No, no one helps

But in moments all the men were gone. Each one ignoring her more than the others.

"Why didn't they help?" Jill asked the professor. "I offered to fuck them more?" Jill didn't quite understand what was happening or what she was turning into, but in her mind that offer seemed impossible to fail.

"You're just a piece of ass to them." The professor advised. "You're just a cum slut. I mean, look at yourself."

Jill couldn't look at herself, but the weight of the gobs of cum as they slid over her slick body felt heavy. "Can you help me professor?" Jill asked.

"I'll help you clean up." The professor answered.

There was a small locker room next to the auditorium in case it ever needed to be used for athletic events. Professor Klein turned on a shower and directed Jill under it. The water pressed down and matted Jill's curly black hair, though not any more than the cum had already done, she assumed.

"Can you help me in other ways?" Jill asked the professor as she helped sponge the cum down off her body, the teacher tracing every curvature of her student, from her long neck down past her nicely-sized breasts to her trimmed bush. The water felt good on her skin, as it washed away the slimy cum. "I still need to fuck 400 men" Jill said quietly trying to make her point. "And if it takes a month to organize an orgy, I'll never pass."

"That does sound like a problem" Professor Klein answered.

"Well can I get an extension or something to help?" Jill asked, or perhaps begged. But the professor didn't answer and Jill knew she would be no help.

"I gave you this assignment for a reason Jill," Professor Klein said. "I can help with a number of things, but I can't change the assignment."

"But what if I don't pass?"

"Then you don't pass."

And Professor Klein did help her in some ways. She'd brought her a new outfit to wear, a frilly pink teddy with a short skirt and no panties. And she offered to drive Jilly back home.

Jill asked to be dropped off a couple blocks from her building. She wanted to walk for a bit in her teddy and enjoy the attention.

That night Jill sent an email to Ari detailing the insanity of the orgy but how she'd loved it, and outlining her new problem and asking for help. She thought fucking almost 100 men in a month was a good start, but how could she ever reach her goal?

A week later, still not having heard from Ari, Jill stood in Hebrew school wondering what her young students would think of her now. Wondering how she could be expected to mold their minds and teach them spirituality. She wondered what their parents would think. Some of the fathers would probably love to know and Jill imagined some of them had probably fantasized about her at some point. She knew the ones who stared.

Still, as she tried to go through the Torah she found herself thinking only about the black cocks that she'd sucked and fucked and the ones she would have to yet to pass her assignment. Somewhere there had to be a solution.