Jazmin blushed deeply, looking down to the massive tent in her leggings, then over to Salim by the stairs, still on the phone. "Oh, God... what am I gonna do?" She whispered to herself, putting her hands over her cock. But the scene kept playing through her head. Walking through the hall, then feeling a pair of hands shooting into her leggings, grabbing her panties, and yanking up so high she gets lifted off her feet.
Jazmin whimpered under her breath, knowing her cock wasn't going to get soft anytime soon. She was trying to think of a plan when Salim's conversation finally set her off. "Well, how about we just give that nerd a wedgie and... throw her into a trash can?" Jazmin couldn't help but imagine it. A first-person view of her being lifted off the ground from behind, walked over to a trashcan and dumped in, her face getting buried inside.
Jazmin gasped as she felt her cock throb momentarily, and then her balls tensed up. Before she could do anything, she felt herself begin to unload into her tight panties, spurt after spurt of thick cum seeping into the bright fabric, and into her leggings as well. What little jizz wasn't seeping directly through the fabric was dribbling down the length of her cock and pooling on her balls. Jazmin began to panic as she heard Salim begin to wrap the conversation up.
"Okay, well, I'm sure it'll be fine. School starts in a week, and if she doesn't improve by then, we'll just hang her from the flagpole and get her off the team, right?" Jazmin whined, shaking her head to keep that scenario out of her mind. Her hands instinctively pushed down on her hard-on, which only served to make the cum-stain deeper, slicking her hands with her own jizz as she did. "Oh my God..." she muttered to herself, looking down at her lap, her face turning a deep shade of red. "This cannot be happening to me... with a freshman in the room..."
Jazmin looked around for something to cover her lap with, clenching her teeth as she saw a pillow on the other side of the couch. She took one look back at Salim, then back to the pillow. With her cock so achingly hard, Jazmin's bright rainbow panties were definitely noticeable through the straining fabric of the leggings - especially from the rear view. She quickly stood, going for the pillow to at least cover her lap with.
But as she stood, Jazmin's foot tripped on something. She fell face-first into the seat of the couch, leaving her bent at the waist, big booty high in the air. But the real issue was what happened next. Jazmin's already-stretched leggings could hardly take any more stretching, and when she fell over, a loud RRRRRRIIIPP echoed throughout the room as her leggings split open, revealing her plump booty in her tight rainbow undies.
Jazmin was paralyzed for a moment, unable to fully process what had just happened. Then, she heard the unmistakable sound of a camera shutter behind her, jolting her back to reality. Without thinking, she stood up and turned around, at which point Salim took another picture. Jazmin gasped, her eyes going wide as her hands quickly darted down to her bulge, trying (and miserably failing) to cover the sizable tent and noticeable wet spot on her crotch.
Salim was silent for a moment, one hand over her mouth in surprise, the other holding her phone. She took a few more pictures before slowly pushing her phone into her jeans to free up her hand to point at Jazmin and begin howling with laughter. "You!" She wheezed out, getting red in the face from her own giggles. "You- you- you're wearing!" Salim doubled over, her finger still pointing at Jazmin, who was blushing even redder at this point, wishing to herself that her dick would soften at least.
"Wow, those undies are so cute!" Salim teased, finally catching her breath, wiping tears from her eyes. "Cute little rainbow undies on big bad Jazmin, that'a a surprise!" Jazmin clenched her jaw for a moment before trying to regain her authority: "Listen, Salim, I don't care what happens. I'm still older than you, you're still a freshman, I'm still the top bully at school, and I'm still your babysitter. So-" "Uh uh uh," Salim smirked, shaking her finger at Jazmin. "No, you listen to me, Jazmin. Because I just took some very fun pictures. Pictures of your fat booty that ripped your leggings. Pictures of those adorable rainbow undies hugging that fat booty. And pictures of you with a huge cum-stain in your pants - which we will get to in a little bit. And then I sent those pictures to my own e-mail. And everyone at school is gonna get those pictures if we have any trouble! And everyone at my old school, too, just for fun. So now, you're gonna listen to me, okay, babysitter?"
Jazmin licked her teeth, blushing profusely as she failed to find a comeback. Salim smirked, walking slowly up to Jazmin, who hadn't moved her hands from the head of her dick. "God, I can't believe I respected you a few minutes ago!" Salim teased, giving Jazmin's forehead a flick, causing the senior girl to flinch and groan. "Turn around." Jazmin opened her mouth to protest: "Salim, I-" "Buh buh buh! Turn around, sissy." Jazmin blushed deeply, slowly turning herself around, once again exposing her panty-clad bottom to the freshman girl.
"Wow! Look at how much junk is in your trunk!" Salim teased, her hands playfully slapping Jazmin's big tushy, causing it to shake and wobble around. "You have a seriously jiggly booty, don't you?" Jazmin just rolled her eyes, electing not to respond to the teasing of the younger, smaller girl. "Hey, loser! Answer me!" Salim ordered, giving Jazmin a good hard spank, causing the Latina's hips to push forward, which subsequently pushed her dick further into her hands. "Ah! Okay, fine, sure, whatever..."
Salim smiled, her small hands digging in to Jazmin's plump rear end and shaking it around. "No, that's not good enough! I want to hear you admit it!" Jazmin hung her head a bit, sighing. "Okay... I have a seriously jiggly booty. There, are you happy?" Jazmin's tone was indignant and impatient, but her dick throbbing in her hands was a dead giveaway to how she really felt about the situation. That, of course, didn't help how mortifying it all was for her.
"Mmm, not quite," Salim smirked, slowly taking her belt off. There was a pause for a moment, then a loud THWAP as Salim slapped the belt across Jazmin's exposed tush. "Say it again, loser!" "Owie! I have a seriously jiggly booty!" Jazmin groaned. THWAP "I have a seriously jiggly booty!" THWAP "Ouch! I have a seriously jiggly booty!" THWAP THWAP "Ow-how-howww-uh! I have a SERIOUSLY jiggly booty!" Jazmin whined. She wasn't helped by the fact that her bubble butt was wobbling around wildly for a few seconds after each swat from the belt.
"I'm glad we agree on that!" Salim teased, putting her belt back on. "Now... about these cute panties," Salim's hand glided over Jazmin's wide bottom, picking the panties out of their naturally-wedgied position. "I can see why you'd want to hide these. I mean, they are ridiculously humiliating," Salim smirked, lightly tugging up on the waistband of the rainbow panties, slowly pulling them into Jazmin's fat ass. "But why would you even WEAR these? I mean they're so cutesie, so girly, so dorky and wimpy!" Jazmin groaned, rolling her eyes as she felt her dick throb in response to the insults.
Salim smiled, once again picking Jazmin's wedgie. "But then there's the real mystery. Why did Jazmin Murray, top bully, just jizz herself on my couch? Turn around for me." Jazmin slowly turned back around, her hands still wrapped around the wet spot on her crotch. "I mean, it's pretty obvious you're a loser, based on, well..." Salim simply motioned up and down Jazmin's body. "Why are you even trying to hide it? Just say it! Admit you came in your cute rainbow undies."
Jazmin rolled her eyes, avoiding eye contact with Salim. "Say it, loser! This week can go the easy way, or the hard way. You get to choose." Jazmin sighed, closing her eyes tight. "I... came in my cute rainbow undies..." she groaned, cringing as the words came out of her mouth, and flinching as Salim loudly laughed in her face. "Good! We're on the same page!" Salim smiled. "Now, put your hands on your head for me."
Jazmin froze for a moment, her eyes going wide. "I... uhm.. Salim, I-" "Spit it out, wimp!" "I... I have cum on my hands... I don't want to put them in my hair..." "Awww, okay," Salim said patronizingly, "well, don't worry, Jazmin. We can clean your hands up real quick." "Really? Thanks Sal-IIMM!" Jazmin shrieked as the younger girl grabbed her wrists, raising her hands up and slapping Jazmin in the face with her own hands, consequently slapping Jazmin's cum on her own face.
"Ah! Salim, cut it out!" Jazmin whined, closing her eyes as her mean features were assaulted by her own hands. "What's the matter, tough girl? Is a freshman picking on you?" Salim teased, slapping Jazmin's hands against her own cheeks over and over, causing the older girl to blush an even deeper red. "Stop hitting yourself, loser! Huh? Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself!" Salim giggled.
As much as Jazmin hated to admit it, she was somehow powerless to stop Salim's bullying, failing over and over to stop her own hands from slapping her face, slathering her cheeks, nose, and even mouth with her own cum. "Ah! Salim, quit it!" Jazmin whined again, trying to ignore how achingly hard the bullying was making her. "Oh, shut it, sissy! We both know you like it! Right? That's how you know you're bullying a true loser, right? When they have a hard-on from it?" Salim teases, throwing Jazmin's own words back at her. "Well, if a hard-on makes her a loser, what does jizzing herself make her? Queen of the sissies?" Jazmin fell silent, resigning herself to her humiliation, feeling her cheeks light on fire with blushing.
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