I put on a nightshirt and made my way to bed; the thought of letting every boy at the party have sex with me raced through my mind. Although my mind said they raped me, the fact that my body was willingly helping each boy cum in me left me to wonder if that was really the case. I had a fitful night's sleep, and a dull, aching pain settled in between my legs, which woke me up as I moved during the night.
I woke up on Saturday morning around ten am and just laid in bed, the events of last night running through my head. I picked up my phone to see I had twenty unread messages; my heart sank when I started to open them up. They were a mix of kids sending me videos of my performance, friends asking me, "WTF, Molly?" and lots of boys wanting a date. Girls were blasting me as being the school slut, and pig. I erased them all, tears in my eyes; how would I go to school again and face them?
I got up and got dressed; my pussy was sore, and it hurt to walk. I went downstairs, ate breakfast, and went back to my room. I rubbed my aching pussy, and thought about all the boys who had filled it with cum last night, and I immediately thought about getting pregnant. I didn't even think about it when I was with Matt, the counselor, or when I went to the bedroom with Tommy last night. I got up, grabbed my purse, and started to walk to the drug store to get some plan B contraceptives. The lady behind the counter looked me up and down while checking me out. I felt so embarrassed.
I went home, took my first pill, lay on my bed, and fell fast asleep. It was late afternoon when I woke up. I grabbed my phone and texted my best friend Claire and the other girls who watched me getting gangbanged, hoping to explain my side of the sordid tale. My texts went unanswered all weekend, and nobody would respond to me. I woke up Monday morning feeling a sense of dread. I told my mom I was sick and wanted to stay home, but when she failed to detect a fever in me, she said I had to go. She drove me to school and dropped me off.
When I approached the steps to school, guys started whistling at me and making crude remarks. The chant of "slut, slut, slut” started. I walked by them as fast as I could and made my way to my locker; as I walked down the hall, people and kids would stop talking and stare at me. Boys that had fucked me on Friday night were pointing me out to their friends, and I wanted to die right there.
I got my books and started toward my first-period class when I noticed Claire and our friends at her locker. I walked up to them, smiled, and said,
"Hi, guys."
My greeting was met with silence.
I said, "Hey, what's up, girls."
One of my friends turned around and told me that they couldn't hang around me because they didn't want people to think they were sluts too. I was stunned; my friends were shunning me, tears welled up in my eyes, and I didn't know how to respond,
"Why?" I stammered.
"Molly, the whole school knows what you did in that bedroom; I don't want that around me," Claire said forcefully.
"I'm sorry," I said, balling my eyes out.
I was crying as the group walked off. My friends were gone. A boy approached me, put his arm around me, and told me not to cry. I didn't know who he was, but it was nice to be comforted. He then tried to move me toward the boy's bathroom, telling me a group of his friends were waiting for me there.
"What?" I said, shocked at his boldness.
"We have time. You can fuck us before the bell rings," He told me.
I pulled away from him and fled down the hall. I wiped the tears away from my eyes as I entered homeroom class. All eyes were on me, the girls looking disgusted and the boys smiling broadly, probably thinking they'd be getting some of my pussy soon.
Mr. Brandt, our teacher, walked into the room; he looked at me and smiled, shaking his head. I wanted to die right there. He knew! He passed out a school survey we had to fill out. And as the class did that, Mr. Brandt sat at his desk and played with his phone. He would look at it and then look at me, smiling broadly, I could faintly hear the audio, and when I heard boys cheering, I knew he was watching my Friday night gangbang. The bell rang, and kids piled out of the room. Mr. Brandt stepped up to my desk, smiled at me, and said,
"Hi Molly," "Are you alright? Would you like to talk about it?"
I shook my head no, and as tears rolled down my cheeks, I slipped out of my desk and ran out of the room. I encountered more harassment as I walked to my next class; it was as though everyone at school knew about it. Finally, it was lunch period; I would sit at my friend's lunch table and explain what happened, hoping they would forgive me. When I walked into the lunch room, the table we usually sat at was empty; my friends were nowhere to be found. I sat down dejectedly at an empty table with tears in my eyes and ate lunch. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and someone sat beside me. It was Tommy; he smiled at me, and I looked down, continuing with my lunch.
"Hey, how are you?" he asked.
I didn't respond,
"You sure were busy the other night; it looked like you were enjoying yourself," he said mockingly.
I just shot him a dirty look,
" You fucked fifteen boys. That was impressive," he said, as though I'd be proud of it.
He pulled out his tablet, propped it on the table, and played the video. I watched as guy after guy climbed, on me, as I energetically sucked their cocks, and humped them two at a time, while giving hand jobs to two more. Then came the shock.
"Molly, what would happen if this video was sent to your parents?" He asked softly.
I froze; I couldn't even breathe. I forced in a breath.
"Oh my God, they'd disown me and send me away, I'm sure," I answered, alarmed.
Tears rolled down my face.
"Please don't do this, Tommy. Please don't send it to them. I'll do anything," I sobbed.
There was a brief silence. Only the sound from the video could be heard.
"I can make sure they never see it, Molly," He replied.
"Oh, thank you," I mumbled.
"But it will come at a price," he demanded,
"What price?" I asked, fearful of his response.
"From this day forward, you have to do everything I tell you, and I mean anything and everything," he ordered.
"Like what?" I asked, alarmed at the request.
"From now on, you'll wear only a skirt and blouse to school, and the blouse must be sheer and see-through. You'll wear the shortest skirts. You'll never wear a bra or panties again.
"What about the dress code?" I cried.
"Don't worry about that, I handle that little problem," he said, laughing.
"You'll eat your lunch at this table every day and not take more than 10 minutes. When you're done, you'll meet me outside the back door of the cafeteria, and we'll go have some fun," he ordered.
I was so stunned my mouth hung open, and my mind raced. I was to be his slut, his sex toy to be used as he saw fit. I couldn't even speak. Then he stopped the video.
"I'll meet you at your locker before the first period in the morning. I'll know we have a deal if you come to school dressed like I want. You can't stop your parents from learning about you if you don't," he told me bluntly.
He got up and left. I buried my head in my arms and cried. I managed to make it through the rest of the school day; none of my other teachers let on that they saw my video. I went home and locked myself in my room, trying to find a way out of this nightmare. If I went to school officials or the police, my parents would be notified. My friends had deserted me and wouldn't help me. As hard as I thought, I could not find a way out.
I considered running away, but my future looked bleak with no money and nowhere to go. It wasn't until eight pm that I realized my fate was held in Tommie's hands, and I would have to submit to his will. I looked into my closet for clothes to wear the next day. I had a sheer top, but I always wore a camisole. I removed my bra and put it on, and my eyes popped open. You could clearly see my tits; my brown areolas and hard, ugly puffy nipples were in plain view.
This one would never do. I may as well wear nothing. I searched through my closet, finding a sharp white blouse. I put it on. Again, my breasts were on prominent display, but it was better than the last one. I got lucky with my skirts because my mother would never let me buy a skirt that wasn't knee-length. I crawled into bed, dreading tomorrow.
I woke up the next day, a bright sunny day, but it didn't make me happy. I dressed, wearing a bra for now, as my mom would hit the ceiling if I came down without one, looking like that. She gave me a ride to school, and when I got out of the car, I stood there looking at the building, thinking it was my new prison. I walk to my locker, listening to the vulgar comments cast my way. I open the door and look around, not seeing many kids; I walk to my locker.
I slipped off my bra, and my nipples hardened from rubbing against the silky material. They stuck out so far that you couldn't miss them. I was beet red and so ashamed. I took my books out of my locker and noticed a large group of boys, led by Tommy, coming my way. They gathered around me.
"Well, what will it be, Molly? Are you my slut toy?" he asked loudly.
I turned to him, and he could see my tits thru my blouse. He smiled broadly and lifted my skirt, revealing my bald pussy to the boys. They began telling each other what they were going to do to me.
"I want your pussy shaved bald every day, not one hair on it, understand," He ordered in front of the boys.
"I understand," I replied as the boys felt me up.
" Good girl, I knew you'd come through," he replied, smiling.
Tommy told the boys to circle around me, block our view, and keep a lookout for teachers. He began unbuttoning my blouse, grabbing my tits before pulling it off. I moaned as he sucked on my nipples and gently bit them. He reached down and unclasped my skirt and let it fall to the floor while my naked body was shielded from plain view, the clothes at my feet everyone could see. "She's at it again," I heard girls say as they walked by.
Tommy bent me over and told me to suck his cock. I looked around; I was no longer covered, and kids walking by could see parts of my naked body. I quickly started to suck Tommy's cock, hoping to finish him off so I could get dressed. I sucked him for a few minutes, as kids walking by could see, then he told me to stand up. He told me to bend over, another guy put his cock in my mouth, and Tommy felt my wet pussy, and shoved his cock into me.
"Um, um, I moaned.
He fucked me hard. I felt a warmth in my thighs, a guy was playing with my tits, and I was getting excited. The guy I was blowing grabbed my hair and forced his cock into the back of my mouth, Tommy was pounding my poor pussy, and I couldn't fight the feeling. Being fucked in public with people watching made me so hot.
"Um, um, um," I moaned in pleasure as I came in the school hallway.
"Oh, fuck, your pussy is tight, Molly," Tommy cried out.
I was moaning loudly as the cock in my mouth erupted.
"Oh fuck yeah," The boy exclaimed loudly.
His balls emptied into my wanting mouth. I heard Tommy grunt.
"Ugh, yeah, fuck," he moaned, and his balls emptied into my receptive pussy.
I was now Tommy's slut, his to command, and my pussy was his to give out as he pleased.
They both pulled out and high-fived, having made me cum. Tommy told me to put my clothes back on, and I hurried. Tommy looked at my skirt and said this is way too long; he began to roll my waistband up, and my skirt started to reveal more and more thighs until it rested just below the cheeks of my butt. He took the front of my skirt and tucked it into the waistband, revealing my freshly fucked pussy.
"Leave your skirt like this till you walk in the door of your homeroom class," Tommy ordered as the boys laughed.
I could feel cold air running between my legs, my pussy tingled in the cool air, and my nipples were as hard as a rock and sticking out obscenely.
Tommy unbuttoned three buttons of my blouse, exposing my tits. He told me to leave my blouse untucked; he rolled up the bottom and tied the two ends just under my breasts, exposing my belly. He told me to meet him outside the back doors of the cafeteria when I finished eating, and then they walked off. The bell rang; I grabbed my books and ran to homeroom class. When I got there, the door was closed, which meant I was late, I opened the door and stepped in, and the whole class started laughing.
I glanced in the mirror on the wall, and my face turned beet red, my hair was a mess, My tits were in plain view, my big nipples stuck out, and my skirt barely hid my charms. As the class laughed, I took my seat, and Mr. Brandt smiled as he approached me.
"Did you forget a few things today, Molly?" he asked, chuckling.
I wanted to die. The laughter died down, and Mr. Brandt started to address the class. He removed his chair behind the desk and set it on the side. Now, he was right in front of my desk. I blushed as I knew his eyes were set on my freshly fucked pussy. I fidgeted in my seat, closed my eyes, and then spread my legs apart, giving Mr. Brandt a Birdseye view, my pussy growing wet as I did.
My mind was spinning. I had no idea why I was flashing my teacher, but I was so hot that my face grew flush. When I opened my eyes, Mr. Brandt was on the blackboard, writing the numbers 1-2-3-4-5 at the top with a space between them. Mr. Brandt asked if we knew the five principles of a good citizen. A bunch of kids raised their hands, as did I. Mr. Brandt looked at me.
"Molly, would you write them on the blackboard for me," he asked with a shit-eating grin.
I looked at him in horror. Slowly, I rose from my seat, trying my best not to show my charms, and I walked to the blackboard and took the chalk. I faced the board and started to write on the board when Mr. Brandt stopped me.
"No, Molly, at the top of the board by the numbers," He instructed me.
The class chuckled as I looked up at the top of the board and reached up a bit, but I couldn't reach it. I stood on my tippy toes and stretched as far as possible. And when I did, my skirt raised like a curtain exposing my bare butt cheeks and the rear of my pussy to Mr. Brandt and the whole class. The girls gasped in shock, and the guys cheered and laughed.
"Quite class," Mr. Brandt scolded, "go ahead, Molly, continue,"
Tears rolled down my face as I wrote on the board; all the while, my charms were exposed to the class. I finished and raced to my deck desk; I just sat frozen, still sobbing. Mercifully the bell rang, and I fled the room; as I walked down the hall, boys would come up beside me and feel my bare tits, and fondle my pussy and ass, as others looked on.
Tommy must have been telling people about our encounter in the hall earlier. I could tell my teachers noticed my change in dress, but they didn't say anything about it. It was lunchtime. I sat at my empty table; all eyes were on me. I quickly ate my lunch and hurried out the back door of the cafeteria. Tommy was waiting with four other boys.
The back hallway in school was always empty; next to the cafeteria was the pool, and above it was the gym. There was a stairway that went down from the cafeteria. I didn't know what was down there, but that's where we headed. It was dark at the bottom of the stairs. Tommy had a key to unlock the door, and we all filed in. Tommy turned on the lights and locked the door; it looked like an old locker room; stools and lockers were against the walls; Tommy said it was the old wrestling team's locker room.
There was a large mat on the floor, four inches thick. The boys started to undress; it was clear what was about to happen. I unbuttoned my blouse, took it off, and folded it up; I removed my skirt and put it with my blouse. I walked to the middle of the mat. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I awaited my fate. The naked boys joined me on the mat.
"On your knees and spread wide," Tommy ordered.
I felt something cold on my bunghole, and a cold liquid filled my insides; at the same time, a cock was slipped into my mouth. I set out sucking the cock, as the boys maneuvered me to get my holes accessible to them. I moaned as the cocks slid into me and began thrusting in and out.
"Um, um, um, I moaned with a mouth full of cock.
I was getting my tits sucked when a second cock was presented to my mouth. I pulled off the cock in my mouth and started sucking the second cock; the boys moved closer together, so I could change up cocks without moving; I alternated sucking the cocks every minute or two. I was super hot. All this attention to my body was too much. I ground the cocks in my ass and pussy, pushing my ass back to get as much cock in me as I could.
"Man, this cunt likes to get fucked," one boy said, and all the boys agreed.
I squealed as I began to orgasm, my hip bucking wildly. As they did, the boys started to cum, first the guy I was sucking. Cum flooded my mouth as I sucked it down, and I could feel the guy in my ass shooting his load in me. Finally, my pussy was filled with warm thick cum. The boys pulled their cocks out of me, and it was time for the next group to get theirs.
Again, I was positioned so the boys had access to my fuck holes, I was filled again, and the fucking began; the boys pumped my holes full of cock, and again.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck me, fuck me, give it to me," I squealed.
"She is really into this. She can't get enough," another boy offered.
"Yeah, she's a real cock slut," Tommy told the boys.
We fucked until the bell rang, and the boys threw their pants and shirts on and left; Tommy waited till I was done dressing and then re-adjusted my skirt till it was to his liking. As we walked out, Tommy said.
"See you tomorrow slut,"
"Ok," I replied and ran to class.
I could feel cum dripping out of me. When I got to my next class, I sat down; all eyes were on the cum slut; I felt something cold on my inner thigh; I dipped my finger under my skirt and pulled out a wad of cum. Without even thinking, I slipped my finger into my mouth and sucked it clean; when I looked up, I saw Mr. Taylor staring at me.
I was turning into a real slut. I made it through the eighth period, and only Ms. Riley commented on my outfit, saying I was old enough to wear a bra now and should be embarrassed walking around like that. I put my bra on at my locker and rolled my skirt down before meeting my mom for my ride home.
I got to my room and stripped off my clothes, jumped in the shower and washed off the cum, and cleaned my holes well. I went online, and with some help from the nurse from school, I was able to get a pre***********ion for birth control. They would send it to the nurse's office, and then I could pick it up. Until then, I was on a steady diet of plan B. I picked out my outfit for the next day, a purple skirt, and a white top, that showed off my tits pretty well, and if I unbuttoned the top three buttons, my tits were in full view for anyone to see.
I rolled my skirt up till my pussy just showed; I thought that I would move it here when I went to the first period with Mr. Bryant. After dinner, I got a text from Tommy, which included a video of my performance at lunch and in front of the lockers from this morning. I began to watch it. I now saw people stopping to watch me being fucked on both ends in the hall and me walking on the mat in the locker room naked and kneeling before servicing the four boys. I fingered my cunt “Tommie's new name for it," and had a nice orgasm before falling to sleep.