2 comments/ 66842 views/ 5 favorites Locker Room Revenge By: thoughtsakimbo He stood transfixed. The tile floor made every word, every shriek of laughter echo. The humid air from the steam bath seeped through the rest of the locker room, making him dizzy. Or maybe it was the sight of those women – all those women. Half-dressed, wrapped in towels, dripping wet, laughing, playfully touching each other as they walked to their lockers … He could only see the women who passed in front of the little hole in the wall of the utility closet. He had worked at the health club as a janitor for a full week before he discovered the hole. "Mitch, they's a little surprise in that south closet," the former janitor had told him. "I cain't tell you what it is, but it's something that will make your pecker harder than that broom handle. Heh heh heh." Then he had wiped his nose with a dust rag, scratched his balls, and shuffled away to retirement, leaving Mitch to take his place. Mitch had searched that closet the first day, but didn't know what he was looking for. Lacey panties that had been left behind in somebody's locker? Dirty magazines? By the second day, he was too busy mopping out toilets and picking up wet towels in the men's room to keep up his search. Then, one day, he switched off the overhead fluorescent in the closet and noticed a little shaft of light coming from behind one of the boxes against the wall. The peephole. By crouching down, he could see a parade of women. He brought an old bucket to use as a stool and began his daily ritual, perching on the bucket in the darkness, stroking his cock thoughtfully and watching through the peep hole for glimpses of bare ass, swinging breasts, dripping womanhood in its many forms. The best time for viewing was 6 p.m. The club closed at 7, and by 6 the women were climbing out of the pool and down off the treadmills, and heading for the locker room. Mitch hurried to get his chores done before 6, so he could have a full hour of viewing enjoyment. Sometimes, he just watched the floor through that little hole, for the parade of women's feet. The wonder of those trimmed, painted nails, the waterlogged toes coming in from the pool, and the pale, sweaty feet walking in from the gym. If a woman stood barefoot in front of the sink while she dried her hair, he had a full 10 minutes to watch her feet, to follow them upwards across lean, tanned legs, to stare at the edge of the towel, wondering at the delicious things underneath. Of course, some days he got to see those delicious things up close, when a towel would fall or the woman would casually unwrap and stand fully naked as she searched the locker for her clothes. On those days, it took all his self-control to keep from trying to thrust his cock, which was indeed broom-handle hard, through the little peep hole, stretching toward his fantasy date. But the hole was only as wide as his little finger, and anyway, how would it look on the other side of the wall, when an erect cock suddenly seemed to sprout from the wallpaper under the "No pain, no gain" poster? One night, he saw something strange through the peephole. A tall brunette woman with tiny, hard breasts had been standing naked in front of the sink – some women seemed much more shy about nakedness than others – and then had walked slowly toward the wall, behind which Mitch sat panting. Mitch thought he recognized her as Marie, the nutritionist. Maybe she was looking at the poster, he thought. But then she turned around, and put her hands on her knees, pointing her dark brown anus right at the hole. She wiggled her fanny a few times, then actually backed up, until her ass was pressed against the hole, blocking his view. Mitch blinked several times, and squeezed his cock hard. He could smell her through the peephole, a just-showered but still musky scent. What in the world was she doing? His heart pounded as he realized he could at that moment put his finger through the hole and be pushing right into that tight, sweet puckered opening …. The sudden flash of light made him gasp and let go of his cock. He turned to see the closet door had opened, and a woman stood in the doorway, her face distorted with anger. Olga, the physical fitness consultant. A fiesty, dikey little woman with red curly hair and a bush to match. He had seen her coming from the shower many times. "Stand up, you fucking pervert," she said in a cold voice, although her face was as red as her hair now. Her snug spandex exercise suit revealed a thick midriff, but muscles everywhere. She was definitely at least bi. She could probably take Mitch, he thought. Although he worked at a health club, the only exercise he'd had in months was wanking in the closet, popping beer tabs and moving his right hand on the Play Station controls. Behind Olga, the brunette appeared, now wearing a terry cloth robe that covered, but did not conceal, her flat, round ass. "See, Olga? That's what I thought. The first time I saw that hole in the wall, I figured some creep was using it to take a peek at us." Mitch was busted, and he knew it. Caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Actually, with his hand on his now half-limp cock, which had already created a leaky stain on the front of his cotton shorts. With rising panic, he watched the women approach him. He'd lose his job, at very least. Worse, they looked like they wanted to land a couple of punches on his teen-aged nose and his wandering eye. "I said stand UP," Olga said, now towering over him. "What is your name, you skinny faggot?" "It's Mitch," he said, trying to smile. "I was just cleaning up in here." "We know what the fuck you were doing," she sneered. "How long have you been watching the naked lady show?" "Just a couple of … what do you mean? I was just stacking these boxes here." "Stacking boxes while you sat here with your cock in your hand?" she asked, kicking over the metal bucket that had been his front-row seat. "You're out of here, right now. The manager will have your ass. It's up to him if he wants the cops to haul you to jail." Mitch's shoulders slumped. He knew Olga and the club manager, Stuart, had a hot thing going. He had seen them disappear, giggling, into one of the locked offices, emerging later with contented smiles. He couldn't imagine what Stuart saw in her bunchy little body and thick legs, her dikey laugh and short hair cut. But that was up to him. Olga had Stuart by the balls. Now it appeared she had Mitch that way, too. "No, wait." It was the brunette, laying a hand on Olga's shoulder. Olga seemed to like this. She waited a half-minute before she turned to face the other woman. "What is it, Marie? You want him to apologize for looking at your naked ass, and who knows how many other women's?" "No," Marie said. She stood thinking for a minute, as Mitch watched the water from her wet hair drip down her shoulder, following its curve down onto her breast before being absorbed into the terry cloth of her robe. "I just think we can handle this ourselves." "What do you mean?" Olga snapped. A little edge of intrigue was evident in her voice. "I mean, if Stu fires him, and even if the police haul him off, so what? He still won't understand the seriousness of what he did to us, as women." Olga was openly delighted at the "us, as women" remark. The tall, lithe Marie in her terry robe seemed to be bringing the other side of Olga's sexuality to the surface. "Well, what do you think should be done to him?" "Please," Mitch said. "Anything but the cops. I don't want to end up in jail for this. I've … been in a little trouble before." Marie smiled a scary smile. "I think the punishment should fit the crime. I want him to know what it feels like to be naked and stared at. And I want him to experience what a low-life he really is." Olga nodded. "We can always turn him over to Stuart afterwards. Honey, you're the one whose asshole he was gazing into. He's all yours. Let me know if I can help." Marie now walked over to Mitch and, one hand firmly on each shoulder, shoved him down onto a low stack of boxed toilet paper. It was the first time she had looked him in the eye, the first time she had spoken directly to him. Marie was rather beautiful, he noted, his cock beginning to twitch of its own accord. "Mitch?" she said, her voice almost tender. "I want you to take off all your clothes." He replied with a nervous laugh. She must be kidding. But she obviously was not. His eyes darted past her to where Olga stood like a brick blockade in front of the door. He listened for the sounds of the last few women in the locker room talking as they zipped up gym bags and started toward the door. It was closing time. "Take them off, Mitch. Right now." He untied his shoes, pulled off his socks, pulled his tee-shirt over his head, and gingerly scooted his shorts down over his ass. The women continued to stare at him, and he looked down, secretly glancing at Marie's long, thin feet with the perfectly trimmed nails, each like a little pink sea shell. With great reluctance, he slid down his briefs, sitting back, shivering on the cardboard boxes. The cardboard felt scratchy and damp under his bare butt. "Now stand up and walk around for us a little," she said, offering her hand to help him stand up. Her hand was warm, her fingernails very long and very red. He willed his cock to remain silent, despite her touch. Mitch walked awkwardly to the door and back, knowing they were watching his cock and ass, his nipples hardening in the cool locker room air. "Do it again," Marie urged, chuckling at his nervous gestures. "How does it feel, having us look at you while you're completely naked and vulnerable?" "I hate it," he said. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I looked at the women." "Well that's sweet, but it's not enough, is it, Olga?" "Nope. Not by a long shot. Not for this little perv." "Now, Mitch," Marie said, touching his arm as he walked past. Her soft voice and soft hands were driving him crazy. "Listen, honey, when I'm talking to you, I want you to look me in the eyes. Not gape at my feet." Mitch looked up at her. It was hard to read from her eyes whether she was crazy, or pissed off, or just having some fun with him. It was unsettling. "You seem to be very interested in women's hygiene, Mitch," she said. Olga smirked. "You like to see women nice and clean, don't you? Mitch nodded but couldn't help wondering: Where was this going? "I'm going to give you the treat of your lifetime, honey," she said. "I don't think the shower I just took got me clean enough. I'm going to let YOU be my shower tonight." She turned her back to him and began to lift up the lower edge of her robe. There it was again, the dark anus he had been watching when this nightmare began. "I want you to check and see if my ass is completely clean." He glanced at her, and said, "Yes, it looks fine." "Oh, you can't tell that way, honey," she said. "Taste it with your tongue. Push your tongue up inside and make sure it's really, really clean." Olga was leering from the other end of the room, enjoying the sight of Marie's full frontal nudity as well as the look of fear on Mitch's face as he leaned forward, eyes closed, and began to lick the anus. Marie stood still for only a moment, then began gyrating her ass in front of him and smashing it against his face. "Go in deep," she said. "Make sure I'm very clean." As he licked with more enthusiasm, she sighed and stroked her clit with one long finger. "Can I help you with that?" Olga asked, staring at Marie's crotch. Marie lifted her glistening finger from her pussy and pressed it against her own lips. "Shhhh," she said. "Maybe in a minute." Suddenly, Marie stepped forward, pulling herself off Mitch's tongue. "I'd love to go on, but I really need to pee. All that water I drink while I'm exercising," she said. Olga seemed to take over. "Nonsense, honeypot," she said. "You don't need to stop just because nature calls. I'm sure Mitch would be happy to be your toilet paper." Marie shrugged. "Ok, Mitch, cup your hand underneath me. And if a drop hits the floor, you'll be licking it up." She put her hands on her bony hips and leaned back, sighing again as she released her urine. Mitch tried to lap a little, enjoying the feeling of her swollen clit pressed against his tongue, but he could not keep up with the stream. Soon her pee was splashing onto his face and chest, onto the floor, and – onto Marie's feet. When she had stopped, he licked her pussy rapidly, trying to clean her up before she got angry. The sweet taste of her pee and her pussy made him grow completely hard. He nuzzled her clit with his nose, trying to distract her. "Oh, good job, you moron," Olga called out. "Don't you notice she's standing in a fucking puddle? You're going to lick up every drop right off the floor." "But first you'll have to clean my feet, Mitch," said Marie. "You let me piss all over them." Mitch got down on his hands and knees, trembling at being allowed to touch his tongue to her beautiful feet. He licked methodically from the ankles down to the toes, stopping to suck up the piss from between each toe so there wouldn't be too much to lap off the dirty concrete. Periodically, she raised her foot and pushed it against his face, almost knocking him off balance, as Olga chuckled. "Oh man, he's loving this," Olga snorted, shoving the toe of one of her basketball shoes against his red-purple hard-on. "When he's done with you, I wonder how he'd like to try these? I had to wear yesterday's socks this morning. No time for laundry! And it's so important, when your feet sweat the way mine do." Olga had taken a seat on the boxes and was removing her shoes. The smell was stronger than the smell of urine, which he had cleaned off Marie's feet – even poking his tongue up into the toe cleavage from underneath. He hoped they wouldn't notice the few spots remaining on the floor. Olga kicked him lightly on the cock, then on the cheek, with one bare, reeking foot. "Clean these up for me too, sugar," she said, settling back as the kneeling, naked man began to suck her toes. Olga's feet were not only rancid, the toenails were rough with sock fuzz and black toejam underneath. But he liked the way Marie watched him perform his cleaning duties on them. He liked that a lot. He liked the way Marie came to stand behind him, and the way she lifted her foot, still damp with his saliva, up to press against his hard cock as he hovered on hands and knees. He shuddered, which made Olga wiggle her toes faster in his mouth. Marie had begun to trace the crack of his ass with her big toe, even prodding gently at his anus. He could feel the polished nail bite into the tender skin there. He felt ready to explode. Olga, aroused by the feeling of his warm mouth on her toes and the sight of Marie, who had shed her terrycloth robe some time ago, grabbed Mitch by the back of his hair and pulled his face up, pressing it against the crotch of her shorts. "I have other areas that need cleaning, you slimey little man," she said, smashing his face against her. "I let Stuart fuck me an hour ago, and I never got to take my shower. I want you to suck me clean too." "Do you think there's still cum in you, Olga?" Marie asked, giggling. "I'm pretty sure it hasn't all dripped out onto my panty-liner," she said. "Let's check." She was out of her exercise gear in no time, revealing round, hard breasts with large, pink aureolas. She pressed the crotch of her panties against Mitch's nose. "That doesn't look like a whole load, does it?" He shook his head, hypnotized by smell, his knees painful on the hard concrete floor. Olga grabbed his ears and wrapped her thighs around him, humping energetically. "Suck me clean," she squealed. It was hard to tell if she was having an orgasm or laughing at him, or both. Marie watched, her eyes widening, her lips parted. She stepped closer and closer until her pussy was inches away from Olga, who thoughtfully reached up and offered a thick finger to the taller woman. As Olga pumped against Mitch's face, her finger jerked within Marie, who stood eyes closed, a pained expression on her face, until she whimpered in orgasm. At the sound, Mitch lost control, squirting cum wildly. He could hear it hit the cardboard boxes on which Olga sat. And when she shoved him away, he could see to his dismay, that some of it had also landed on Olga's feet. And even a drop of two on Marie's ankle. "Man, you expect me to put my shoes back on over THIS?" Olga asked. With a strong kick to his ribs, she knocked Mitch off his hands and knees, so he lay sprawled on the floor. "Might as well stay down there, sleazeball," she said. "You've got a little more cleaning up to do." Mitch lay on his side, naked on the cold, gritty concrete floor, inches from a splat of his own cum, panting with pain. "And then I think we're going to let you go home. Anyway," she said, leering at Marie, "I think me and Marie have plans for tonight." Olga settled her foot on the length of his softening cock and pressed it down to the floor, making Mitch yelp in pain. Then she wiped one toe across his cheek, depositing a drop of his cum there, like a strange kiss. Quiet Marie only smiled. Locker Room Revenge When people tell me high school was the best time of their lives, I think they either have shitty lives or don't remember how awful it really was. Waking up early every day, getting all this schoolwork pounded down your throat, dealing with cranky teachers, angsty friends, shitty classmates dealing with the same crap as you, none of it was enjoyable, and I gotta say, I really hated most of it. But the one thing that made up for it was all the girls. I hit puberty early, shot up to a clean 6'. During the summers, I helped my old man with his construction company, and by sophomore year, I'd filled out. I had bushy brown hair, I skateboarded, played soccer and football, and there was always plenty of dumb little high school girls eager to flirt with me. Now, don't think I'm trying to describe myself as some Friday night lights, skateboarding Adonis. I certainly wasn't the star quarterback or the hottest guy in school, but I did alright. I had a couple long term girlfriends, at first older girls that had a thing or two to show me, then when I moved up, I started scouting out the girls in my class. It was my senior year and I was busy with football practice, games, homework, but this little blonde cheerleader, Sarah Teeton, never stopped trying to get my attention. She'd get her friends to ask me if there was anyone I had a crush on, ask what I was doing on the weekends, pop up at the skatepark, and at every football game, she managed to pull me aside and tell me what a great job I did. It was cute at first, flattering to say the least, but she wasn't really my type. Too obvious, too stupid, too blonde, talking to her was a chore and it was embarrassing being watched by her friends, my friends, all stupidly aware of how much she liked me. But I didn't hold it against her, she was nice and it wasn't her fault she was dumb as dirt. But what really set me off was when I approached the girl I did like, this tall, dark skinned, big chested goddess, Jenny Mansfield, and she turned me down. "What do you mean? There's finally a sushi restaurant in town, let me take you, it's just dinner. Maybe we can hit up Teddy's party afterwards?" I protested, but she wasn't budging. "Mmm, no, Colin, I mean, you're great and all, you're really sweet, it's just-" "What? Aw, come on, Jenny, give me a chance." Jenny shrugged and sighed, trying not to make eye contact. "Look, I'd like to, I really would, but Sarah Teeton never stops talking about you, and she's on the squad and we hang out all the time. She'd hate me if we went on a date, it would just kinda suck for me. I'm sorry, chicks before dicks." She said, smiling weakly and walking away. Truth be told, Jenny's fortitude and moral compass made me like her even more. But that was when I'd realized this Sarah Teeton thing had gotten out of hand. It sent me into a rage: I'd been nice to her, rebuffed her every advance as sweetly as I could, and this is where it had gotten me. Her stubbornness and inability to take a hint blew my chances with the girl I really had the hots for, and I was madder than hell. I decided something had to be done. I couldn't just sit around and let her spoil my chances with every girl in the school, I had to fix this. But I didn't just want to fix it, I wanted revenge, I wanted to teach her a lesson. ******************************************* The next day, after practice, I was walking back to the locker room when I saw her, sitting on the stands, smiling and waiting for me. Cheerleader practice had ended earlier, but she was still in her little blue outfit, the skirt just barely covering her ass. "Hey Colin, how was practice?" She called out, approaching me. "Ah, good, just really worn out. I could use a massage," I said, stretching. "Oh! I could give you a massage!" She said, beaming brightly. "You'd do that for me?" I asked, smiling at her. "Sure!" She said, bubbly and excited. She approached me, hands behind her back, but I shook my head. "Nah, not here, and I'm way too sweaty anyways." I said, looking around. "Let me go hop in the showers, can you meet me outside of the guys locker room in like, twenty minutes?" "Yeah, of course I can!" She exclaimed, giggling. "I need a shower too." I laughed a little. "Ok, sounds good, but wear your cheerleader uniform, I think you look really cute in it. Ok?" The smile on her face was huge. I almost felt bad for setting her up like this. "OK!" She bounced off to the girls locker room, and I went to mine. I took my time showering, then walked out wrapped in my towel. A bunch of the guys on the football team, all the guys that couldn't get laid by their own abilities, or just loved any opportunity to get their dick wet, stayed behind, smiling at me and nodding their heads in approval. I walked to the entrance and opened it, and sure enough, Sarah Teeton stood there, smiling, cute as could be. She'd even done up her make up, put on some blush and eyeshadow, sparkling lip gloss. "Ok, come on in," I whispered, grabbing her hand and pulling her through the doorway. "Uh, you sure this is ok?" She asked, peering around at the empty room, all the lockers. "Yeah, coach goes home as soon as we're through." "Uh, ok." She said, smiling, and I took her to the bench. "Wanna sit down? I can start on your shoulders?" She asked, but I shook my head. "Nah, I wasn't talking about that kind of massage," I said, taking off my towel, my big, hard dick waving in front of her face. "Oh!" She exclaimed, her face turning beat red. "Oh, Colin, I don't know!" "Sh." I shushed her, pulling her towards me. She resisted at first, but slowly came up to me. "I thought you liked me." I said, grabbing the back of her neck. "I do like you!" She exclaimed. "Colin, I really, really like you." I smiled. "Good, don't you want to make me happy?" I asked, and she nodded. "Climb up on the bench then, on your hands and knees." She nodded, then slowly got on the bench, looking up at me. I lifted her skirt, showing off her cute little pink panties and spanking her butt. "Oh!" She exclaimed, jumping a little. "Open your mouth." I demanded, and she dropped her jaw, staring up at me. I put my cock in her mouth and watched her suck on it. She had no idea what she was doing, she just kinda pushed her head back and forth, no tongue action, no sucking. "Here," I said, grabbing her head, and shoved my cock down her throat. To my surprise, she took it all. I'm not huge, but I'm definitely above average, and my cock slid down her throat easily and with little resistance. I looked down at her in shock: she had no gag reflex. "Jesus." I exclaimed "What? Am I doing it right?" She asked. "Yeah, yeah," I said, shoving my cock down her throat again and again. She drooled and spit a little, but never once did she gag on my cock. I pulled my cock out before I came too quickly, taking a deep breath as she looked up at me. "I can't believe this is happening!" She said, excited. "Do you want me to be your girlfriend?" I smiled and nodded. "Of course I do." I said, picking her up. "Now take off your clothes, ok?" Her clothes came off so quick it almost made my head spin, and she stood before me, her supple, perky tits waving in my face, larger than I expected, her cute little ass just asking to be spanked. She dropped to her knees and shoved my cock down her throat again and again. "Oh! I'm so excited! I've liked you for so long!" She whimpered in between deepthroating my cock. "Me too." I said, then I sat down on the bench. "Now stand up." She quickly stood up and I pulled her into my lap, spreading her legs. "Oh, I don't know, shouldn't you wear a condom? I'm not on birth control." She protested, biting her lip. "This is my first time. Couldn't we get to know each other a little bit better first?" She asked, but I shook my head. "Fuck a condom, I won't cum inside you." I said, kissing her on the lips and pulling her closer. "And don't worry, it's my first time too," I lied, shoving my cock inside of her. She was tight and wet, and she moaned and kissed me over and over again. "Oh my god! Oh my god!" She screamed as she bounced up and down. "I can't believe this is happening." I stuck my finger up her ass and she squealed a little, then pushed against me. "Oh, wow, that feels so good," She moaned, riding me hard and fast. I gotta give it to her, out of all the girls I fucked in high school, Sarah Teeton was one of the most memorable. She bounced and kissed me, pulling me tight, ready to do whatever I told her. I almost felt regret for what I was about to do to her, but I was still pretty pissed off about Jenny Mansfield turning me down. That's when the rest of the football team came into the room. Sarah squealed, trying to get off me and cover herself, but I held her tight and kept fucking her. "Nice one, Colin!" Somebody yelled, and everyone laughed. "Colin, Colin!!" Sarah protested, trying to get off of me. "Relax, baby," I said, fucking her harder. "Guys, have you met my new girlfriend, Sarah?" Everyone smiled and laughed, some saying hi. "Colin, what's going on?" She asked, giving in and starting to ride me again. "Sarah, this is the guys locker room, you didn't think we'd really have it all to yourself, did you?" I said, laughing. "Well, I don't know." She mumbled, riding my cock slowly. "Guys, Sarah gives an amazing blowjob," I said, picking her up and putting her on her hands and knees on the bench. "You guys gotta try it" I said, fucking her from behind. They all started undressing, and Sarah turned to me, a look of shock and fear in her eyes. "W-What?" She almost started crying. "You want me to suck their cocks?" I laughed a little and spanked her ass. "Of course, they're my friends, you do want to make me happy, don't you?" I asked, and she nodded, biting her lip. "Well, yeah, I do, but-" Zach Cordry came up to her, waving his cock in her face. "Well then be nice to my friends, then." I said, and reluctantly she turned to him and opened her mouth. Everyone stared in awe as she deepthroated Zach, jerking themselves off to the sight of me pounding her from behind while he shoved his cock down her throat. I spanked her and pulled her hair, riding her like an animal, and Zack backed up and Jeff Biggs came up to her. "You want me-" She gasped, panting and moaning, "You want me to suck them all off?" She asked, and I nodded my head, and she turned back to Jeff, opening her mouth and letting him stick his cock down her throat. I rode her, harder and harder, and finally, when Zack pulled out, she started to scream and squeal. "Oh! Oh god! Oh, Colin, please! Harder!" And then buried her face in the bench as her back arched and flexed, and she screamed, squirting all over the bench and the locker room floor. "Holy shit!" "We've got a squirter!" "What the fuck was that?" Everyone in the room went wild, and Sarah's face couldn't have been more red. "I'm sorry! I can't help it! I always do that when I orgasm!" She cried as I fucked her harder and harder. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?" I asked, spanking her ass. "I'm- I don't know- I just-" "I only date sluts," I said, as Bobby Craiger approached her. "Yes, yes, I'm a slut. I'm a dirty little slut" She said, opening her mouth and eagerly sucking Bobby off. I pulled out and stood back as Zach came up to her ass. "Colin! Wait, you want me to fuck them all too?" She asked, and I smiled and nodded, so she stuck her ass up in the air and let Zach have his fun. "You fuck her in the ass yet?" Zack asked, and I laughed. "No, move over and I'll break her in" I said, stepping back up. She squealed, but Bobby held her head down on his cock so she didn't have a chance to protest as I forcefully shoved my dick up her ass. Sarah buckled almost instantly, spasming and squirting again, and everyone cheered. "Jesus Christ!" I screamed. "Somebody get under her, lets DP this little slut!" Everyone stepped forward but Daniel Jennings got there first. He laid down and I picked Sarah up, forcing her down on his lap, shoving his dick inside her. She moaned and gasped, then Bobby shoved his cock down her throat as I forced my dick up her ass again. Within a couple minutes, she was shaking and cumming again, her juices dribbling down Daniel. "Ah, gross!" Daniel laughed. "God, you're a disgusting little cumslut, aren't you, Sarah?" I asked, fucking her and spanking her ass. "Yes! Yes! I'm a disgusting slut! I'll do whatever you want, Colin!" I got up and let everyone have a turn at her, we spanked her and slapped her, choked her and pulled her hair, and she took it like a champ, cumming over and over again. Some guys lasted longer than others, and when Jason Perry looked like he was about to nut inside her, I grabbed him and pulled him off. "If you're gonna cum, do it on her face. Don't ruin her holes for everybody else!" I demanded, and everyone laughed. Before long, she was a quivering, shaking, cum covered mess, and the amount of guys still able to fuck her was dwindling. "Look at her! Look at how disgusting she is, covered in cum!" Somebody shouted, and everyone laughed. "Lick it off, Sarah!" I demanded, and she started wiping the cum from her face, swallowing it all while we fucked her. "I can't get it all!" She moaned, unable to get all the sticky goo from her face. "Looks like we need to clean you up!" I said, pushing Zach off her and picking her up. She could barely walk, so I dragged her to the toilet stalls. The first two were clogged, disgusting to look at, but the third wasn't too dirty, so I shoved her inside and forced her head in the toilet bowl. "Wait- What are you-" She started to protest, but I shoved her face down in the water and started fucking her ass again, spanking her and riding her, then I flushed the toilet. "There we go, not so bad anymore, right?" I asked, pulling her head out of the toilet. "Yes, Colin, yes, am I clean enough for you?" "Yes, baby," I said, finally cumming inside of her ass, filling her with my load. "Ah, yes!" I screamed, then stepped back. "Nobody fuck her ass anymore, unless you're into getting your dick covered in my sperm!" I joked, and everyone laughed. The rest of the guys took turns fucking her from behind while holding her face in the toilet until one by one, we were all finished. I think Zach finished last, and we all dispersed and started putting on our clothes. I came back to find Sarah huddled up in the toilet stall, shaking and wiping her face off. "Did I make you happy?" She asked, staring up at me, doing her best to smile. "Of course you did." I said, tossing her clothes. "I'm so glad you like me, Colin." She began, but I shook my head. "I don't like you, Sarah, you're a disgusting slut that just fucked the entire football team." I snapped at her, laughing and looking down on her. "W-what?" She started to cry. "I only did it because you-" "You did it because you're a whore. You're disgusting, and I'd never date a dirty slut like you." I laughed, leaning over and spitting on her face. "Colin!" She started to cry. "Please! Colin, I just-" "You're nothing but a worthless whore, and now the whole school is gonna know what a dumb slut you are." I told her, zipping myself off and leaving her there, crying. I never heard or saw Sarah Teeton again. She didn't show up the next day, her parents shipped her off to some private catholic school or something. The rumors were crazy, and yes, I was in the majority of them, but anybody that ever asked me what happened, I just told them that she came into the boys locker room and offered to suck us all off. Most of the guys backed me up, anyways, and I didn't get too much backlash from it all. It was really fucked up, I know. Probably the most fucked up thing I've ever done, to be quite honest. But a month or two later, after everything had blown over, Jenny Mansfield finally agreed to go on that date with me.