Not for long

Richie took a moment to process her question. He was so greatly aroused by her cum-splattered titties that he simply clenched his asshole and his dick sent another load flying through the air and drizzling Amy's forehead like mustard on a bun. After that she was definitely done being generous. "Ugghh! Fuck you, Richie!" Her disgust was winning out for the time being.

Frightened by her perceived anger, Richie left the room pulling his shorts up just high enough for any women walking by to see the ugly head of his penis peeking out at them like a dick tucked in a blanket.

Amy pulled out a small package of tissues from her pocket and wiped her face off, doing her best to clean her chest afterward. There was still a bit of nutgunk on her tits, but she assumed it wouldn't be noticeable. Besides, she had to save her tissues. There was only four left…

KNOCK KNOCK! She had just gotten her sleeveless gray halter top back over her massive boobs when there was a knock at the door. Speedy opened the door and darted inside holding a baseball cap close to his thin belly. "Hey, Amy. What's on your chest?" He said examining her tits like they were explosives and it was his job to defuse them. Amy scoffed. Of course he'd be the first to notice something sticky on her melons.

"What the hell is going on out there?" Amy could already hear her classmates clamoring to get inside her compartment while the slightly bug-eyed boy grinned at her. "Do you want to be my field trip buddy? Just say yes!" Speedy made a **** plea, but the compartment door slid open and Greg let himself in. Amy quickly recognized Harbin and McClurg standing in the hallway.

"Nice try, Speedy." Greg grabbed the mousy kid by his collar, trying to look intimidating with his expensive bowlcut. "She's mine. Understand?" The cruel and conniving nerd always had to get his way. Unlike the others, he was smart enough to realize Amy was the only girl he had any chance with and he didn't want anyone else touching her until he'd dumped his load in her pussy.

"Look in the hat!" Harbin shouted. The chunky boy already had a reputation for being the tallest (and grossest) 18-year old in their class and it didn't help that he had only a vague understanding of what was acceptable discussion in public. "I wanna see if Amy's gonna be eatin' my ass during this trip!"

"Ew! What the fuck?" The pretty blonde grimaced and threw up her hands causing her tits to bounce pleasantly between her elbows.

Surprisingly, she wasn't the only one who looked disgusted. Speedy and Greg looked absolutely disgusted by Harlan and for good reason. The boy had terrible hygiene and you could see various bacteria cultures on his unwashed shirt, thriving near his pits and lurking in the various meat stains that clung to the fibers and made an excellent treat for the boy when there was nothing else around. His disgusting clothes and constantly-sweating droop he called a gut were sickening enough. No one wanted to think about his backside or anything in the same zipcode as his sweatpants.

"Somebody just tell me what the fuck is going on?" Amy asked, dreading the answer.

"It's a raffle, duh." Speedy pulled his cap from his belly and showed her the handful of paper scraps. Each with the name of some lucky pervert, hoping to take Amy's virginity.

It was rare they ever saw the big-titted blonde angry but it was always worth it when she blew. Amy went red in the face bursting into insults and threats for raffling her off like some cheap whore. Her tits were already **** to escape her top so when Amy thrust her fists toward the floor and lifted her shoulders, her loosened shirt slid down to her elbows and her teenage jugs pushed their way out, smacking together as she boiled with rage.

By the end of it, most of the boys from her class were standing in the hall, hoping to get a glimpse of her flawless tits. She stood there huffing and puffing while her pale tits finally settled down, both capped with snowy-pink areolas and soft pink nipples. She was still ranting when she noticed the cool ventilated air causing her to perk up. Blushing angrily, she pulled her top back up and tried to calm down. "Whose idea was this?" She asked, finally catching her breath.

The boys denied any blame, but Mr. Larkin managed to push himself through the crowd of on-lookers and shoved his head into the cramped compartment.

"So who won the raffle?"