An Unexpected (and Nasty) Nightcap

The ride home was quiet, but still managed to be utterly humiliating for Amy. Randall had shown her a brief moment of mercy and decided to take her home after the long and arduous gloryhole session that would quickly become a legend among the highschool boys.

Amy was lucky that no one recognized her when she finally left the bathroom. She had stumbled out like a shellshocked soldier, dazed and tripping over her own feet.

"Whoa… I think that’s enough excitement for one day…" Randall said.

He led her back to his car, careful not to touch her. Every inch of her skin was either drenched in sweat or semen or was so sticky it was almost impossible to tell the difference where she wasn't covered in thick white globs.

Randall made sure to roll the windows down while he drove. The night's cool air was refreshing for Amy after being trapped in that bathroom stall for so long.

She weakly nodded at him. "Thanks."

He **** a quick smile. It wasn't meant to be a favor.

Amy fucking stank and the teacher was trying to air out his car.

He grimaced every time he saw her arm peel away from the seat. The highschool girl reeked of nutsack and he was worried it would cling to the car's interior. Perhaps it was karmic justice.

Most of the ride was silent between the pair and when he pulled up to her house, he raised his hand in a small wave.

"Uh, see you next week…"

She nodded with a weak grunt. Her cum slick fingers tugged on the door handle and she let herself out. She wobbled in her heels for a moment, trying to find her equilibrium as she stepped onto the sidewalk

Randall shut the door behind her even as she struggled to stand and he zoomed away.

Amy took a deep breath to collect herself. She had to breath through her mouth because there was still semen clogging her sinuses. It was like having a runny nose full of jizz.

She felt miserable, but at least she was home and now she could clean herself up and go to bed.

The teen-turned-cumdump, carefully removed her jizz spattered heels, sighing with relief. She tossed them into her family's plastic trash bin and plodded across her front lawn, enjoying the cool grass beneath her feet.

"Ahem. Getting home pretty late aren't we?"

She had almost made it to her porch when she heard Mr. Murray's voice from across the lawn.

"Oh! Hey, Mr. Murray." She gasped. "My parent's don’t mind when I stay out on the weekends. Thanks for the concern though."

She tried to brush him off, but he wasn't having it.

"Do they mind that their daughter is fucking her teacher?" He said much louder than necessary.

Amy cringed, peering around to see if anyone else was around to hear his comment. Obviously, he had seen her swallowing Randall's load. It was a short leap to accuse her of fucking him too.

"That- That's not true!" She grumbled. "Please. Keep your voice down."

"Well if you come over here, I won't have to yell." Mr. Murray grinned. "I'd hate to wake your parents up."

Amy scowled at the older man, but she did as he said, stomping until she reached his porch. He was sitting on a wooden bench and smoking a cigarette.

"That's better." He said. "So you've been getting around, huh?"

Amy wrinkled her nose in disgust. There was no way she was going to discuss her sex life with her fat old neighbor.

Despite the late hour, he was still wearing a t-shirt over his fat stomach and a pair of shorts. His legs were as pale as the moon shining above them. His bare feet sat in a tacky pair of sandals that Amy couldn't stand.

"What I do with my free time, is my business." Amy said defiantly.

"Sure it is. But all the same, I think your parents might like to know that their daughter is abusing the school education system again by fucking her teacher."

Rather than deny it, Amy called his bluff. "Nice try, but you have no proof."

"Ha, that's what you're hoping isn't it? Unfortunately, for you, that's not the case."

He pulled his cellphone from his pocket and wiggled it in front of her. He pressed a button and a video began to play. The audio was rough, but Amy could see the camera peering into Mr. Larkin's car and there she was… bobbing her head up and down the teacher's cock.

"Okay. I get it. What do you want?" Amy sighed.

The will to fight had been crushed out of her by now. It seemed everyone wanted a piece of her and it would take just one of them to bring her life crashing down around her.

The middle-aged creep grinned even wider.

"Heh heh, you know what I wa-"

"A blowjob?" Amy said. She stepped up the steps of his porch so she was on the same level as him.

"That's what I gave my teacher. So it's only fair."

Mr. Murray was stunned. First by her sudden candor and then by the smell of nutbutter wafting from her.

"Oh jesus! Why do you smell like nutsack?"

He covered his nose and tried not to gag as a couple flies swirled around the girl.

"I do not." She denied uselessly. "Now do you want a blowjob or not?"

Eyes stinging, Mr. Murray decided to take the offer. He hadn't expected her to be so willing.

"Fine. Yes. Get over here and start sucking."

Amy was already dropping to her knees. She grabbed the hem of his shorts and help him slide them down to his ankles.

He wasn't wearing underwear. Like he had been expecting her to put out.

His cock was nothing spectacular. Just another circumcised dong. It was bigger than she expected, but that was the only thing worth noting.

"Like what you see?" The older man teased.

Amy shrugged. "It's a cock. What do you want me to say?"

She had seen a lot of cock that day after all.

Mr. Murray wasn't even completely erect when Amy slipped his cock between her lips and began sucking. He was stunned, not just by her willingness, but her skill. She used her tongue and fingers to bring him to hardness.

"Ooo god. How long have you been such a good cocksucker?" He groaned happily.

With a slurp she pulled back from his cock. She looked him dead in the face and replied.

"What time is it?"

He just laughed at her straight face. The slut had a sense of humor too.

Amy went back to work sucking his pink cock into her dry mouth and fumbling with his balls.

Mr. Murray tapped his toes as his neighbor's daughter took him into her throat and began slamming her face into his crotch.

His toes scrunched and his eyes crossed as her drool spilled down his shaft. His thighs were jiggling against Amy's cheeks as she gave the man immense pleasure.

Amy **** herself to gag, intent on making Mr. Murray explode just like the men in the bathroom stall. Her gagging became quite loud until it echoed through the entire block. Fortunately, it was a quiet night and there was no one else to listen in but racoons and stray dogs.

Mr. Murray wanted to grab her hair, but he thought twice when he saw that it was crusty and brittle in various places. He settled with thrusting his hips every time Amy brought her head down.

She took it in stride, pushing herself even harder until his cock was balls deep in her teenage throat.

Her eyes rolled back after one thrust went further than she expected. There wasn't much light, but Amy's face glistened with nutslop and saliva.

Mr. Murray could see her eyes were bright pink as well, but he couldn't tell if he was the cause. He enjoyed treating her mouth like a cumdump all the same. His fat balls jiggled each time she engulfed his schlong until they clenched and he felt himself about to climax.

"Here it cums, you little skank!"

"Huurrrkkk!" Amy pushed his cock down her throat.

And then she held it there. She wagged her tongue over his balls, looking like a depraved whore.

SPLOOOORRCH!

His jizz load splashed the back of her throat before it filled her mouth. She tried to swallow quickly, but she gagged unintentionally and sent a wave of ballslime spilling from her lips and onto his balls.

The taste was savory and bitter, but compared to the other loads she had taken, it wasn't that bad.

Mr. Murray was a quick shot. He delivered a mouthful of splooge down her throat and then his cock gave a few weak sputters as it softened up.

Amy swallowed everything she could and everything else she made sure to lap up. She cleaned her fat neighbor's cock of semen with her tongue, polishing his balls until they were cleaner than they were in the first place.

"Hoo, good girl. That was great." He moaned. His thick legs were still shaking stiff. He'd be sitting on the bench for a few more minutes.

Amy on the other hand was ready to call it a night. Had been, long before that bathroom stall…

She cleared her throat of jizz and used her thumb to collect any semen still on her lips.

"Alright, Mr. Murray, it's really getting late. I'm gonna go now."

She stood up with a defeated sigh. This was her life now.

"That's fine, Amy." The fat man was completely content. "Have a good night."

"Good night."

She flashed a smile and then darted back home. He wasn't sure, but he thought he could hear her stifling sobs.

That night Amy would shower until the hot water was exhausted and she still wouldn't feel clean enough.