The Workshop, Part 2 [MFFFFFF][unaware][clothed sex]

His eyes widened as Sophie backed into him even more, her butt pressing against him even harder. He could feel her warmth against his pelvic region, and he could feel his underwear starting to get a little wet as his aching cock was enveloped in the soft cushiony heaven that was her buttcheeks. As he gaped at her, Sophie began to dance to her music, just a little, moving her hips to the right, and then to the left. To the right, and to the left.

He felt pleasure building in his crotch as she ground herself against his boner. The sight of her bubbly gigantic perfect ass, with its stunning roundness, its mouthwatering shape, pushing against his hardened cock would have been enough. But with the sensation of her butt grinding from side to side ever so slightly, rubbing against him with just the right amount of friction, just the right amount of pressure, Tom knew he didn’t stand a chance.

“Hey, Emma,” he said breathlessly, turning to his right, “do you mind loosening-”

“Linda, do you know where the rulers are?” Emma interrupted, ignoring him as she looked around the cramped workshop.

Sophie continued dancing, making small movements with her hips and legs. It was torture, the best kind. Tom’s cock throbbed and twitched furiously, being teased by her ass.

“They’re in the boxes somewhere,” Linda replied lazily, still staring at her phone.

“Yeah, obviously,” Emma snorted, rolling her eyes.

To his horror, she walked away from her clamp, heading towards the boxes.

“Hey, Emma,” he said to her, but she didn’t listen. He watched as she bent over slightly, picking up a step stool, and then placed it down in front of the boxes lining the wall. He looked down and tried to loosen the clamp himself, but it was no use. It wouldn’t budge.

No one seemed to notice what was happening to him. He looked over his shoulder at Ellen. Ellen’s gorgeous dark brown eyes were cast downwards, her teeth nibbling on her beautiful bottom lip. Her hand, with sandpaper, was wrapped around her piece of wood again, and it moved up and down quickly, her arm pumping as she sanded, her hand moving with a slight twisting motion. As he watched, her lip slowly slid out from between her teeth as her hand moved faster and faster.

He felt Sophie’s ass lift off of his erection for a split second, and then it thudded back into him. He could *feel* her butt jiggle. She continued working, not paying attention to anything except her project and her music, dancing absentmindedly, unknowingly pushing Tom closer and closer to his ever approaching orgasm.

Feeling a little panicky, Tom looked to the other side of the room, glancing towards Linda. Linda was still sitting on her stool, her legs crossed, her striking eyes peering through her safety goggles at her phone. He noticed that there was a thin white lollipop stick sticking out of her mouth. As he looked at her, with Sophie’s ass massaging his erection, she reached up to her mouth and started pulling at the stick. Linda’s beautiful plump lips parted as a large round bright pink lollipop appeared, shining with moisture. The lollipop left her mouth, stopping an inch away from her parted lips, and he saw her tongue emerge. She slowly rubbed the lollipop against her tongue, covering every inch of the sweet with saliva, and then put it back in her mouth, sucking on it before slowly pulling it out from between her gripping lips again. She scrolled through her phone, her tongue traveling over her upper lip, and then, as she put the lollipop back into her mouth, her brown eyes suddenly moved upwards and met Tom’s.

He immediately looked away, pretending he was looking at the boxes on the other side of the room. Images of Linda’s tongue and lips toying with her lollipop played in his head as Sophie shifted her weight from foot to foot, rubbing her butt all over his aching erection. Feeling as if his heart had skipped beating and moved straight to vibrating, Tom did his best to keep himself from ejaculating against Sophie’s massive bubble butt. His gaze found Emma.

She was standing on the step stool, searching through one of the boxes at the top. Tom looked up at her. He could make out the shape of Emma’s butt through her thin flowy short skirt. Although her butt wasn’t as big as Sophie’s, it was beautiful, and the sight wasn’t helping Tom fight off is oncoming orgasm. He watched as Emma put the box back onto the top shelf and then jumped off of the step stool.

Her skirt flew upwards for just a second, and Tom caught a glimpse of her butt. His eyes widened, and he felt waves of excitement and shame wash over him, along with the pleasure that was coming from Sophie’s ass brushing against his boner. He couldn’t believe what he had seen. His legs started to buckle a little as the pleasure in his crotch built, and he placed his hands on the table to support himself as he watched Emma bend over, move the stool a little to the right, and climb up it again.

“Does *anyone* know where the rulers are?” Emma asked, pulling another box from the top shelf.

“They’re in the boxes somewhere,” Ellie replied, her voice full of suppressed laughter.

“You’re so funny, Ellie,” Emma snapped, and, her back to Tom, she hopped off of the stool again, causing her skirt to raise up again for just a split second.

This time, Tom was sure he wasn’t seeing things. Emma wasn’t wearing underwear. There was absolutely *nothing* under that thin short skirt, and every time she hopped down from her stool, she mooned him with her bare ass.

“Oh no,” Tom groaned softly as he watched Emma bend over and move the stool again. He looked away as she climbed up the stool, remembering the words she had spoken earlier.

*“Well I’ve got something special planned. I haven’t seen David in a week, and tonight’s going to be a night to remember! I’m gonna ride his face until I can’t recognize it anymore.”*

Completely unaware of the fact that the person her butt was touching was on the brink of an orgasm, Sophie continued putting her model together, nodding her head and moving her hips ever so slightly, continuing to tease and massage Tom’s erection. The wet spot in his underwear was growing as more and more pre-cum oozed out of his cock.

“Oh no!” he heard Sabrina cry.

He looked across the room at the redhead.

Sabrina was standing near the other table, holding her bottle of milk, a look of shock in her green eyes under her round glasses. Her angelic face was painted with the white liquid. Milk coated her plump soft lips, milk was splattered across her cheek. Droplets of milk dotted her cute freckled nose, and milk dripped down her chin. Her already alluring, already milky cleavage was covered with splatters of the white fluid, and her soaked breast wobbled as she turned towards Grace.

“Watch it!” she said to the dark haired girl. She looked down at her breasts, beginning to wipe the fluid off of her mouth and chin with her hand. “My almond milk!”

“Well then stay out of the way, you dumb bitch!” Grace cackled. “Drink your nut juice somewhere else!”

“Here’s some nut juice for you,” Sabrina said, and she lunged at Grace, thrusting the bottle at her.

Grace held up her hands, but almond milk still splattered all over her perfect face, forcing her to close one of her dark eyes.

Grace’s and Sabrina’s laughter filled his ears as Sophie’s butt continued brushing against his erection. Her soft incredible ass rubbed against his hips, his cock buried in her plump buttcheeks, as he felt waves of pleasure washing over him. His cock twitched furiously as his started to reach the edge of his climax.

“Found the rulers!” he heard Emma announce.

He looked over at Emma just in time to watch her hop down from the step stool again, her skirt flying upwards to reveal a teasing glimpse of her round bare ass. As she landed, he could make out a slight bounce in her buttcheeks through her thin skirt. He looked up at her face, and she looked over her shoulder at him, holding up a ruler with a proud grin.

She really had the best smiles. They were charming and sexy at the same time, and as he looked into her light brown eyes, feeling Sophie’s ass mercilessly teasing his cock, Tom realized it was all over. He was going to cum, right there in the workshop, surrounded by all of these girls, and there was nothing he could do about it. His orgasm loomed over him like a tidal wave, and his face went limp as Sophie hummed along to her music, moving her hips from side to side.

“I’m so proud of you, Emma,” Linda called out.

“I believed in you from the start,” Ellen said.

Emma chuckled, moving to stand right next to Tom. Her shoulder brushed against his, and she stayed there, measuring something, her body touching his as he reached the edge of his climax. Her hips bumped against his. He could smell the flowery scent of her hair.

He looked up to the ceiling, feeling acceptance. He didn’t know how he had gotten himself into this situation, being forced to cum by one of the hottest girls on campus, surrounded by the other hottest girls on campus, standing there helplessly while they all worked on their projects, unaware that the guy in their midst was experiencing one of the most pleasurable sexual sensations he had ever experienced. But there was nothing he could do about it now.

At the very last second, Sophie stepped away, walking towards the boxes again, leaving Tom stuck with his shirt clamped to the table.

He breathed heavily, feeling frustration washing over him. He had been denied an orgasm at the last second. His erection pounded desperately in his pants, and he started to feel embarrassed as well as he realized he wanted Sophie to finish him off. She was so unbelievably sexy, with her beautiful face, her curvy chest and hips, and her thick thighs and ass. He had been so close…

“Emma, where’d you find the rulers?” Grace asked.

“That top box, third from the left,” Emma replied, and she lunged to the right, reaching for something across the table.

Her leg collided with his, and, still feeling sexual frustration filling every ounce of his being, Tom fell downwards as his leg was knocked out from under him. But his shirt still remained stuck in the clamp, so it was pulled upwards, and Tom ended up practically hanging from his shirt as he sat down on the ground.

Emma’s foot kicked his leg as she lunged to the right again, and he winced as her skirt brushed against his face. Then he heard something clatter to the floor.

“Oops,” Emma said casually.

She turned, pointing her butt at Tom’s face, and bent over.

He refused to look. He knew he shouldn’t look, he couldn’t look. His cock had been tormented enough. It throbbed and ached in his pants, desperate for attention, and he tried not to think about how Emma’s butt was right next to his face, her skirt lifting up off of her legs as she bent over, and she wasn’t wearing underwear…

“How’s it going, Emma?” he heard Ellie’s voice say.

Tom could only watch as Ellie’s gray running shorts appeared in front of his face.

“It’s going,” Emma replied, sounding unenthusiastic as she straightened up. “I’m going to cut these forms out, and then I’ll be almost done.”

“What are they?” Ellie asked. She stepped towards him, her shorts approaching his face, her foot landing right between his legs. His cock throbbed as the tip of her shoe gently touched his testicles.

“Oh, these? They’re supposed to be support beams,” Emma replied. “For under the balcony.”

“Wait, lemme see,” Ellie murmured, and she shuffled in closer. The fabric of her shorts were now a hair’s distance from touching his face, and he shivered a little as her foot moved forwards, applying even more pressure to his balls. He noticed that his underwear was wetter than before, and his cock twitched as her foot pushed against his testicles a little more still, staring at her crotch.

“Oh, that’s cool,” Ellie commented.

“I hope it fits,” Emma said.

Tom inhaled as Ellie’s toes pushed even further into his crotch. His balls were starting to ache as her foot pressed into them, but the discomfort felt good somehow…

“Hey, can you pass me that…thing?” Ellie asked.

“What thing?”

“You know, the thingy. That thing. What’s it called…”

“This?” he heard Emma ask.

“No, the thing…ugh,” Ellie said above him.

Her foot left his crotch as she moved it. Now she was standing with her feet on either side of his legs. She shuffled forwards some more, and Tom froze, panic and excitement shooting through his body, as the tomboy’s crotch brushed against his face.

“*That* thing, right there,” she said.

He didn’t dare move. He wasn’t sure how Ellie didn’t notice that she had someone’s face between her legs, but it sounded like she was preoccupied. He couldn’t see anything. The area between Ellie’s cute legs was touching the upper half of his face, gradually applying more pressure. Her crotch was warm, and it had a certain softness to it.

“This?” he heard Emma ask again.

“No, not that…” Ellie trailed off, and then she lunged forwards, reaching across the table.

Her crotch pushed his head against the table, smothering him in its warmth, and he realized that her pussy was pressing against his eyes and his nose through her clothes. It was beyond titillating, and his desire to cum doubled. It seemed that she quickly got what she was looking for, because before he knew it, she was backing off of him. In total, Ellie only had her crotch in his face for a few moments, but those few moments were enough to make Tom nearly lose his mind.

He watched, his breathing shallow, as Ellie turned around in front of him.

“Oooh, Sophie, I like your model,” she said.

Tom stared at Ellie’s ass, at her cute firm buttcheeks as they bulged out against her running shorts. His head slumped to the side slightly as he sighed, his heart hammering against his ribcage. He didn’t know what to do.

“Thanks,” he heard Sophie reply.

“Did you put your balcony in the courtyard?” Ellie asked, and her small butt started back up towards Tom’s face.

He tried to get up. But his shirt was still stuck in the clamp, and even when his feet found purchase and he started to raise himself up, his shirt caused him to lose his balance again, and he ended up back where he started.

Ellie’s butt backed up a little more, and she bent forwards slightly, examining Sophie’s model.

“Yeah, I thought I would combine the balcony requirement and the courtyard requirement into one thing,” Sophie replied. “Two birds with one stone.”

“Is that allowed?” he heard Grace say.

“I certainly hope so!” Sophie said.

“Hey guys? Can you help me out here?” Tom asked, but nobody seemed to notice him.

“Oh, those windows are really cool,” Ellie said, and her butt pressed against Tom’s face, pushing his head back against the table behind him.

Ellie’s butt may have been on the small side, but it felt big enough as his face sank into her buttcheeks. Her hindquarters were soft and firm at the same time, and he could just by how they felt that she had an athletic lifestyle. Her warmth spread over his face as the fabric of her running shorts rubbed against his skin, and Ellie didn’t seem to think twice about whatever she felt pushing into her butt as she bent over a little more, examining Sophie’s project.

“Wait, lemme see the windows,” he heard Sabrina say.

Ellie’s butt left his face, and he blinked as he saw Sabrina’s tight yoga pants come into view. Sabrina’s breasts were magnificent, and her ass was no different. Shaped by countless squats at the gym, Sabrina’s hindquarters backed up towards Tom’s face, and soon enough, her butt was pushing his head against the table behind him, her body heat warming him through her thin yoga pants, her firm buttcheeks wrapping around his face.

“That’s so cool,” Sabrina said. She adjusted her glasses and smiled, staring at Sophie’s project. Her orange hair tumbled over her shoulder as she bent over a little more. “I like the windows, Sophie.”

“Thanks!” Sophie replied, and Tom could hear that she was standing nearby.

“I wanna see!” he heard Emma exclaim.

Sabrina’s butt wiggled as she stepped away from him, and he saw Emma’s black skirt sway around her thighs as she started to back up towards him. His heart jumped in his chest. Before he could do anything, Emma’s wonderful butt was pushing against his face, her buttcheeks rubbing against his skin with nothing but that thin skirt between them. He felt her ass shiver slightly as his head hit the table behind him again.

“‘S’cuse me,” he heard Sophie say.

Emma pushed herself even harder against Tom’s face as Sophie started squeezing between her and the table in front of her. Her butt rubbed this way and that as she adjusted her position, trying to back up as much as possible, crushing Tom’s face with her round butt.

“There’s way too many people in here,” Emma remarked with a chuckle. “I’m being squished in every direction.”

“I know, tell me about it,” he heard Sabrina laugh.

Emma’s butt rubbed hard against his face, moving his skin slightly, as she pushed herself up on her tip toes, letting Sophie pass. Now her butt was pressing against his forehead. She was practically sitting on top of him. Sophie finally passed, and Emma let herself down.

Except her skirt didn’t follow.

The hem of Emma’s skirt remained at the top of Tom’s head. He saw her buttcheeks shiver as she jumped down off of him, her ass inches away from his face. Then she bent forwards, and Tom gaped at the sight in front of him.

Between Emma’s round smooth buttcheeks, beneath her barely visible wrinkled asshole, was her bare pussy. It was, in a word, lovely. Her pubes were cut short, but they were still there, light brown and curly. Her pussy lips looked unbelievably soft, and they were plumper than Tom would’ve expected. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He was now feeling more aroused than he had ever felt in his life, and he just sat there, frozen, staring at the maddening sight of Emma’s nude crotch inches away from him. His eyes traveled over her plump vulva, taking in her mouthwatering petals, doing their best to commit the sight to memory.

*“I’m gonna ride his face until I can’t recognize it anymore.”*

“Love the windows,” Emma commented, her pussy swaying ever so slightly right in front of Tom’s nose as she shifted her weight from left to right.

“I spent hours on those last night,” Sophie said.

Emma straightened up, and Tom saw her buttcheeks push together, hiding her asshole. He then kept his eyes on what he could still see of her pussy as she started to walk away, until her skirt finally flopped down off of him to cover her butt again, uncovering his head. He turned his head, his gaze following her as she headed towards the boxes on the side of the room. Then, he looked forwards again.

Sophie’s ass was right in front of his face. It was so big. So round. So wide. He looked up at her head long enough to see her putting her earbuds back in her ears, but he couldn’t keep his gaze off of her butt for long. It was like he was staring at two planets. And her wide hips and awesome thighs completed the tantalizing image. Sophie’s butt was more than perfect, it was staggering, and he couldn’t believe a butt like this existed. And then there were those hair thin leggings to cover it, clinging to her skin, as if they were paint instead of fabric. He struggled to keep his breath steady.

“Hey, did we ever figure out how many slides were supposed to be in the PowerPoint?” Grace asked.

Tom watched Sophie’s breathtaking hindquarters start to move backwards. She was listening to her music again. Her butt closed in, slowly but surely, wobbling a little as she started moving to her music. Her motions were gentle as she danced, but there was nothing gentle about the ass threatening to swallow Tom’s face.

“Hey, did we ever figure out that you are buying me more almond milk?” Sabrina asked, mimicking the casual tone of Grace’s voice.

Sophie’s butt drew closer. Her round cheeks were now an inch away from his nose. He just sat there, his eyes wide, his shirt, still stuck in the clamp, pulling at his body, and accepted his fate.

“Hey, are you allowed to bring almond milk into the workshop?” Linda quipped.

Sophie’s butt touched his face. He closed his eyes, feeling her warmth spread over his face as she backed up more and more, her hindquarters gradually enveloping his eyes, nose, cheeks, and mouth. They were so soft, and they seemed to encompass everything as Sophie backed up against him.

“Like you give a shit, Linda,” Sabrina said.

The girls laughed, and continued discussing Sabrina’s almond milk as Tom fell victim to Sophie’s ass. Nobody seemed to notice. Nobody seemed to care. Every inch of his face was covered in her warm hindquarters, like the worlds sexiest pillows. He was filled with disbelief and arousal. How could this be happening? How could this be happening *to him?*

Sophie’s hips started moving from side to side, and her butt started rubbing against his face, the soft fabric of her leggings sliding against his skin. He was in heaven and hell. He could barely breathe as Sophie rubbed herself all over him.

She had gotten used to the feeling of Tom standing behind her a long time ago. At first, it had been a little awkward for her, but the workshop was so small, she couldn’t help but bump into him. And he didn’t seem to mind. Now, the feeling of something pressing against her butt didn’t even register anymore. She smiled happily as she lip synced along to her music, moving her butt from side to side, loosening a workshop clamp as she prepared to saw a piece of wood.

After what seemed like an eternity, Tom felt her warmth leave his face. He blinked in the sudden light, looking around. Sophie had stepped away from him for a moment, and he could see the gargantuan ass that was wrapped around his head a moment ago in front of him, those beautiful buttcheeks bulging out against her patterned leggings as she bent forwards slightly.

Moving fast, Tom placed a hand on the table behind him, and managed to lift himself up. He moved his feet underneath him, and finally stood up, his shirt being pulled down again, blinking around at the rest of the workshop.

There was a moment where things seemed like they might go back to normal. Then Tom had to stifle a moan as Sophie threw her hips back, and her butt slammed against his rock hard cock again.

There was the familiar warmth, the familiar softness. Immediately, he felt his orgasm approaching again, and he placed his hands on his table for support. Bent forwards, Sophie started sawing, and her butt bounced and brushed against his bulge as her whole body moved with her motions.

He held back a shudder. The sound of a drill running sang through the small room, and Tom looked up to see Sabrina operating a drill press. The redhead was bent forwards slightly, her plump breasts pressed together, and she chewed on her beautiful light pink bottom lip as she watched the drill bit slowly and steadily push itself into a piece of wood. Her green eyes narrowed under the safety goggles she had put on over her round glasses as she bent over a little further, frowning with concentration.

He looked away from that titillating sight and his gaze landed on Sophie’s ass again as it wobbled. She sawed and sawed, gritting her teeth, her butt bumping and rubbing against his aching erection. A shiver of pleasure passed through him as he watched her magnificent bubble butt tease him.

He glanced towards Linda, feeling his orgasm approaching quickly. The slightly tanned brunette was still sitting in the exact same spot. Her gorgeous eyes were closed under her safety goggles as her tongue slowly traveled over her glistening pink lollipop with apparent relish. Her plump lips pressed together as her tongue vanished in her mouth and she swallowed. Then she pressed the lollipop against her lips, and they parted as it pushed its way into her mouth.

“Goddammit, it’s stuck,” Sophie groaned. Her ass started bouncing against his throbbing bulge as she fought with the hand saw, trying to get it to move. But it proved fruitless, and her ass thudded against him with defeat as her shoulders sagged. She pulled her earbuds out of her ears.

“Hey Linda, can you help me with this?” she called out.

Linda’s large brown eyes opened, and her lollipop emerged from her beautiful lips with a soft *pop*. She gave Sophie a surprised look.

“This saw is stuck,” Sophie said, and her ass started rubbing against Tom, sending waves of pleasure and frustration through his body as she started fighting with the hand saw again. “Can you help me out?”

“Sure!” Linda replied.

Her large breasts bounced under her shirt as she hopped off of her stool, and she put her lollipop back in her mouth as she started walking towards Sophie and Tom. Sophie’s butt continued massaging and bumping against Tom’s erection as Linda approached, and Tom was sure that Linda was going to notice that Sophie was pushing her butt against his hips, and that he could barely stand due to the sensations overwhelming him. But Linda, being the clueless Assistant Workshop Manager she was, didn’t notice a thing, and she walked right up to Sophie, standing next to her.

Linda’s tight blue athletic shorts made her bubble butt look *really* good. But as she bent over next to Sophie, her ass bulging out at Tom, the sight was enough to make him want to cry. Her butt was smaller than Sophie’s, but it was no less perfect.

“Move over, let me try,” she said.

Sophie’s soft warm ass left Tom’s erection alone, and his penis throbbed against his pants as he watched Linda move sideways. She stopped in front of the hand saw, bent forwards, her butt pointing right at his bulge. Her hand wrapped around the handle of the saw, and she threw her hips back.

A light shiver passed through her butt as it slammed against his stiff cock. She started tugging against the saw, moving herself back and forth, and her round butt ground against his erection, causing the waves of pleasure and frustration he was feeling to return full force. His eyelids started lowering over his eyes as he heard Linda start to make soft grunting noises as she fought with the hand saw, trying to get it free. Her beautiful ass teased and massaged his cock like Sophie’s had done, and Tom knew that it would be over soon.

He heard a “thud” next to him, and turned his head to the right, where he saw that Emma had just put the step stool down in front of the wall of boxes again.

“Oh my god,” he muttered breathlessly.

Linda’s round ass continued sliding over his hardened manhood as Emma stepped onto the step stool. Emma’s butt wiggled under her skirt as she climbed the stool, and her skirt danced as she jumped up onto her tiptoes, reaching for one of the highest boxes. She pulled it free and landed back down on her heels, opening the box and pulling out a roll of sandpaper. Then she reached up to put the box back, slid it back onto the shelf, and just as she had done before, hopped off of the stool. Her skirt flew upwards again, revealing just a glimpse of those perfect buttcheeks, just for a split second, and then her butt shivered as she landed on the ground, her skirt flopping back down.

Tom whimpered, looking at Linda’s ass again. He had lost all semblance of control. Linda’s athletic shorts rubbed against his jeans as her ass moved this way and that, sending overwhelming waves of pleasure through him.
There was a scraping noise, and Linda’s arm pumped as she started moving the hand saw again.

“A miracle,” she announced, and Tom let out a shaky exhale as her butt left his erection. She stepped to the side as Sophie stepped in front of him, wrapping her hand around the handle of the hand saw.

“Thanks, Linda!” Sophie beamed, and her butt rippled under her leggings as it thudded against Tom’s hips again, enveloping his erection in its warmth and its softness. It would’ve felt almost reassuring, if he didn’t feel one of the most powerful orgasms of his life building inside of him.

“No problem!” Linda replied, and Tom watched her butt wiggle as she strolled back to her stool at the side of the workshop.

Sophie’s ass resumed its massaging of Tom’s cock as the curly haired girl, oblivious, started sawing again, her body shaking with her motions. He could feel tingles moving through his body as his cock twitched madly against her warm, round, wide ass. He heard even more sawing, and looked across the room to see Grace at the other table. She held a hand saw as well, and was sawing through a thick piece of wood, facing him and Sophie.

“Hey, do you guys think it’s bad if you can *see* the glue?” He heard Ellie ask.

Grace’s cleavage was on full display as she leaned forwards, attacking her piece of wood with the hand saw. Her gorgeous eyes were narrowed, her lips parted as she pumped her arm back and forth, her plump pale breasts swaying underneath her. Tom shuddered as he stared at Grace’s tits as they wobbled. They were barely covered by her sundress.

“I mean, do *you* think it’s bad?” he heard Sabrina say.

The girls conversed casually as Tom was steadily brought over the edge. He stared at Grace’s tits as they danced underneath her, feeling powerful tingles and waves of pleasure washing over his body, causing his legs to weaken and buckle. Sophie finally sawed through the wood, and her eyes lit up, a smile spreading across her face as, behind her, Tom started cumming.

Grace’s tits wobbled, and he recalled the *pop* sound of Linda’s lollipop leaving her perfect lips, he recalled the sight of Emma’s skirt flying up to reveal her buttcheeks as she jumped down from her stool, he recalled the sight of her naked pussy right in front of her face as she bent over in front of him, he recalled the feeling of Ellie’s foot pressing against his balls, he recalled the feeling of Ellie’s crotch pushing against him, how warm and soft she was. The memory of Sabrina standing there, her gorgeous face and breasts covered with almond milk, and the memory of almond milk splattering all over Grace’s face and breasts barely entered Tom’s mind and then he was cumming, shuddering as his cock exploded in his pants, squirting cum in his underwear with Sophie’s butt still pushed against it.

The piece of wood Sophie had sawed off fell to the floor with a clatter. She sighed, and bent over, pressing her ass against Tom’s squirting cock even harder. His hips started twitching against her, desperately thrusting his erection against her soft buttcheeks as she pushed herself back into him, reaching for the piece of wood. Another whimper escaped his mouth, and he closed his eyes as his body shuddered violently, lost in the grip of his pleasure.

“I mean, it’s not really about what I think,” part of him heard Ellie say behind her. The girls were still talking about their project as if nothing was happening. Her voice sounded like it was coming from far away. “It’s about what the evaluators think.”

Sophie straightened up slightly, placing the piece of wood on the table. Then she picked up a tube of glue, and bent over, arching her back, as Tom twitched and shuddered against her ass. He felt moisture spreading over his underwear as his orgasm raged on, and little grunts escaped his lips every time his hips thrust themselves against Sophie’s maddeningly perfect, soft, warm, large ass. Biting her bottom lip, Sophie narrowed her eyes as she carefully placed the piece of wood against her model, holding the piece in place as the glue started to set. She slowly started rocking her hips from side to side, and Tom shuddered violently, whimpering with pleasure as her ass accidentally teased his still cumming cock.

The sound of Grace’s sawing drowned out his whimpers and grunts, and the girls continued talking.

“You do you, Ellie.”

“Okay, but I want to know if there’s anything in the rules that specifically says-”

Tom could barely listen to the conversation. He slumped back against the table as his orgasm finally started to pass, blissful pleasure spreading across his body, Sophie’s warm soft ass *still* pushing against his cock. His chest heaved as he breathed heavily, his eyelids lowered, trying to bring himself back to the present. His cock was still twitching furiously, squirting out every last droplet of cum he had into his soaked underwear. Every now and then, his body would twitch as a rogue spasm of pleasure ripped through him.

Finally, after what felt like forever, it was over. He sighed.

Sophie straightened up with a delighted expression, placing her hands on her hips as she beamed around at the workshop.

“I finished!” she announced.

“Yay Sophie!” Linda called out from the side of the workshop.

Sophie bent forwards and picked up her model building, carrying it as she started walking away from Tom.

“Bye everyone, I’m going home!”

“Bye, Sophie!” Emma called out.

“Bye!” Grace said.

“See ya!” Sabrina said.

“Bye bye!” Ellie said, and Tom saw the tomboy walk in front of him.

“Oh god,” he sighed quietly, watching her aim her cute butt at his crotch as she started fiddling with the clamp Sophie was using.

Ellie tightened the workshop clamp on her piece of wood, picked up the hand saw, and rested it against the wood. Then she moved her hips back. Her butt pushed against his still hard cock, the pressure from her hindquarters sending overwhelming tingles through his body. He shuddered violently, his eyelids lowering and his eyes rolling upwards.

“Hey Tom!”

Tom forced his eyes open, looking towards the entrance of the shop. He saw Sophie standing there, smiling at Tom as he stood trapped between the table and Ellie’s ass, his face limp, his legs buckled, and his body trembling.

“Bye,” she said pointedly, her eyes widening at him.

“Oh, bye Sophie,” he managed to croak out, and Sophie’s eyes narrowed beautifully as her smile grew.

She turned around, and her leggings-clad butt wobbled as she strutted out of the workshop with her model building. Meanwhile, the other girls started talking about the PowerPoint slides again, and Ellie started sawing, her cute hindquarters rubbing and bouncing against Tom, tormenting and teasing his sensitive penis.

~The End~

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