of the door unlocking and swinging open.
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