No, you still have some dignity ( of the Nerds Ending)

"No *ah* way! You fuckiiiiiing mo- *AH* moron!" you manage in between fierce strokes that have your tits shaking in full ****. The two boys exchange glances, before Tom declares, "Whatever." With that, he picks up the pace, pistoning into you nonstop. It only takes a few seconds of the rough fucking to send you into another series of convulsions, this time accompanied by molten warmth filling your cunt yet again. The camera, still unknown to you, catches your orgasm face for a third time as a trembling sigh works its way ot of your mouth.

"You're a real buzzkill, you know that Joy? You couldn't just say your lines like a good pornstar," Tom chides. "Still, getting to take you down a peg felt good. Just wait here and we'll bring you something to wear so you can get out of here."

You don't have much choice in the matter, considering your body wouldn't move even if you wanted it to. You just lay there, barely out of view from the sidewalk, and hope that your "saviors" return before anyone else finds you. Or the hobo wakes up.

You're not sure how much time passes, but you're relieved to hear Jerry's and Tom's voices. They turn the corner, and behind them follow 4 other geeks, all from your school. Gulp.

"Here she is boys, as promised," Tom declares proudly. You attempt to cover up, the shame of being nude in public quickly returning, but the boys make short work of your efforts by pulling your hands away and spreading your legs. A couple guys comment about the size of your tits, which you'd be plenty proud of under different circumstances. Instead, you're irritated that they even get the privilege of seeing them.

"Okay, you've had your fun, now let me go," you warn the group. Tom just laughs. You're flipped over onto your stomach, and you suddenly realize that the boys are here for more than a demonstration. The losers prop you up on your hands and knees, and in record time, you've got 3 dicks inside you.

The boys take their turns with you until the sun sets, and any thought of denying them the pleasure of making you cum vanishes entirely, as you're soon lost in one endless orgasm. The fucking feels amazing, but the fact that you're giving up home plate to these dweebs in a back alley feels beyond humiliating. More than once, they mention filming you, but you're too overwhelmed with dick to notice. It isn't until all 6 of them whip their phones out and take pictures of you, laying there as an exhausted, cum-covered mess, that the reality sets in.

"You... you're not posting those online, are you? They're just for personal use, right?" you ask in a panic. "Yeah, personal use," Tom replies, "because we're going to personally use you every day after school from now until graduation, unless you want these all over the Internet."

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You're laying on top of a desk, head and ass hanging over the edge as a couple of losers spitroast you. Just another day in suburbia for Joy the Fucktoy of Social Rejects. Looks like these nerds have been using an empty classroom to hang out after school for a while, and now it's where they go to fuck your brains out. And, naturally, the bastards have a tripod set up to get more **** on you every day. You've probably been filmed more times than most amateur pornstars at this point.

But at the very least, they don't seem to have leaked anything online. They seem to be keeping tightlipped about all of this, too. Your social standing hasn't dropped at all, though your friends have been skeptical of your sudden lack of free time after school. You still walk the halls like a queen, eliciting looks of envy from girls and yearning from boys... and knowing grins from the dweebs.