To the local high school

Marianne had the twitchy feeling in her pussy for a while now. It had been less than a couple of days since she went out to the local high school campus down the street. 12 years ago, it was the place where she started her adventure of constant sluttery, and even now, it was an amazingly good place to find plenty of cock. Shuddering in euphoric glee from remembering all the great times she had there, she got up to get herself ready for a full day of fun with the youths of today.

Within less than an hour, she was rolling up to the front gates of the campus, dressed in a tight blue top that exposed half of her cleavage, a matching ultra mini skirt with thigh high stockings and heels. She did not bother with any underwear of any sort, to give the young men here some easy access if they wanted to use her extremely moist cunny. Making her way inside was a bit of a challenge. The place had some mild security so she had to be careful not to get spotted, even if the situation that would unfold could be potentially fun. As soon as she was past the gate, she was skirting around the perimeter, down a familiar path that led her towards the rear of the secondary building. Unlike the cheery appearance of the the front entrance, this part of the school was a little older. It was a secluded enough area to be hanging around with a slightly obstructed view of the field round the back. A place where the seniors of all types and cliques usually went to do their shady deals, cut class and generally fool around. The unused storage rooms that she was so familiar with were still there, the doors unlocked and still as out of the way as she had remembered. The mattress where she was gangbanged by the entire football team so many years ago was still there, as well as the table where she was used by the old principal in the same room. So many fond memories of this place, and so many more that she intended to make.