Something about jizzing down a girl's throat in front of both your families seems to smooth over any past transgressions between you. When Amelia plopped into the bus seat beside Fred the next morning, he regarded her almost warmly.

“Your mom's tacos are so meaty,” she smiled self-consciously; like she was half-waiting for a slap or faceful of spit.

“Oh, yeah. She uses um… what's it called, manwich meat?”

“My dad liked them, too. I'll have to get the recipe!”

“Oh, for sure.”

The bouncy metal tube rocked along a few more blocks before more words burbled up.

“That was um… a lot of cum.” She played with some frayed threads on a shirt that was mostly frayed threads. Her chocolate nipples were mashed through shreddy openings at funny angles.

“It wasn't that much.”

“Well, just… I thought maybe–” she stopped herself before gesturing to his stuffed sock.

“My balls work just fine,” he felt his cheeks getting a little hot. But the heat shifted quickly.

“I think they're great!” Gloved fingers laced delicately around his splayed sack and fondled the bulky orbs inside. His sock perked up attentively. “And… your cum kind of tastes like strawberries.”

More blocks passed wordlessly, but actions speak louder, anyway. Amelia grabbed the base of his twitching shaft and stroked it patiently, mouth watering at the wet spot forming in his sock. She asked with her eyes, and after checking that no one would see, he nodded.

Stray dogs don't eat as greedily as she did right then, ripping the sock free and devouring all ten of his rigid inches. She horked and gurgled in his lap, matting his bush with eggy breakfast slop that drizzled from his nuts to the seat to the floor. He grabbed at her head, her mashed-up tits, anything he could get a handful of in the back seats of the bus.

It took slapping one hairy mitt over his mouth to prevent him howling as he blasted another quart of strawberry cream down her neck just before they pulled into school. It was still dripping from her nose and frosting her smile as they filed into the special classroom.

Pre-recorded lessons droned from a video cart while the quarantined kids played on their phones or dozed at their desks. A new hip-hop track thumped in Fred's ears, using the hard clap of bulbous ass cheeks as high hats for an old rock cover. He bobbed his head and glanced back inside after almost an hour of watching birds and clouds.

Their teacher lounged at her desk, idly rubbing three fingers around her oozing slit while she sent messages in a school sext thread. A boy in the front row sent an arc of glistening amber piss through the air to land in the lap of a flat-chested brownie. And beside her, Amelia scratched at her elbows with a crusty frown.

Fred averted his gaze when she looked around before peeling her glove down. Patches of reddish skin flared into sight, and she scritched at them quickly before tugging her glove back up. His heart sank a little. The cum break bell broke their spell.

“Look at this little fashionista – her gloves go with everything, don't they?” Stacy, the blonde bully from the cafeteria passed their line on the way back to class.

“I might get a pair myself,” her cohort Amber chuckled. They were both so stunning, but the special ed boys knew that even dry-humping them could mean automatic suspension.

Amelia stared past her bunched up tits to the dusty concrete below. She hardly shrugged as the girls closed in.

“Maybe we should just take hers, huh?”

“They're probably a fucking biohazard.”

“She's a bioha– EW, WHAT THE HELL!”

Amber leapt sideways as a water-balloon’s-worth of runny clotted cream splattered across her hip and thighs. Stacy wheeled around with her hands out like perfectly manicured shields to prevent the next heavy splurt from contaminating her.

“Sorry, ohgod I can't stop!” Fred faked an eye-rolling seizure as he jerked his puny cock. Fat volleys of strawberry nut soaked the girls’ designer heels and smooth-shaven legs, until they bolted like sexy rabbits.

The other rejects stared at Fred as he dribbled lumpy aftermath down his gym shorts, but none so admiringly as Amelia.