All four boys get their rocks off. So do you

"Yeah that's it, Jenny, take it deeper," Brandon urges, pushes his dick against the back of your throat. You ****, but never miss a beat as your hand pumps up and down John's dick. Brandon's dick slides forward, placing him squarely in your throat as your gag reflex abates.

"A natural slut. Fuck me harder, bitch," Leo urges from behind, spanking your ass with each thrust.

You squeal at the startling pain, and jam your ass backward, the incredible sensation making you moan around Brandon's cock, your voice becoming louder and louder as you get closer and closer to an orgasm.

Then abruptly you reach the edge and scream. Only Brandon's dick keeps the entire library from rushing over to find out who's being murdered, and the boys just laugh.

"Look, a screamer and a squirter," Leo says with a strained voice. "Both signs of a true slu... uh....." he stops, face screwing up and motions intensifying. You're too lost in your own orgasm to feel him spurting him cum deep into your spasming pussy, and it's only as you're starting to come down from your own orgasm that you feel him pull out.

Damian hands off the phone to Leo, nearly dropping it in his haste to get behind you.

"Aw man, I wanted to fuck her next. All I'm getting is a handjob here," John complains.

With a gasp Brandon grabs your head and yanks you the last inch forward over his dick until his wiry pubic hairs tickle your nose and his semen starts shooting straight down your throat.

"Use her mouth," Leo grins, and John needs no more urging than that. He practically shoves Brandon aside in his haste to reach your mouth, and Brandon's dick has barely popped free of your greedy lips before John's own surprisingly thick member replaces it.

Shorter than Brandon's cock, John's makes up for it by being the thicker, but you hardly pay attention to that as you find yourself cumming a second time, squealing around your new cock-gag.

"This is so fucking hot," Brandon grins. "She was never like this when we were going out. She'd act all bored and stuff. I had a hard time keeping it up sometimes."

"Well she's not going to act bored for you anymore," Leo tells him, moving around you with the camera, making sure to get some good close-ups of your ecstatic face and clearly wet pussy. Embarrassing squelching sounds are recorded loud and clear by the expensive phone, but your mind is hardly aware of them as anything other than things meant to give you pleasure.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming," Damian exclaims, and jams himself into you a few more times, setting you off a third time as his seed spews deep within you.

"Roll her over. On her back," John gasps as Damian pulls out. Shrugging, Brandon steps forward, yanking on your arms and legs until you realize what they want.

With a few more strokes john pulls out, groaning loudly as spurts of cum spray out over your face. The initial drops fly past your chin and splatter your stomach, the next paints your tits, then your neck, then your mouth, and finally your nose before he runs out of juice and ekes out a few more drops that he lets fall on your forehead.

"Holy fuck dude, that's more cum than I'd produce in a week!" Brandon exclaims, staring at the large deposits adorning your body. "You must not have gotten laid in a long time."

"Fuck that," John snaps back, "I always cum like that. Well, a little less usually, but not by much."

With your limbs feeling heavy from exertion you lay there, feeling the shame roiling over you, mixed with a strange sense of fulfillment. Like you actually liked being taken with no say in the matter.

As caught up as you are in the embarrassment of the situation you only barely notice the four boys zip up and leave. You lie as you are for a minute, almost as if waiting to see if anyone else wants to fuck you, but then the buzz of the situation starts to wear off and the horror of the situation dawns.

Creeping back to the book stacks you find your skirt and shirt, and pull them on before remembering the cum on your body.

Grimacing, you look around for your purse, and eventually settle for simply smearing the cum into your skin. As long as you don't have any close-ups you should be able to get back to your place and clean up properly. But who had taken your purse?

Pushing that aside you hustle out of the building, ducking your head so that no one will see the tell-tale signs of a freshly fucked slut.