"HAH, what a slut!" Jen exclaimed to her friend Tyra. "That's Julia's third boyfriend in three months! That skank will spread her legs to anyone." Jen bent over slightly as, with her feet slightly apart, she got her geography book from her locker. As Jen and Tyra continued to walk to class after lunch, more than a few of the guys stole a glance at the head cheerleader's swaying hips encased in yoga pants. "I mean, look at you & Jake, you've been together for seven months. Even me; I might have broken up with Brad, you don't see me chasing after everything with a cock. She could stand to learn something from our example."
"Doesn't stop the rumors about us being hoes, but you know what they say 'bout haters. People pretend to hate what they can't have." Tyra nodded at her sage wisdom. "Truer words have never been spoken Ty, see you at after school" Jen hugged her friend as the bell rang. Walking over to her desk at the front of the class, Jennifer felt her cumcatcher receive its fourth load of the day. You don't count, I'm not spreading my legs. Well, not fully anyway...you know, metaphorically spreading my legs. As Mr Henderson began to lecture, there was the familiar cycle of washing and wearing. It had only been two weeks, but with the constant fucking or wearing she was starting to forget what her pussy felt like empty. She had indeed broken up with Brad a few days ago after he won homecoming game, who was completely distraught on what he had thought would be the pinnacle night of his high school years. Jen assured him he was at no fault. "We're simply at different places in life right now, I'm just trying to find myself." Jen was honestly quite sad herself as she watched him walk away afterwards; she liked Brad too much to completely lie to him, and she wanted to go back to him after this was all over. But I can't do that until I find myself, as she felt herself being slipped back in her captor's underwear.
It wasn’t long before the penis so far away yet so ever-present inside her grew again, and she began embracing in her soft walls the rigid cock that had bottomed-out inside Jennifer to the point where she could feel his pubs on her clit and his sack on her perineum. From the washing, I can cross Alex off the list unless he’s got a faucet in his pants. She looked down on her notebook as she discreetly crossed a name off the list. Alex was one of the dweebs who Jen had badmouthed around Martha, and as the second option was by far the easiest to eliminate, Jen had taken to watching the people who might have an axe to grind with her as she caressed what might have been their cocks within her silky folds. By now she had crossed most of the names off, including Kyle, who’d swore he didn’t have it but that he “knew she’d love it”. Jennifer had taken offense to the charge.
“I don’t enjoy this, you creep. Someone I don’t even know is having sex with me without my permission.”
“Oh really, what’s with the blush then?”
“That’s an automatic response, which you would know if you ever fucked a girl. I’m trying to find who took me.”
“By getting them to fuck you while in public? Just the slutty Jen I know.”
“I have to to find them!”
“And, since you came up negative on me, you just gave your new lover a good time for nothing then?” Jen was caught sputtering as she didn’t have anything to come back at that with. “Don’t worry Jen, the curse was meant to reveal to yourself the real you. The real Jen, who’s got too much dick on her mind and too little time, so she has to leave her cunt in the hands of guys who can-”
Jen had enjoyed kicking him in the balls and sending him sprawling, but she something about his words sat on her mind uneasily. As she stared out the window thoughtfully, the sensation of the hard rod within her causing her pussy to juice up again, she thought about what Kyle said. ”A good time”, I’m just trying to get the person with my vagina to out himself.
Even though I crossed off Alex, it could be anyone. It’s better to have sex around as many people as possible. Her clit peeked out and started to rub his pelvic bone as she felt the sliding around her funbox that denoted walking, most likely to the bathroom for another round.
It’s not like I can prevent them from fucking it- er, I mean having sex with me.
And I definitely don’t love it.
Underneath Jennifer’s jeans and panties, the blank “O” of skin began to expand and contract as she leaned back in her chair with a sigh and uncrossed her legs.