Modern Holes Ch 03 1

It was 7:03 a.m. once again. The weather was brisk. The sunlight rising. And a bus was on it's way.

Francis Roché stifled a yawn as he waited for Maddie. They'd had another good morning conversation through the holes earlier. It was honestly very nice, but her morning routine was much longer than his was. So the extra thirty minutes of sleep he usually took didn't happen and today it was affecting him.

As he looked towards Maddie's home, he spotted her moving kinda quickly down the street. There seemed to be a spring in her step more than usual. Perhaps those morning talks were better for her than he thought. At the very least it was making her alarm much more effective.

"Hey Francis!" Maddie called out as she approached.

Francis took a risk. "Hey darling!" he waved.

This caused Maddie to cock her head. Frizzy red hair shifting to the side. "What'd you call me?"

"Just trying new things, darrrrrling" Francis rolled that R like it was the spin cycle in a washing machine.

"Ugh. Not darling, please." Maddie rolled her eyes. "Sounds like my parents."

"Shnookems?" Francis saw the cringe forming on Maddie's Face, and pushed harder. "Honeybunch? Sweetie pie? Puummpy-ummpy-umpkin?"

"Oh god, we have to breakup if you ever call me that." Maddie swotted Francis on the arm.

"Fine fine. Maddie." Francis gave up, for now. The school bus was approaching.

"Just need to double check, what's your morning schedule like today?" Maddie asked Francis, full of expectation as the bus pulled up to their stop and opened it's doors.

"I mean, you know what it's like." Francis said over his shoulder. He walked up the steps, down the aisle and took a seat. "It is Friday, got that morning free period in the middle of classes. And I still curse the day that I didn't swap those first two so I could get an extra hour of sleep in the morning."

Maddie scooted in next to Francis, pressing his body hard into the wall. "Yeah that's what I thought." She took a furtive look around as the bus starting moving.

Once she was convinced no one was paying them any attention, she leaned in close to Francis and spoke low. "Listen, I finished up one of the things I was working on last night."

Francis' attention was piquéd. Not just because of the subject matter, but also because of how close Maddie was putting her soft body onto his.

"I finished it up and put it on this morning." Maddie's eyes were locked onto Francis'. "And I was really hoping you were willing to test it out during your free period." Her lower lip was bitten.

Francis' voice was barely above a whisper. "You're wearing it now? What is it?"

Maddie drew the moment out. Her backpack was brought into her lap, blocking the view from across the aisle. The outer pouch was unzipped slowly, each tooth ticking open one after another. When it was finally fully open, she reached in and carefully drew out a black Y shaped soft object. It was covered in the black silk like material Francis had helped choose at the arts and crafts store yesterday.

Maddie placed the Y thing gently in Francis' hands.

Francis held the thing carefully. As it lay in his hands, he could feel the stiff backing of the mirror materials through the cloth. When he touched the top side, his fingers squished into it.

Maddie let out a soft gasp.

Francis' whipped his head up to look at Maddie. "Seriously?" he hissed.

Maddie was biting her lip hard now, nodding quickly all the while.

Francis found a stitched on button and undid it. A large flap pulled away and revealed the top of some white puffy skin and red haired stubble.

He stared at just this little bit of exposed skin, and closed the flap. Taking a look around just like Maddie had before, he reconfirmed that no one was watching. "This is your..?"

Maddie took in a deep breath to whisper out. "Yes, it's my pocket pussy."

Francis was stunned. He couldn't utter a word for a moment. "That was awful." He looked down at the black cloth in his hands. "Accurate, but awful."

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Francis opened the cloth pocket and took out the hole to Maddie's sex. The two of them looked down at the pussy sticking out of the Y shape in his hands. On top was Maddie's remaining pubic hair. She had taken clippers to everything leaving only a fine stubble.

Her skin was still milky white. The Soft puffy sides of her vagina formed a tight seal. There were slightly darker parts at the top, her clitoral hood, and bottom, her vagina peaking out of the crevice there.

Francis gently pulled at one of the puffy mounds, pulling it slightly to the side. There he saw Maddie's pink lips. A slight sheen of glossy liquid coating them already.

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"I always figured I'd see this for the first time in one of our bedrooms." Francis was still staring in wonder at the pussy in his hands. "Not like this, on the bus."

"Yeah well, same thing for me, kinda." Maddie was leaning on Francis' shoulder. "I kinda only got the business end of your thing."

Shaken out of his reverie, Francis put Maddie's pussy away into it's pocket. "So what were you expecting from me with this?"

"Well, first off, keep it warm." Maddie straightened up a tiny bit. "I found that it's a very interesting experience when that's not... ya know... down there, and instead in the outside pouch of my backpack."

Francis was nodding along, and held the pocket pussy between his palms.

Maddie smiled. "Mmmmm, yeah just like that." Her eyes were lidded for a moment. "And well, I figured that you're two up on me, and I want to get even."

"Aha," Francis let the light bulb in his head finally flicker on. "That's why you wanted to know if I had a free period."

"Oh yeah." Maddie had a sparkle in her eyes. "And what do you normally do during that free period?"

"Study, read." Francis automatically answered. Then he looked down at the warm thing in his hands. "But I can think of something else I need to learn about today instead."

"You do that." Maddie turned away and looked forward with a contented smile on her face.

Francis removed his wallet from his front left pocket and transferred it to his right. Taking the pocket pussy and putting it in the now empty pocket took a bit of work and he stretched out his leg to get the angle right.

With the pocket firmly secured, Maddie was looking antsy and fidgeting her legs in her seat.

"You doing OK?" Francis asked Maddie, his voice full of concern.

"Just peachy." Maddie squeaked out.

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Things were fine for Maddie as the bus ride came to an end. Things were fine as they got off the bus and started walking towards the school. Things were suddenly not fine when Francis took his first step up the stairs with his left leg.

It was as if he had just ground his thigh into her crotch. The increase in pressure came on gradually enough not to be painful. It was a nice feeling that Maddie had to stumble through with her own climb up the stairs. Thankfully there was a railing.

With every step, a press upon her sex. With every step, pressing on her button. With every step, soft things were squished.

"This is only temporary." thought Maddie to herself. "We'll get to class and it'll settle down for a bit."

The hallways were fine. It was much more of a gentle type of rubbing. She could even relax a bit and imagine that her vagina was still in her own pants right then.

Maddie's class started as it always did. The teacher, stuck in their ways, calling out attendance. The name Callahan marking her as third on the list.

When the last name was called, things took a turn for her. The feelings coming from her crotch were ramping up. A rapid pulsing of pressure coming in irregular bursts. Her breath and pulse quickened. What was Francis doing?

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Francis found it very difficult to sit still during his first class. His left leg had formed a nervous tic and he couldn't stop tapping his foot.

His left hand was feeling the hard back of the pocket pussy in his pocket. Just the name alone was silly enough that he couldn't stop smiling whenever he thought of it. As his fingers traced the odd Y shape, he would push on it gently. The soft feeling it had on his leg was oddly comforting.

Just another forty minutes until this class let out and he would be able do something with it.

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Another forty minutes of this would drive Maddie insane.

The constant thumping. Little tap tap taps. And then the rolling pressures going up and down. It was pure torture.

She had masturbated before, just last night in fact. A little bit of warm up was always welcome. But this was taking it to a whole new level.

Maddie's knuckles were white as she gripped the side of her desk. Her eyes had a thousand yard stare, barely able to focus on anything the teacher was writing on the board. And her breath was coming in short sharp gasps.

How was Francis doing this to her? Was he secretly some sexual freak? Did he have some kind of secret identity as a dominatrix? Had he been watching her during those special personal moments and knew every one of her favourite spots?

Laying her head on her desk, Maddie let out a low groan. Just something to hopefully take the edge off of what she was feeling.

"Is everything alright Madeline?" the teacher asked.

The edge was immediately taken off of Maddie, and replaced with an icy sheet of cold fear. She immediately sat bolt upright. "Everything's fine." she stammered out.

"You look incredibly flush, are you sure?" The concern in their voice was genuine.

Already, the thumping feeling down below was back. "Just didn't get as much sleep as I should have last night." Maddie gave the false smile of the guilty.

"If that's the case, just don't disturb the others students as they're learning. And keep your voice down." The teacher turned back towards the front and continued to lecture.

Maddie swallowed. The next, she checked her watch, thirty seven minutes were going to kill her.

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The bell finally rung, signalling the end of the current period. There were ten minutes to get to your next class before another bell announced the start of the next period.

Francis wasted no time. He slapped his legs (Maddie gasped) and shot to his feet. Dragged his books off the desk and into his bag. Then immediately hit the door and joined the rush of people moving about.

He knew that there were study rooms available at the library. Those were right out. The windows were very open and within eye line of the librarians desk.

The band area had individual practice rooms. Quiet, secluded, and didn't allow for any advanced warning if anyone peeked in through the safety glass window. So those were a no go as well.

So the only acceptable place to go to was a bathroom. At least those stalls had the barest fraction of a lock, and he could hold off for a bit if anyone else walked in.

So yes, a visit to the porcelain throne was where Francis intended to spend the next little while. Just him, his thoughts, and Maddie's pocket pussy. How hard could it be?

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Surprisingly easy as it turned out. Francis chose one of the lesser used bathrooms. No sense in tempting fate. He waited for the class change rush to leave before moving himself in and claiming the furthest stall for himself.

No sense in wasting the opportunity either, he did his own business and washed his hands. He justified it by thinking he wanted his full and complete focus on the task ahead of him.

So he set his backpack in the corner and reached into his pocket. There his fingers immediately met with a wet squish. Furrowing his brow he reached further in and pulled out the wet black fabric. His own pocket and leg were met with a bit of cold as the warm wet thing was pulled away.

"Had Maddie spilled some water on herself during class?" was a conscious thought that went through Francis' mind. His pocket and leg were absolutely soaked.

Undoing the singular button was a matter of some effort. The plastic button was relatively slick to the touch. Francis struggled briefly, but soon got it unclasped. He drew out the hole and marvelled at what he saw.

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Looking through the hole, Francis could see that things were different than when he looked at it last time. Where before he saw a white puffy mound, and had to spread it to see her pink lips, Now Maddie's lower regions were on full display. Engorged, red, and he hadn't even touched her.

There was an odour that he found hard to place. Akin to sweat. Not the sweat from under his own arm, but the sweat that came from his forehead. Wasn't a bad smell, just odd to his senses.

Francis shrugged at the mystery. It was time to explore. Maddie had asked, nay demanded, things to be made even. Who was he to deny her?

Holding the hole by it's edges with his left, Francis started gently probing every part with his right. He took his time to run fingers along the red pubes he could see. The hair had obviously been cut recently, there was an 'edge' that he often felt with his own facial hair. Moving a thumb against the grain he felt each individual hair flick and tickle against his finger.

Tracing slowly downward, he immediately felt the heat coming off of her. Her skin there was flush red. When he pressed a little bit harder and pulled away quickly, there was a brief moment of white as the blood was pushed away, just to flow back again.

Just for the fun of it, Francis rubbed hard in a circular motion around everything. The white line, like a snake, traced behind his finger and was quickly subsumed back into red. The motion happened quite smoothly to his surprise. The liquid she had spilled was quite slick.

Slick, fluid, down there. All those facts hit him all at once. Maddie must be incredibly turned on right now. How could he have thought anything else was beyond him right at that moment.

His fingers started prodding a bit more. He pulled the slick folds to one side. Seeing the almost angry red lips behind them. Pushing the other side across to see if there was any difference at all showed nothing new that he noticed in comparison.

Francis decided to dig in a little bit deeper. He used two fingers to spread Maddies lips. The gap revealed the incredibly wet core of her. He stared at the seemingly gasping and pulsing flesh. The two holes, Francis had to rack his brains for the health class words, Urethra and Vagina, stacked on top of each other.

His fingers were liberally coated in her juices by then. A seemingly endless font of liquid was seeping out of her vagina as he continued to stare. His eyes mere inches away from her treasure. His breath coming hot and heavy, washing over her exposed parts.

Letting that part of her close, he allowed his fingers to move upwards. There was an almost mythical spot on a woman that Francis knew about, and was excited to discover on Maddie, the clitoris.

He could see the clitoral hood plainly. It's slightly darker skin folds still covering the treasure within. He used one of his fingers to slowly pry that hood back. Revealing a hard nub. What was really getting to Francis was just how big it looked compared to the memory he had from earlier today on the bus.

With the warnings of the internet on his mind, Francis gave the revealed clit the gentlest of touches with his slick thumb.

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Maddie was currently losing her mind.

She had rushed through the hallways to her next class. Grabbed a seat in the back, not even caring the slightest how this would upset the 'usual' seating arrangements, and was holding on for dear life.

Everything up until now had been, fine, good even, manageable. The thumping and the massages were stimulating, but could eventually be ignored. However, it seemed that Francis had finally found some place where he could be alone.

His fingers were moving over her. Searching, very gentle, and if she had the ability to scream at him, she would be yelling for him to get on with it.

Her eyes were drawn to the classroom clock as other students and the teacher made their way inside. The clock's minute hand ticked forward with agonizing slowness.

Everyone who was supposed to be in that class had arrived and was seated. The clock's minute hand settled onto the 12. The bell signalling the end of the transit period and the beginning of class went ringing into the air. Francis found her clit and started rubbing.

Maddie's eyes rolled up into the back of her head.

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Francis was intrigued at the fleshy little nub he was currently rubbing. He had always heard how it was a woman's 'pleasure button'. Was Maddie enjoying this? Should he be doing it harder? He only had forty more minutes before the next class. He wanted to be sure he was doing it right.

While he was keeping up that soft pressure on her clit, his eyes wandered down to the rest of her. There seemed to be something happening within her folds.

Momentarily letting up on her clit, he spread Maddie's labia to get a closer look. There he spotted the lower hole, her vagina, pulsing wildly. There was a trickle of clear liquid coming out from it. The odd scent Francis couldn't particularly place was a bit stronger as well.

Might as well explore that part of her as well. He picked up a little bit of the clear slick liquid and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger. Then made a deliberate effort to really coat his index finger.

Francis moved slowly. His finger pressing into that lower hole with almost zero resistance. He could feel soft muscle on all sides of his probing digit. And a clenching movement from the walls caught him by surprise. Right, this wasn't just some toy, this was Maddie.

He straightened his finger out and slowly started moving it in and out of her vagina. His finger moving in up to his second knuckle with ease. Drawing it out happened almost as easily. The walls were gripping at his finger as if they were trying not to let it go. Quite the odd sensation he thought, but not terrible by any means.

A minute passed and then there was a fluttering movement that Francis could feel around his finger. A rhythmic pulsing of muscle and an increase in heat and wetness. His already slick finger were seemingly flooded with juices then.

Francis took this for a good sign and pulled away for a minute to consider his next move.

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Maddie's eyes were glazed over. Her mind a hazy mess of orgasm and repression. The first one was good, a nice culmination of the previous build up. The second one which followed so soon after the first was unexpected. She hadn't known she was multi orgasmic. She also hadn't known that Francis was so good with his fingers either. Guess she was learning many new things today, just not whatever the teacher was talking about.

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Francis stared at the pussy in his hands. He knew that this was Maddie's. He honestly thought it was beautiful. But he wasn't sure exactly what to do next.

An idea entered his head and he tried to snap his fingers but couldn't because of how slick his thumb was. The G spot. He would find her G spot.

From what he recalled, that spot was on the roof of most women's vagina. And from what he could recall about health class, that was because the clit was actually some kind of band that stretched around the vagina internally. So he should be trying to find that spot somewhere just below the clit. It was supposed to be a kind of wrinkly patch apparently.

With that goal in mind, Francis had to make a slight change to how he was holding Maddie. This entire time her pussy was 'right side up' so to speak. So he flipped her around.

With that change made, he took a moment to apply those abundant juices to his middle finger. Appropriately lubed, he pressed that long digit into her vagina and curled it inwards along the top.