It's a tie

The boys quickly declare a tie, even though you're pretty sure you swallowed first, but they clearly just want an excuse to plaster both of their classmate's slutty faces, rather than just finishing in one girl's mouth. You figure this is just as well, since they were likely to give you a facial for winning anyway, which would probably get licked off by Heather before you can get any. At least this way you can share.

Kyle and Matt quickly pull out of your asshole and press your face so hard into Heather's that your heads conk together, which both of you thoroughly enjoy after drinking so much of their piss. Bazzle pulls out of Heather to join his friends in the circlejerk above you, happy he gets to at least cum on your face. The two of you stare up at the masturbating nerds, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongues out like baby birds ready to be fed.

Matt shoots first, quickly followed by Kyle, neither of which seem to be making any effort to aim for the easy target of your extended tongues, instead going for maximum coverage of your faces; the first thick rope laying directly over one eye each before they trade targets to get a good shot on both of you.

The next several flying doses of your lifesaving medicine cross your cheeks, forehead, and nose, with a good amount of landing in your hair as it flies over your head. You think you're going to be able to keep one eye clear as they begin to finish up, but they both ooze the last dripping shot into the remaining open eye of each of you to complete the package.

There's only a small amount of jizz that actually made it into your mouth, and that's just what accidently dripped onto your tongue from your upper lip before Bazzle finally starts to cum. He does his best to distribute his dose equally between the two of you, properly aiming for your gaping mouth, striking the back of your throat with a high velocity shot, then doing the same to Heather before switching back. He tries to shake of the last bits off on your tongue, but ends up flinging it on your face to join the rest of your bukkake as he finally finishes.

You swallow what you managed to catch when you can tell they are done, gulping down less than half of Bazzle's load, but your eyes are too covered with thick jizz to see where to lick on Heather's face as the boys push your heads together and demand you clean each other. A strange fight quickly breaks out between the two of you as you both try to blindly lick each other's face at the same time, scrambling to be the one to devour the most cum without being able to see.

You try to hold Heather still by grabbing her hair, as she does the same to you, so you up the ante by grabbing one of her huge breasts and twisting her nipple. She does the same to you and the two of you begin having involuntary orgasms from the pain as you're both drunk on piss, moaning loudly as you try to lick each other clean. You manage to suck up a large glob from Heather's eye socket, but she tries to steal it by sticking her tongue in your mouth, so you bite it, making her cum hard.

The two of you begin to forget about trying to clean off as you realize making out is much more fun, hurting each other for sexual gratification while snowballing a huge portion of the nerd's cum. They watch on, transfixed; practically ready to donate again. But before they can think about that, a loud bell chimes in the distance overhead.

"Oh, FUCK! Was that the second bell? We're gonna be late!" The boys quickly grab their things and run off to homeroom without a single word, now that they are spent.

Finally alone, the two of you are finally able to clean up in peace without your friends cheering you on, quickly sobered by the fact that you're going to be late as well.

"Oh... uh... I don't... uh... Know where my homeroom is...." Heather slurs out drunkenly as you lap the last oozing shot you can find on her face and begin trying to suck it out of her hair. You realize you don't really know where to go now either, since it's a new school year and you haven't memorized your schedule yet.

Heather pulls out her schedule and compares it to yours, to see if you're in the same class as you try to get your bearings, feeling the effects of the piss more than you expected. You have a pretty high tolerance for the ****, having been used as a urinal by your family for the entire summer, usually **** to chug a full morning piss from both your father and your brother, as well as any other man in the house. A few of your neighbors even make it part of their daily routine to stop by and ask your parents if they can "use their bathroom" and relieving themselves into your throat, sometimes leaving a donation to show their appreciation. You're pretty sure every guy that walked into your house over the summer practically made it a point to piss in your mouth or on your face at least once before he left, so you practically never left the bathroom, to save everyone the trouble of dragging you there by the hair when they had to go. They would even dump you in the bathtub to sleep after fucking you until you lost consciousness on most nights, just to be able to piss on your sleeping face without it soaking into your mattress, since you're not awake to drink it. At this point, you're used to more than ten bladderfuls down your throat a day from your father and brother alone, including visitors and friends it can be more than twenty, leaving your belly constantly sloshing with way too much of your favorite drink and giving you another excuse to never leave the bathroom as you have no one to drink your pee for you.

Still, most of the time you get a break between each bladderful as the man uses one of your holes to milk out a donation for you, not to mention that you're rate-limited by drinking it from the thin stream of a pissing cock. You're pretty sure Matt and Kyle just ****-fed you at least five bladderfuls, which is a lot to take all at once, even for you. Especially as you begin your first day back at school.

"Guhh... we're not in the same homeroom..." You drunkenly deduce, staring at the swimming words on your schedule and comparing it to hers. Heather is a year below you, so her homeroom is different, but also each of your classes are more advanced, such as taking 'Anal 2' rather than her 'Introduction to Anal' class.

"Oh, your homeroom is just across the hall from mine... Come on... I'll take you there..." You kindly offer, nearly stumbling yourself as you try to help Heather to her feet.

You try your best to look normal as you shuffle down the hall, leaning on each other for stabilization as you try to make your way through the empty hallway to your homeroom. You try to make it look like you just finished a rough gangbang and you're both still dazed over it, which is pretty much what happened, you just don't want don't want to appear drunk on piss while at school, since that would get you in trouble.

*tsk*"Put your tits away, sluts!" A teacher shouts at you from a classroom as you pass, making you realize one of your ample breasts slipped out the side of your halter top, but even worse, Heather is wearing her tight tube top as a belt. You fix your clothing, trying to make sure a small hint of areola is still poking out the side like your dad insisted and threading your thong string back between your pussy lips from where Kyle pulled it to the side to use your ass, then helping Heather stuff her mountainous cleavage back into her tube top, trying to keep her from moaning as you adjust her nipple positioning.

The teacher seems satisfied and doesn't pursue as you continue down the long empty hallway, already very late to homeroom. You point Heather at the room number written on her schedule and practically wince as she stumbles inside, using the doorknob for support and nearly falling over as it swings open then suddenly slams closed behind her. You worry for a moment, mostly that she might tattle on you once she's caught, but try to compose yourself properly as you walk into the room across the hall.

You nervously turn the handle, hoping to sneak in unnoticed.