3 comments/ 31177 views/ 8 favorites I'm Still Cumming in There By: HardSalami Author's note: this story follows characters first introduced in "I'm Cumming in There" and "I'm Cumming in There, Again." This is designed to be read alone or for added enjoyment, in conjunction with the first two stories. ***** It was a good thing Melanie received those college scholarships because filling her gym bag with the necessary supplies wasn't cheap; luckily, her order was big enough to receive Free Super Saver Shipping. As she walked down her high school's crowded hall, she realized no one would ever guess the accoutrement she had stashed in her duffle. Melanie was one of the sweetest girls around; she stayed out of trouble and followed the golden rule of treating everyone the way she'd want to be treated. She couldn't understand how someone could resent her for being nice and outgoing, creating plenty of friendships and earning a comfortable level of popularity, being a hard worker by giving a 100% effort helping her to be smart, and for maintaining a clean nose and her panties on (at least when she had a choice) keeping her out of trouble. Ever since the evening Beth and her lesbian litter cornered Melanie in the locker room and captured her teacher's husband (James), doing despicable things to both of them, Beth had been holding the pictures of those proceedings over Melanie's head, using them to continue taunting and torturing her. Beth was so smug and pleased with herself, Melanie finally snapped. Melanie wasn't vindictive, she never needed to be, but Beth had gone way too far, and it was time for her to receive her comeuppance and a hefty helping of just desserts. Melanie had grown up with most of the other girls on the volleyball team. They did everything together: went shopping, skinny dipping in the lake, sharing their deepest secrets and forbidden desires, they even went to the bathroom at the same time. So, when Melanie obligatorily told them what Beth did, so that none of them would fall prey to a similar fate, they all agreed it was time for some payback. They couldn't go to the principal or the cops because Beth might release the photos ruining both Melanie and James' lives. Plus, without those pictures, they didn't have any evidence of the degenerate acts Beth forced them to perform. They had to find a way to "convince" Beth to give up the pics or get something equally damaging on her, or better yet—both. They all took an oath to take it as far as it needed to go to get those pictures back, short of permanently harming Beth physically, which they felt left the doors wide open for plenty of depraved persuasive techniques. Miriam was one of the few on junior varsity who showed any promise on the court, so she was eager to help when the rest of the team asked for her assistance. All Miriam had to do was get their coach out of the locker room after practice so the rest of the girls could have a little one on one with Beth. Overconfidence was going to be Beth's down fall. Her wanton post practice shower stares had only increased and became less concealed as their senior year edged ever closer to ending. But, without their coach's protection, Beth was a goner. Abstaining from showering so she could hatch their plan, Miriam approached Coach Johnson and asked to speak in private, in her classroom, about her boyfriend and his desire to have "premarital sex." By utilizing all of the skills she'd learned in Mr. Benson's drama class, Miriam felt confident she could keep their coach busy for hours on end covering all the emotional, physical, safety, and medical concerns she could muster regarding sex. Scooping up all of her lesson and game plans, Mrs. Johnson, always eager to keep her girls protected and healthy, willingly headed off with Miriam to answer all of her questions, "...for as long as it takes." Coach shut off her office light, locked its door, and followed Miriam out, leaving the rest of the girls completely unsupervised. Not thinking anything of being the first in the shower, Beth began to rinse her sweat off. It wasn't until she opened her eyes to take a peek at the others, she realized something was amiss. Still in their gym clothes, they'd surrounded her in an ever shrinking half circle. With nowhere to go and no way to escape, Beth pressed herself flat against the back of the shower. Suddenly uncomfortably naked in front of these girls, she struggled to conceal her pencil thick pussy hair strip and her D breasts (a feature she'd lorded over the "smaller" girls). Virulently, Melanie began to remind Beth of "team's" definition, "A team is a combination of people, who unite, and are each other's allies, merging their skills and working together to reach a common goal. We," indicating the girls supporting her, "are now going to show you proper teamwork as we persuade you to give me those pictures you took." Defiant to the bitter end, Beth retorted, "Make me," with a smile she'd later regret. "I'd hope you'd say that," responded Melanie as she motion the other girls forward. Without her pussy pawing posse to support her, Beth suddenly felt woefully outnumbered and a little concerned with Melanie's cold tone and demeanor. Luckily, the shower was washing away the pee fearfully running down her leg. Two girls grabbed Beth's arms as Melanie kicked her feet out from underneath, sending her with a splash to the wet floor. As Melanie sauntered over and turned off the shower head, Beth laid prostrate on the white tile shaking with panic and cold as her body slowly dripped dry. "Wasted water is a big concern these days, so we decided to show our team spirit by providing you with your own free shower," explained Melanie. Looking up, Beth couldn't understand why all of the girls were now dropping their shorts—"they weren't lesbians; what did they have in store?" "However, it is important to stay hydrated during practice...," looking at the rest of the girls, Melanie continued, "I don't know about the rest of you, but by the end I really have to go." Then, without warning, all of the girls simultaneously spread their pussy lips, leaned back, and let it flow. Streams of urine from all sides covered Beth as she tightly shut her eyes preventing her from knowing where to turn to safely catch a breath. Her first attempt resulted in a mouth full of salty piss, so did her second, and third. With Beth completely drenched, Melanie carried on, "Another inefficient act girls are especially guilty of is wasting toilet paper after every pee, so since we helped you, why don't you help us?" Beth was not catching how she was going to be forced to "help," so Melanie continued, "We were so busy giving you your 'golden' shower we haven't had time to take ones for ourselves, so sorry about how sweaty our pussies are going to be." Flipped onto her back, Beth's arms were bound to her sides and her feet together. Squatting over her face, Melanie demonstrated what she had in mind. When Beth defiantly kept her mouth shut, refusing to lap her clean, Melanie sunk her pussy over Beth's nose and mouth. Trying to breathe, Beth caught only a nose full of pussy air and mouth full of pee droplets. Eventually, the need to breathe became so urgent she grudgingly began. With a background in pussy licking, Beth was able to hit all the right spots reasonably efficiently to get each girl off. By the time every girl was cleaned and redressed, Beth realized she'd never tasted so many wet, pissy, and sweaty vaginas in a row. With sadistic pleasure, Melanie noticed Beth cringing from the lingering saline taste they'd all left in her mouth. "Uh-oh, do you have bad taste in your mouth?" asked Melanie with mock sympathy, "Don't worry, I have just the thing for that?" Determination gathered by reminding herself this was the same disgusting act Beth made her do to James was the only thing preventing Melanie from losing her nerve as she stripped naked and got on all four in the undignified doggie style pose in front of all her friends. As she was lifted off the floor and her hands rebound at her wrists, a sinking realization filled Beth as she grasped what Melanie likely had in mind. It had been so easy to force someone else to do it when she was in charge, but now that the tables were turned, she began to regret many of the indiscretions she'd performed that day. Unable to spread her hands apart made it difficult to keep her balance when they placed her right behind Melanie's behind. All it took was a nudge from one of her team mates to face plant her right into Melanie's rear. Wedged between her cheeks, Beth had no choice but begin the demeaning act. With an unwilling wet tongue exploring her intimate dirty place, Melanie finally understood how James got an erection when she was forced to lick his. "Deeper!" snapped Melanie, "You said my ass looked loose; you should be able to give it a good tongue fucking then!" Its rim, wetted with Beth's saliva, was then pierced by her tongue. "Ah," moaned Melanie as Beth was forced to continue the degrading task until the receiving end finally grasped orgasm. Once she'd caught her breath, she reached between her legs spreading her glistening snatch; chuckling to herself, she directed Beth to, "Look what you caused." Normally pleased to bring a girl to climax, Beth took no pleasure in what she'd just done. Melanie stood and turned to face her, "Now, we can continue, or we can stop here and you can give me those photos. What'll it be?" asked Melanie. Doing her best to spit out the crappy taste in her mouth, Beth, raising her gaze to meet Melanie's, could only muster "Never." "Excellent, because I am pretty sure they won't let me return these," exclaimed Melanie as she dropped her now open bag, filled to the brim with sexual playthings, on the locker room floor. Beth kept a strict rule of no sex toys shaped like real penises, priding herself in having never had a real one thrust inside her. However, both her lesbian friends, Mandy and Keisha, had fallen victim to the supposed allure of pussy abusing dicks when they'd had James tied to one of these same benches. She'd always had an inkling Keisha'd sampled a few on the side before: a subtle hint of salty spunk often lingered on her pussy when she'd join in their girl orgies. Beth was horror struck to see Melanie retrieve a stout, flesh colored, rubber penis with thick veins running its entire length with a suction cup attached behind its balls. "Unless you're going to hold me down and rape me with that, which you don't have the balls to do, how do you think you're going to get it inside?" cockily asked Beth. "You are right, but I don't need balls, or knives (glaring accusingly at the thought of Keisha), to get what I want. I just use my brain, something you should've spent more time developing." "When naughty girls don't do what they're told, what do they usually receive?" Melanie asked the crowd. "A spanking!" salaciously answered one of the gleeful girls. Smiling with approval, Melanie motioned to have Beth brought over and draped across her lap. Feeling like a misbehaving schoolgirl, Beth was surprised to feel Melanie rubbing her hand soothingly over her butt cheeks; however, the following spanking was anything but. Slap after slap echoed through the locker room as Beth's wincing turned to whimpering and then finally outright crying. "Are you ready to give up the photos or fuck yourself on that dick?" coolly asked Melanie. "Please, if you just promise to stop spanking me, I'll fuck that rubber abomination," pleaded Beth. The wet tile walls were a perfect place to securely stick the dick. Once the girls cut her bindings, Beth was placed on all fours perfectly in front of the horizontal dildo. Since what had just transpired wasn't any fun for Beth, she was having a hard time getting in the necessary mood to cause her desperately needed natural juices to flow. She tried rubbing the head of the cock against her clit, but without being able to see it or guide it with her hand, her success rate was low, often times resulting in a nearly totally dry insertion. Defeated and desperate Beth meekly asked, "Can I have some lube?" "Why the heck should I be so nice?" questioned Melanie, "When did you show me the same consideration? Was it when you thrust your cunt over my mouth so I couldn't breathe, or maybe the time you stuffed that flashlight in my cooter with the goal of popping my cherry, or was it when you made me lick James' ass, and then clean James' and Keisha's mixed cum off the floor?" "Please...," was all Beth could offer as tears began to roll down her face. "Well, let me see what we have in here for you," offered Melanie giggling. Suddenly realizing this was too good to be true and was probably a trick, Beth frantically went back to trying to stimulate her own wetness before Melanie found whatever she was looking for. "Uh-oh, I meant to bring some regular lube, but it looks like I forgot. All I have is this Heighten Senses Clitoral hyper-stimulation cream," shrugging her shoulders in mock bewilderment, Melanie concluded, "I guess we'll just have to work with what we've got." After completely coating her with the cream, Melanie pushed Beth backwards securing her to the wall on the dildo. Unable to endure any more spanks, Beth continued thrusting, thoroughly penetrating herself by slapping her butt against the tile wall. As she was buried to the hilt, Beth's inflamed butt cheeks found some relief from the cool water still clinging to the shower wall, encouraging her to delve deeper and harder to gather more of its chilly touch on her backside. The dildo's balls kept dabbing the cream on her clit while its shaft continued coating her insides. Suddenly, she felt a slight tingle as her whole "down there" area began to warm. Noticing the pleasantly surprised look on Beth's face Melanie decided it was about time she shared what she'd just read on the box, "Special agents in the cream work by targeting your nerves—increasing their sensitivity and responsiveness so even the slightest touch feels incredibly sensual and erotic." In between staggering breaths, Beth was barely able to concur, "Yes," unable to hide her blissful smile. "Oh looky, it says, 'Feels great on nipples, too!' I bet it'll make for a titillating experience," added Melanie, stifling a smile. Reaching under Beth's chest, she smeared plenty all over the tip of each heavily dangling breast. Beth could now feel that same warm tingle reach her tits causing them to puff right up to their full erection and hardening her nipples to perfect points. With Melanie's brow suddenly furling, Beth became concerned, "Oops, silly me, I guess that's why you should always read all of the directions first. It says, 'For best results, apply ONLY a small dab of the cream to your clit. Be sure to use the cream sparingly... a little goes a long way!'" Making an audible hum, Melanie shrugged her shoulders and said, "My bad..." As she continued, Beth began to begrudgingly enjoy the feeling of being so filled, her pussy naturally stretching to encompass its invader. Beth's hyper-stimulated clitoris and pussy were incessantly demanding an orgasm. Eventually, she was able to block out her audience and predicament. When she finally uncontrollably came, orgasm after orgasm relentlessly washed over her. But, it was as though the continued stimulation caused on unquenchable cycle as each climax invigorated her to pursue the next. Watching Beth slamming back and forth on all fours with ever increasing rapidity, fucking herself silly against the wall, obviously still struggling to accommodate its girth, with her wet brown hair in strings obscuring her tormented face, Melanie did have to admit there was something carnally sexually exciting about the sight. Melanie looked around and was pleasantly surprised to find most of the girls were caught in the moment and had begun frigging themselves. The shy ones were just pressing in on their sex from outside of their clothes, but most where shameless and unabashed simply reaching inside their shorts and panties and blatantly rubbing and fingering. Beth's body slumped from weariness, except for her ass which was still pegged to the wall by the resiliently suctioned phallus. Weakly, Beth stated, "No matter what you do, I'll never give up those photos." Still confident she had a few surprises up her sleeve, Melanie responded, "That is one of your problems—you'd have me give up too easy." Digging through her gear, Melanie found the perfect next item; pulling out the box she began to read its description, "Carefree Anal Douche...now you can give your tushie the respect—and...uh...cleanliness—it deserves! The 3" Bulb Probe can be used alone (best for beginners),' Ehh, we don't need that," concluded Melanie as she tossed it in the trash, "'...or with the 4" Flow Head attachment (for squeaky clean bottoms),'" smiling at Beth, Melanie decided, "Squeaky clean is best since we have lots of anal play planned for this evening." It took four girls to hold down Beth's frantically flailing frame, while a fifth filled the reservoir with water, as Melanie continued reading the directions. Summarizing what she'd just read, "It sounds like an enema: we'll pour this watery solution into your bowels, it'll loosen the contents, and then you'll expel it all." Patting Beth on the head, she explained, "We don't want any nasty surprises as we violate your ass." Even after dipping it in her recently 'gasmed cooch, collecting what lube she could, Melanie was still barely able to insert the 4" tip into Beth's virgin ass, Melanie then attached the nozzle to the round rubber ball repository filled with the solution suppository. Flinching as it began to fill her intestines, Beth felt the butt mixture begin to liquefy her ass's contents. As the last of it flowed inside, Melanie found what she was looking for: "The Assifier Butt Plug." She then began reading that advertising blurb, "Here's a good penis-shaped butt plug that exceeds all expectations! First tease entry with head, and then delight in the unique sensations of ridge-like 'pleasure veins.' 4 1/2" long, 1 1/2" wide, and a safe "T" grip base. Hey look, it's 'safe,'" ridiculed Melanie. Ensuring the emulsion would have an adequate chance to work, Melanie stuffed the plug, no doubt a perfect stop gap for anal enthusiasts, inside of Beth's poop shoot. The desire to take a massive dump continued to build inside of Beth, ultimately giving her a bad case of the cramps, but the embarrassment of having everyone looking and the plug blocking her shit, stopped her from doing anything. Beth couldn't imagine anything more personal and private than pooping and here she was about to lose control of her bowel movements in front of the whole team. Unbelievably, she became horny, probably from tightly clinching her ass around the plug so nothing would accidentally leak out. Finally, giving up her futile resistance and out of multifaceted frustration, Beth bore down and managed to jettison the butt plug with such force it bounced off the shower wall, before allowing her bowels to explode out, emptying down the back of her thighs and all over the stall. "Icky," exclaimed nearly every girl in disgust. Not wanting to continue her torture with their victim in such a repulsive state, Melanie turned on the shower and allowed it to wash off Beth's backside. Gravity helped the last little bit sneak out of her freshly loosened butt hole, as Beth squatted and allowed the water to run down her back. Draining to the center of the white tiled shower floor, all remnants of her explosion disappeared as they were washed away. "Great job," condescendingly commented Melanie, "Now, I think you are finally ready for these," said Melanie as she pulled out a sassy 12" string of blue anal beads. "According to the literature these '...will have your ass in ecstasy.'" Melanie resumed after consulting the directions, "I'll be able to 'tap your tush with the easy ¼" tip' and then work my way up to the biggest 1" anal bead! The flexible string and firm anal beads are calibrated to deliver maximum ass satisfaction!" I'm Still Cumming in There Content with the picture she just painted, Melanie stated, "I hope the satisfaction you receive from this is worth those pictures, unless you want to quit now." Unable to even speak, Beth kept her mouth shut and simply shook her head. After enduring the douche, and massive butt plug, the first few beads weren't so bad; each stretch of her sphincter was followed by a reprieve before Melanie began pushing in the next. Her ass must be pooped from sheer exhaustion because she hardly noticed them until Melanie rapidly approached the largest. Thankful she finally reached the last one and popped it in. It was a strange sensation to have a series of balls running up your intestinal tract. With dread, Beth suddenly remembered Melanie will be eventually pulling them out. Beth was so worn out by this point that when Melanie threaded her finger through the blue ring at the end of the string and pulled with surprising force and pace, letting loose a rhythmic volley of skuzzy plops from her ass, all Beth could rally was a defeated "ugh..." It felt like she'd just uncontrollably pooped out ping pong balls. "Well gosh, you hardly noticed that, I wonder whose ass is all stretched out now," asked Melanie, still bitter about Beth concluding she must be a "slut" after performing an unsanctioned assessment of her private parts when they'd tied her to a bench. "Hmph, you might really want to consider giving up those photos; this next one is a doozy," taking her silence as a negative, Melanie pulled out another box. "Hum, this one sounds good: 'Fetish Fantasy Inflatable Ass Blaster, um...introduce your ass to this 10 ¼" realistic black dildo! Lube it up and slide it in to feel the smooth and flexible PVC dildo's ridges caress your chute just like a real cock. Then use the attached pump ball to inflate this anal dildo from 1½" to a full 2" wide!'' Holding it up, Melanie commented, "Oh look, they included a 'quick release valve for instant comfort.' But, I am sure we won't need to use that..." Before Beth's ass had a chance to try closing back up, Melanie quickly inserted the deflated Ass Blaster. With each pump, Beth let out an involuntary "ugh," until Melanie finally reached the 2" wide mark. Constipated would be an understatement of how Beth felt. Thinking of deflating it before pulling it out, Melanie decided against it but then struggled dislodging it. Despite all it had been through, Beth's ass was still vainly trying to cling on to some semblance of tightness. Finally, using two hands and pulling with all of her might, the 2" football broke free from Beth's anal grasp, but not before dragging her a good foot backwards. Leaning over the cavern that process created, Melanie spit. "Swish," one of the other girls congratulated her on the rimless shot. "Now you truly look like a trailer trash butt slut. You ready yet?" asked Melanie, honestly thinking she'd defeated Beth. Looking to see her response, Melanie was astonished to see Beth's eyes downcast still managing to barely shake her head. Melanie allowed a bit of concern to enter her mind as her bag's collection continued to dwindle. To keep everyone busy while she temporarily went back to the drawing board, Melanie pulled out the strap-on she'd tossed in for good measure, offering Beth as fodder for the team's amusement. She was surprised by the number of girls lining up to give it a spin on Beth. In fact, two of the more unreserved, and downright horny girls, where lightly fighting over it, obviously eager to begin their college experimenting phase a little early. Probably a lot of it had to do with the animosity so many of them had against Beth. In their four years of high school, Beth'd managed to wrong a lot of them. This opportunity ignited all their pent-up anger as they finally had the chance to snap. She was a feared bully among the girls, especially when she was surrounded by her titty tweaking troupe. However, now, Beth just lied incapacitated on the floor taking it—in each hole. Those not actively fucking were still watching the show, often times cheering on or giving advice, requests, or suggestions. Once everyone who'd wanted a turn had one, Melanie pulled out her last gift from the sack, not even bothering to ask Beth if she submitted, assuming she'd let them know if and when she reached that point. Epically holding up the Anaconda Silicone Dildo for all to see, Melanie began extolling its impressive list of traits, "It is their biggest dildo; guaranteed to leave you walking funny the next morning! Built extra-long for deeper penetration and extra thick to really fill you up. Designed with a penis-shaped tip and a lightly textured, vein covered, shaft for additional stimulation. These raised details caress every inch of your pussy with every move you make for additional stimulation." Momentarily waving it like a light saber, Melanie continued "Oh, I'll really be able to do some damage and tear it up with its 'ergonomic handle for easy control.' However, it's 'recommended for sex toy experts only as there is easily enough length for most women to bottom out. Ouch," commented Melanie, "given its sheer size, it's simply too big for beginners to handle." Delighted to find at least some good news for Beth, Melanie pleasantly concluded, "But don't worry it is 'Made from firm and durable silicone' so it's hypoallergenic!" At least half the locker room, including Beth, would've bet it'd never fit; however, those doubters didn't understand the depth of Melanie's determination. "Don't worry, I am not going to use that stimulation cream again," Melanie assured Beth, "we saw how much of a tizzy it put you in last time. However, I am going to give you another taste of your own medicine and let you experience what it feels like to be tied to a bench while others poke things inside of you." Staring up at the florescent lights, Beth was unable to see what they were liberally applying to her vaginal walls and opening. "Okay ladies," said Melanie, gathering every girl's attention, "we only have a few minutes before full activation, so we are going to have to be quick about this." Fearing both the pace they were going to use wedging this beast inside of her, not to mention this mysterious "activation," Beth looked from side to side, desperately searching for a compassionate face. Luckily for everyone, the Anaconda was designed with a tapper, even if it was abrupt. Melanie's first attempt for max penetration was thwarted by Beth's resilient pussy walls simply providing enough resistance to push her a cross the bench instead of giving way. Despite all of the dildoing and fucking, they hadn't managed to loosen her enough to let it freely slide (that'd be pretty terrifyingly loose if it did). Oddly Beth was gradually being aroused by their attempts. Not only that, but she was beginning to enjoy increased warmth and sensation from her stretching vagina. Wanting to confirm what they coated her pussy with, Beth anxiously asked, "Just what the hell was that stuff!?" "Hum, what was the name of that stuff," Melanie asked one of the girls who picked up the tube and read "18 Again Vaginal Shrink Cream." "You put what inside me!?" hysterically questioned Beth. "Well, the bottle said it'd make you, 'Feel sexier than ever...rejuvenates and enhances your natural tightness.' I'd feared we'd diminished that quality of yours today, and I didn't want you to miss out on the 'lightly textured, vein covered, shaft.'" Needing backpressure, two of the girls held Beth's shoulders, while another two held her waist, but it wasn't until two others tweaked her still sensitive nipples that Melanie took advantage of the distraction and heaved it forward. Bumping against her cervix caused Beth to yelp as the girls all stepped back and admired the big black pole sticking out from between her legs, its handle just bobbing, waiting for someone to take control. Beth saw, through tearing eyes, how her less than flat tummy was distended by the amount of counterfeit cock crammed inside, forcefully displacing her insides. Grabbing hold, Melanie explained to Beth that, "In minutes, your pussy will feel so tight, you'll just have to love it. Now you might have a few more seconds before those walls start caving in if you want to give me those pics." Suddenly Beth wondered what would happen when an unstoppable force (her shrinking pussy) met an immovable object (the Anaconda). But it was too late; every millimeter of her canal had begun squeezing and stretching excruciatingly tightly over those pleasure ribs. The seal was so intense that when Melanie tried fucking her with it, Beth's pelvis simply rocked back and forth, the dildo making no internal progress. However, either this motion or the cream's warming and stimulating effects were working because her pussy was darn near frothing for release. Finally, Melanie had to send her into a climax, hoping it would relax her enough she could retrieve the ridiculous toy. But, after Beth's pleasure and pain filled screams died down and her body's uncontrollably writhing settled to squirming aftershocks, and ended with dazed twitching, Melanie found it was still sealed up tight. It was as though the relentless force of Beth's chemically contracting vaginal walls had taken a death grip. Suddenly realizing it was stuck, Beth frantically pleaded, "Pull it out! Pull it out!" But despite how much Melanie tugged, it wouldn't budge, "I can't!" With dismay Melanie began imagining taking Beth into the ER with a obscenely thick dildo permanently lodged in her snatch...the truth would come out: the pictures of her and James and all the humiliating things she'd been forced to do, the events she'd performed and planned for tonight, and everyone's—James', her's, her team's, Beth's, Beth's friends' lives would be ruined. Melanie began making circles, ever widening in diameter, hoped to work it out; however, the arduous process was delayed each time Beth climaxed again and clamped down. By the point Melanie inched it all the way out, Beth's sexual haze and empty gaze offered little hope of providing the location of the photos. Unwilling to accept Beth winning and keeping the photos, Melanie said, "Okay, you're right," as she gently inserted one finger into Beth's abused pussy, "I'm sorry I took this so far—to the extreme really," as she continued her apology, she inserted a second, "I crossed lines I should never have crossed." Interrupting, "Oh you think some halfhearted apology and a finger fuck will keep me from posting those photos everywhere—you've got another thing coming!" Beth said spitefully. "No, I think it is you who has something coming," corrected Melanie as she stuffed in a third." Becoming uncomfortably stretched again, Beth frantically asked what she was talking about. "I didn't want to get my hands dirty," the girls all laughing at her pun, knowing exactly what Melanie divulged would be her last ditch effort. "But I think it's time," said Melanie, barely able to fit her fourth finger inside. "She wouldn't try it...would she?" wondered Beth. When she felt Melanie line her thumb up right outside her hole, Beth became frantically unwilling to risk it, finally caving: "My phone, they're on my phone, in my locker, it has the pictures! The phone in my locker has the pictures!" As two of her teammates trotted off to her locker confirming what she said, Beth was still aware of Melanie's hand resting at her entrance. "I told you what you wanted to know, why aren't you leaving me alone!?" "'I'm just tired of you catching all of the breaks and me catching all of the flack in life,' does that sounds familiar?" asked Melanie. "That is what you told me, before you made me masturbate in front of you and your girlfriends, before you made me eat you all out, before you spanked me and fucked me with a flashlight, made me swallow cum, and lick it off the floor!" vented Melanie as she finally broke down a little and allowed a tear to run down her cheek. "Most of your problems are your own damn fault! You want friends—be nice, you want to go to college—study, you want your team to like you—don't ogle us in the shower! You don't know me, you don't know what I've been through, and you have no right to judge me!" Giving Beth just enough of a heads up so Melanie could imagine the terror on her face, she exclaimed, "Oh, but thanks for the photos; we've all taken some of our own this evening; good luck getting them all back, and, BTW, I'm still cumming in there!" Melanie had done few things in life more difficult than fitting her whole fist inside Beth, but just like in school and life, determination is key. It just goes to show you can achieve anything you put your mind to. It was nice to know hard work still pays off. They shoved her out the side door and closed it behind her. With the new style doors it immediately locked her outside, naked as could be. She'd have to gingerly walk around the whole school before she could get back in, that is, if someone was even still there to let her in. Everyone had probably gone home by now, except for the creepy janitors, the same ones she'd left James and her to be discovered by. Then she'd have to walk through the school, bumping into who knows who to get back to the locker room and get her clothes. This would give the girls plenty of time to clean up and flee the scene and enjoy the rest of their college bound lives.