Take Grace's offer

"I'd like to eat my cum like a true slut," you say.

"Lovely," Grace smiles, her fingers darting out and wiping the cum off Kerri's fingers onto her own. "Come on, have a big mouthful!"

You lean over, eagerly poking out your tongue and having a lick of her cum off of her fingers. You go in for another lick, as Grace slides her fingers into your mouth, filling it with the warm, creamy cum of yours. You slurp down your thick, salty mixture, struggling to swallow it as it coats your throat, before going in for another lick. As you do, Grace's tongue darts out, your two tongues flicking against each other as you lap up your cum. She grabs the back of your head, putting you close as your lips press against each other, your tongues exploring each others' mouths as she slides her fingers between your mouth, cum coating your lips and tongues as you slurp down mouthfuls of warm, thick cum, your tongues flicking against each other.

"Oh, so delicious! Don't you think?" Grace smiles at you, cum running down her teeth and lips.

You awkwardly nod, as she wipes her fingers off your face, leaving a sticky, shining mark against your mouth.

"Tell me it was delicious, Jack."

"It was delicious," you reply quietly.

"Good," Grace grins, reaching her hands up her dress, grabbing the sides of her turquoise panties and yanking them down.

She pulls the panties out, holding them in front of you. You grab the pair, holding them out in front of you.

"Thanks," you say, stuffing them into your pocket. "Alright, I have to go."

"Feel free to, handsome," Grace smiles.

"Aw, what a shame," Saoirse pouts, before smiling at you. "Still, you were such a good, slutty little girl for us, weren't you?"

You nod shyly, as Saoirse leans in and plants a large lipstick kiss on your lips. Grace joins in too, planting a faint lipstick pattern on your cheek.

"Good girl. Now, hurry off, would you?"

You nod, before turning and rushing out the door.

"Bye, my little Jacqueline! I'll see you soon!" Saoirse waves.

With the girls bidding you farewell and complimenting you for being such a good little slut, you head out the door and into the hallway. Lifting the turquoise material, you have a smell of it. The smell is faint, yet intoxicating, seeming to last for a brief second of pure arousal before fading away, with the barest scent of a delicate perfume hidden as the after-smell.

"OK, only the jocks left. Time to run!"