"I've never seen so many limp dick faggots in my life!!" Leslie yelled at some of the guys standing around hesitating to do anything with her after her outburst. She rose on her knees and buried her face on the nearest cock she could get her hands on sucking as hard as she could. Her mouth was instantly filled with cum as the teen immediately exploded nearly a liter down her throat. She gagged coughing up a small puddle of semen as one of the boys grabbed a handful of her brown mane and rubbed his large cock against her cheek.
She shrieked as this teen also came immediately arching his spunk across her pretty face and her hair. Another smelly uncircumcised cock found its way into her mouth as she coughed and Leslie continued sucking bringing a hand up around the hair covered base squeezing this guy's package. A curtain of men surrounded her and someone guided her hand to their cock covering it with their own and forcing her to jerk them off. Leslie angrily tightened her grip on the offending unit working in quick short bursts making the average looking teen blow his load prematurely.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!!" The kid screamed robbed of his moment before he was shoved away by a larger teen. At this point Leslie's face and mouth were obscured by the number of cocks touching her and working her jaw sore. Watching was nearly becoming too much for April and the chunky teen was visibly rubbing her cunt on the bench. She had gone commando and didn't care if anyone watched while she worked up a quick orgasm.
"Hey look, that fat chick wants some cock too!!" Another guy yelled drawing some of the attention to April who was laying on her back with her pink t-shirt half up exposing her huge monster tits.
"Touch her and you're fucking out of here pussy!!" Red threatened pushing her finger into the scrawny kid's bird chest. Some of the other teens booed Red while Leslie received two more blasts of cum to her face and tits. The guys were rudely shoved out of the way by one of the football players wearing his gear from the waist up. He pushed Leslie back up against the wall shoving his cock down her throat and forcing her to pound at his naked thighs as he rough fucked her throat. She raked her nails on the underside of his balls making the disguised player cry out in a shrill falsetto sounding scream of pain. The angered jock quickly grabbed the top of her head ignoring the protests of the other teens and spun her around facing the wall. She tried to throw some elbows but it was like an infant fighting an adult as she was raised by her full hips as she tried to get her bearings.
"AAAAAAAAAWWWWWGGHH!!" Leslie was shocked back to the reality of the situation as a huge member rammed into her only stopping when it penetrated her cervix. The disguised player began fucking into her tight cunt for all he was worth making her ass cheeks bounced off of his six pack abs. Leslie was making a grunting and crying noise as he snatched up a fist full of her hair and yanked it into a ponytail. He was so powerful that it almost felt like he could rip the hair from her scalp. She felt some hands at her back and a few sneaking underneath her body cupping her tits. Some managed to get their medium sized cock near enough to her face for her to suck it.
"Oh yeah Leslie, you got some really GOOD FUCKING PUSSY!!" She tried to recognize the voice but it was hard keeping her concentration as spasms of pain danced about her body. She'd had a game plan as she walked into the locker room figuring that if she was aggressive enough, she could control the situation. Whoever this asshole was; he'd shown her the error of her thoughts as he rammed into her with beast-like abandon.
"I've been watching you for a long time slut. Watching you walk around this school like your shit don't stink, watching this sweet ass of yours drive the boys wild bitch!! You act like you're fucking royalty cunt, but you're just another little girl playing fucking princess. YOU HEAR ME LESLIE?!!" His words were stinging and she fought hard to keep her tears at bay.
"I wanna hear you confess bitch! I want you to tell all of us here what a frigid little uptight, over-privileged cunt you are Leslie!!" It felt like he was getting a charge out of telling the buxom brunette what he truly thought of her even more than fucking her senseless. The thrusts behind his massive member seemed designed to cause her as much pain as him pleasure. She'd begun to rest her head on the tiled floor of the shower while someone had grabbed her left hand and wrapped it around his cock.
"When I get through with this pussy you ain't gonna walk right for a FUCKING YEAR LESLIE!!" She didn't think it was possible but whoever this guy was pounded her even harder finally making her sob loudly. She could hear her nemesis April chiding her and laughing loudly at her predicament.
"HAHAHAHAHA; CRACK THAT BIATCH OPEN!! YEEEAHHH FUCK THAT DUMB WHORE UNTIL SHE VOMITS UP ALL THE CUM SHE SWALLOWED TODAY!!" The chubby blonde had removed her shirt and was sitting on the bench topless laughing uncontrollably. Leslie's chest was on fire as she was yanked back into a sitting position still impaled on the massive member of her unknown assailant. She figured she could get him to relent by screaming but another teen quickly jumped in front of her spraying his load on her face and chest as she sputtered trying to yell.
"RIDE THAT FUCKING COCK BIATCH!!" April laughed while she struggled on top of what felt like the girth of a baton as it rammed up into her body. She tried to work her hips back and forth but it caused too much pain and another teen pushed into her mouth. She was trying to regain her composure knowing that Red was watching and enjoying her degradation. She slumped forward weakly as the small cock fucked her mouth like a surrogate vagina. She coughed and hacked as a slight squirt of semen shot partially into her mouth and across her cheek.
"Sir, could you please turn her around?" One of the gawky kids asked peering directly over Leslie's shoulder at the guy that was railing the snot out of her battered cunt.
"CAN'T YOU SEE I'M BUSY OVER HERE KID?!!" He had his mitt like hands clasped tightly around her narrow waist.
"PLEEEAAASE SIR!!" The gawky kid begged as other shoved the nude teen around trying to get him to move out of the way. A slight shove fest erupted amongst the over anxious teenagers prompting her unknown assailant to address the situation.
"YOU GUYS ARE GONNA BE RUNNING A HUNDRED FUCKING LAPS AND DOING DIAMONDS EVERY FIFTH LAP IF YOU DON'T GET THE SHIT FIXED!!" The commotion immediately ceased. Leslie tried to process what she'd heard in a mad attempt to discern the identity of the man who was currently ravaging her body and everything had become crystal clear.
"Coach Hamblen?" She attempted to look back over her shoulder when she realized that the football coach was the asshole that had been trying to fuck her to death. He held her arms fast behind her hourglass figure as he increased the pace of his humping. Leslie could feel him trembling underneath her as he speared into her an additional three times blowing his load inside her body and deep in her cervix. Before she could react the stacked brunette was tossed aside like a ragdoll as the disguised coach attempted to beat a hasty retreat through the gathering of horny and confused young men. Out of the corner of her eye the hard breathing beauty caught sight of her antics being recorded on an I-phone for prosperity by Red. April was flipping her the bird and visibly euphoric. The portly blonde was counting a thick handful of cash.
"Thanks for helping me get a new laptop to replace the one that you broke slut."
She punctuated her sentence with more cackling designed more to antagonize her rival than anything born of actual humor. Leslie's face became a twisted mask of rage and grief as she realized that her utter humiliation was a paid event.
"FFFUUUUUUUUCKKK YOU, I HATE YOUR GUTS MELISSA!!" She lost her composure and began openly crying, breaking down in front of all present. She collapsed in a fetal position surround by the crowd of nude teens and others sobbing with a grief that gave anyone with even a sliver of emotion pause. As she lay there trembling with her face twisted into a reflection of her shame, there was one thought running through her mind...a memory actually of an earlier time when she had no soul. Her mind was its own movie theatre playing and replaying the scene of one rail thin, socially awkward teen on his knees begging her for mercy as she grinned down at him. He was nothing to her at that time but a pathetic plaything, someone of little consequence that no one would care about. She'd let herself be convinced by her own personal devil's advocate that she could get away with sexually assaulting him because he was simply a geek. She had scarcely believed that the teen allowed her to force a plastic cock into his sphincter. Scarcely believed that she was able to rape a boy and get away with it. The sense of power had been overwhelming and immediately intoxicating haunting her days with the enticing memory. Before she'd known it, she'd lost control and forced the scared boy into a second rape even worse than the first. Afterwards watching him lying on his bed nude from the waist down and sobbing had pricked her conscious for the first time. She had lied to herself telling her reflection in the mirror that she was only playing around with him and that he probably liked the attention from one of Maplewood High's most popular students. Who was he after all but a scrawny punching bag for the elite and best society had to offer?!! At the height of her insanity she'd attempted a third assault on him, but had the tables turned on her due to her sheer arrogance. She found herself stripped nude in some field in the middle of nowhere while he mauled her like an animal stealing away her virtue. Her virtue...She didn't remember how long she'd been there but it was at that time that she'd had an epiphany. After he'd taken her in every conceivable way he was still filled with rage and despair over what had been done to him. She had finally come to understand the damage she'd done to him and was sincerely remorseful. She apologized meaning every word of it and he'd rejected her. Leslie Antoinette Kennedy shunned and tossed aside like trash. How come he wouldn't accept her apology? She'd probably never know because he'd been hit by a speeding car. His body rolled limply to the side of the freeway over and over again in her mind's eye. The sight haunted her and seared her insides leaving her with an indescribable pain.
