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Chapter 28 by Willbot Willbot

Who is it now? What do they want?

Shy girl from other side of the room: "Semen is good for the skin?"

A shy, thin, pretty, young-looking girl with dyed black hair, glasses, a concert t-shirt, and combat fatigue pants came over to where I sat. She had very slight acne on her forehead. She sheepishly pointed at the puddle on my seat. “So… this is… supposed to be healthy for your skin?”

Sue answered, “Yeah, it’s supposed to be better than most facial creams.”

Someone in the class snickered at that. The skinny dark hair girl ignored them. It was clear where she was going with this “Could I… um… have some?” She asked.

I wasn’t sure how to respond. Not that I had been sure how to respond to any of this. “Uh… sure.”

She kneeled down in front of me between my spread legs. With one quivering hand, she reached out and carefully scooped up my seed, brushing the back of her hand against my taint in the process. She held it cupped in her hands, gently rocking it back and forth as if trying to get a feel for the consistency of the substance, and momentarily glanced up at me with her big child-like brown eyes.

“Go ahead Casey,” Sue encouraged the girl, from my right.

The girl, Casey as I now knew her name to be, plunged her face into the substance, which I then realized she had almost certainly took far too much to be entirely absorbed into the skin. I was right, and as she attempted to completely rub it into her skin, still kneeling between my legs, it instead formed a clear, shiny, oozy mask of cum all over her face.

“You’d better let it sit for the day, let it sink in, take effect. It’ll work better that way,” the girl to Sue’s right offered as advice.

“Okay, I guess I’ll leave it alone…” Casey replied, “Thanks John,” she added, standing back up and returning to her seat with a slight smile upon her semen coated face.

I looked at the clock and realized I still had the entire day to endure this humiliation, and then I realized I might have years… However, I was slowly starting to recognize some peculiar appeal of it…

The bell rang twice and homeroom was dismissed.

Head to next class, or discuss situation with Mrs. Kunt?

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