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''I'm going to make you our official fucktoy. Not just the team, mind you, but the whole sex-starved school." As the final cumshots coated our faces each of the boys collapsed against the wall, Denise slurped gobs of sperm from my forehead, eyebrows, cheeks and chin, then mercilessly spat it into my open mouth. Then she stood, grabbed two of the men by their cocks, and began leading them from the room.

"Yup! That's what I'm gonna do!" she grinned. "Would you like that, bitch?" I nodded quickly, realizing that an almost continuous orgasm I had been feeling was starting to subside. Denise slapped the two men she had been leading on their asses; they grinned and gave me a quick wave before leaving the room. The others filed out until it was just Ben, Todd, Denise and Justin-her boyfriend—staring at me, lying on the floor of the Biology room, buck naked, my clothes in absolute shreds, in a huge pool of thick, white man-spunk.

"What do you think, boys?" Denise asked the others. "Shall we pimp the little whore out to the rest of the seniors? There are a lot of guys—and girls for that matter—who could really use a good, hard fucking once in a while." As she spoke she picked up a clear beaker from the table. She began using her index finger, dragging it across her face so that the remaining gobs of milky semen spilled into the glass.

Ben nodded. "From now on, Katie, whenever you're at school, you better be dressed up like the fucking whore we know you are."

"That means short skirts, darling," Todd chimed in. "I'm not just talking about 'above the knee'. You should be in something not much thicker than a fucking belt."

Denise, now holding a beaker that was almost half-filled with cum, walked up to me and kneeled down. "Open," she commanded. I obliged, and she began pouring the salty fluid down my throat. "Drink."

As I gulped down the thick semen, she ran her fingers through my hair. "Anything you can wear to make yourself look as slutty as possible. Fishnet stockings, skimpy halter tops, long leather boots. Do you understand? "

I nodded.

Denise nodded cruelly. "Good," she said. "You know where we all hang out before classes start. Near the bleachers?" I nodded again, and the fucking cunt just smiled. "Be there by 8:30. You got that, little whore?"

Wordlessly, I nodded one more time.

"Very good. We'll see you there. Goodbye, my sweet little cocksucker!"

As they turned to go, I suddenly stopped them in a panic. "Wait!" I cried, and all three of them turned halfway around. "My—my clothes," I stammered. "They're—they're all torn to shreds. How the hell am I going to get home?"

Denise just shrugged. "Deal with it, slut!" she said, smiling sweetly. And then they were gone.

And that's how I ended up on the floor of the Biology lab, totally spent, covered in white, sticky sperm-juice on a Tuesday night. Part of me couldn't believe what I'd just done, but the rest of me was in absolute bliss. I had never known that I liked it so...so dirty. I never guessed that such filthy language would turn me on so much. It wasn't even that I was being dominated; l had certainly taken my turn at slapping Denise—and even some of the guys—around. It was just good, hard, get-treated-like-a-cumslut sex. And what's more, as raunchy as it got, it stayed about sex. No pissing, no sucking-cocks-right-out-of-an-asshole (although I certainly had a longing to get fucked in the ass soon enough!) or anything really disgusting. I mean, the cum turned me on. I had no problem with cum. I loved getting covered in the stuff like a naughty little schoolgirl whore. That's what turned my crank.

And although I had no idea how I was going to get home, that was part of what I loved about all this. Used and abused and left in a salty pool of thick, sexy semen like the little slut I now knew I was. Somehow I'd find a way home. I giggled. I'd probably get fucked on the way! And then there was tomorrow morning. My heart raced. What would my Daddy say when he saw his sweet, innocent little teenaged daughter decked out in hot leather pumps and a come-fuck-me outfit? I shivered again. My poor Daddy would probably cream right there in his pants.

Yup. I had no idea what this was all going to lead to, or where it was going, but one thing was for sure.

It was going to be one hell of a ride.