Finish up the show, but then see to herself

I shot him a wink, blew him a kiss, and started gargling his semen for all I was worth. After I'd given them a suitable show, I closed my eyes and swallowed.

The two of them just stared at me for several seconds, absolutely speechless. Adam was the first to finally speak.

"Wow," he said, clearly in awe. "That was amazing. Thank you."

I stood, straightening my trashy get-up. "No problem, sweetie!" I beamed. "Next time I'll let you fuck me, but for now I've got to get home."

The janitor nodded, grinning. "You're a real firecracker, sweetheart. Don't ever lose that attitude of yours."

I wiggled my tits at him. "I don't plan to! See ya later, sexy!" And with my ponytail bouncing behind me, I bounded down the hall and out the nearest door.

I was still a little damp from my shower but it was a very warm night out for October. After playing with Adam and the janitor, that naughty tingle deep in my twat was only getting stronger.

I got a dozen steps from the doors before a breeze stirred the air and I felt my nipples hardening against the thin top. My borrowed skirt swayed a little and the heat between my legs was building.

Fuck but I really had turned from a tease into a first-class slut in an afternoon. My pussy was demanding immediate attention.

I sat down in the shadow of a huge, old oak tree. The grass tickled my bum as I reached between my legs with my right hand and circled my clitoris with my middle finger.

Another warm breeze rustled through the treetops, and the smell of... something found its way to my nose. I switched hands and brought my right middle finger up. That was what I was smelling. The smell of my own cunt was faint but out here, away from the smells of the school, it carried. My finger was wet and the smell carried memories of man-meat and thick ropes of cum.

I ran a finger up the length of my gash. I took it slow, enjoying the feel, losing myself in a world of sensation. I could hear myself breath, and now I could smell my breath. I brushed my clit. The shower might have stripped most of the smell from my body, but it hadn’t done anything for my mouth. By now I my finger was moving in and out of my slit, nice and easy. Even if I had cleaned my mouth in the locker room, Adam and the janitor had given my enough cum to make anyone’s breath reek.

I could feel myself building but not as fast as I wanted to. It just didn’t feel right. I’m right handed and my left just wasn’t getting the job done. Of course, that would change, but for now I switched back.

I pushed a finger between my lips and found a hard, fast rhythm. The taste as I suckled my left index finger was faint and mostly me. That was a little disappointing. A couple of guys had fucked me but no one had unloaded inside. Probably for the best right now, but I really wanted to know what it felt like. To have every hole stuffed, sperm leaking around their cocks, while a crowd of their friends waited to plaster me with jizz. My right finger was pumping and stirring me up again. I shuddered at the thought of being used so thoroughly. Ramming two digits up my cunt, I finger-fucked myself for all I was worth.

I lay in grass, spent, for a while. Just a pretty little blond with her legs splayed waiting to come back to the world of the living.

At last, I caught my breath and found my feet again. Looking around, I thought some more. I had planned on heading north across the university campus. But, my need was only suppressed. I was going to need more, soon.

Glancing down, I considered myself and my options. After my encounter in the hallway and this latest solo-romp in the grass, I really didn’t care if people thought I was a whore. Or rather, I did care. I wanted them to think I was the filthiest, cheapest slut they’d ever seen. I wanted them to take me and **** my filthy holes.

Now, was I going to walk all the way or catch the number 23 bus after all?

A/N: Not sure I want to go anywhere with this but it seemed like a logical divergence.
This is heavily cribbed from the original, including the first six paragraphs, to which I make no claim.
This Katie is a bit more of a raving nympho than the original, but this could be permanent or temporary. Perhaps inspiration will strike some day.