She tells him to cum on her.

"Cum on me," Nat hears herself gasp. "Fucking...cum on me!" {if Intellect > 60}That'll keep me from going too far, at least...{endif}

The boy fucking her tightens his grip on her leg and her stomach as he pumps aggressively into her. "Hell yeah. You want me to paint you?"

"Yes," Nat moans. "Give...give me that cum..." She's so close she can almost feel it, the sticky-silk damp of it on her skin. She wants it.

"All right, babe. Here...you...go...HRAHHH!" The boy lets out a guttural groan as he slams himself home into her one last time, making Nat gasp, then pulls himself out of her. His cock is already spasming, and he moans as he jerks it furiously. Nat, panting at the sudden absence between her legs, teeters on the precipice until he finally moans and cums, white jets of semen flying out of his dark cock and landing hot and gluey on Nat's pelvis, stomach, and breasts.

The cum tingles as it makes contact with her skin and Nat moans, eyes rolling back in her head slightly as his spunk pushes her over the brink and she cums as well. Her body shakes as the orgasm ripples up and down her. Oh...fuck...yes... Dimly, she's aware that he's still cumming, spurting a truly remarkable amount of jism onto her - she must be nearly coated in the stuff by now. As she comes slowly down from her orgasm, she hears him laughing above her.

"Damn, girl, you sure know how to make me feel good and you look good," he says with a chuckle. "I ain't cum that much in ages!"

{if Sluttery > 60}"Mmmm. Lucky me," Nat purrs, stretching contentedly.{elseif Sluttery > 30}"That's...that's good," Nat mutters hazily, trying to regain her composure.{else}"I...I'm glad," Nat mutters, trying to get her mind back together.{endif}

"Always wanted to fuck a slut in a locker room. Hey, maybe you ought to try out for some kinda team, huh? If this is what gets you going."

"Mmm."

"Dang, still coming down? Well, no worries. Listen, I gotta finish my shower. Thanks for the fuck - I'll just clean myself off real quick and then be out of your hair, heh." Before Nat can process what's happening he's pulled her up by the hair, making her yelp slightly, and is using her hair to wipe off his slick cock. "See you around, babe. Fuck you again sometime, if I get the chance. Not all of you greens know what men deserve; this was nice." Nat collapses back on the bench as he releases her and she hears him stride away, whistling.

For a few moments she just lays on the bench, processing the afterglow of her fuck, trying to get her mind running on its proper tracks again. {if Sluttery > 60}That was great. I should do that...all the time.{elseif Sluttery > 30}Mmmm...that was a lot, but...good.{else}That was...I can't believe I...did that.{endif} Her fingers trace idly through the thick liquid coating her belly and circle a tantalizing, still tingly nipple. There's something deeply satisfying about the sensation of sliding his cum over her skin. Finally, though, she manages to roll up from the bench and stagger forward. Have to get my shower done...and head out. She sighs and shakes her head, gathering her wits. That's right. Day's over...gotta head home. Glancing down at herself, she {if Sluttery > 50}smiles{else}blushes{endif}. She's well and truly coated with white spunk.

As Nat heads for the entrance of the locker room, she hears a groan to one side and glances down the row of lockers. The blackband who'd been getting spitroasted is lying on the bench there, legs spread. One hand is between her legs, two fingers plunging gently in and out of her cunt. The other is collecting thick semen from across her body - this girl has it worse than Nat does - and scooping it greedily into her mouth. As Nat watches, the girl tilts her head to one side and makes eye contact with her, blinking languidly.

"Hey, sister," the blackband says with a lazy smile.

Nat swallows{if Sluttery > 60}, trying to repress the flush of heat between her legs{endif}. "I'm not your sister," she says firmly.

The blackbanded girl just smiles more widely. "Looks like it to me-eee," she says, sing-song. Nat grits her teeth and heads for the door.

As she's heading out, a small group of naked boys come through it, fresh from their shower. "There she is!" one whoops, grabbing Nat's arm. Nat lets out a panicked yelp before one of the others intervenes.

"You dumbass, she's got a green band. Sorry, babe," the second boy says casually, as the first one drops her arm, looking chastened. "It's just that Frank and Kyle told us they'd spitroasted a blackband in here - you haven't seen her, have you? We were planning to run a train on her ass."

Nat, too stunned to speak, points toward the locker row, and the boys give her a nod and a series of waves, nods, thumbs-ups, and (more than a few) leers for the sticky white coating still visible on her body. As she hurries out the door, she hears a yelp of surprise, some cheers, and then an escalating sequence of feminine shrieks. {if Sluttery > 80}God, I could...could use that...haven't had anything in my ass for a bit...{elseif Sluttery > 60}Sisters? Could I...no. No, never.{elseif Sluttery > 30}Oooh. Sounds rough, but...she's the kind who needs it. That's what you get for wearing the back band.{endif} She rushes into the shower, attracting more than a few glances and some whoops and applause from boys who see her covered in cum, and manages to rinse off and finish her shower without any further incidents. The showers are mostly emptied now, after all - though a small knot of boys in one corner are gangbanging some poor girl, too thickly gathered around her for Nat to make out the details. She shudders as she hurries past them and back into the girls' locker room, where she dries off, dresses, and follows the others out toward the buses.