Jennifer's mom dropped her off, and didn't even comment about the the state of her face. While her mind was busy getting sick, her body was auto-piloting her morning discussions with her mom. Occasionally reaching up and grabbing a lick of the cum drying on her face, like it was some disgusting snack. As she exited the car, her mom told her to have a good day. "And please maybe take a shower before you get home, sometimes you make a bit of a mess when you walk in." Jennifer cheerfully agreed and began walking to class.
Along the way she met up with her boyfriend, Adam. As he spotted her, she noticed a bulge growing in his pants. She drew closer, and his hand went down his pants. Her mind began screaming NOOOOO but she stepped within a few feet of him. He unzipped, and let it rip. His 7" girther let out a belch of ooze, aimed right at Jennifer's chest. Twin ropes splattered against the fabric of her shirt, making it look like she sneezed all over her tits.
"Thanks hon!" She proclaimed, with a smile and a wink. "Meet up with me after school for something more fun than solo shooting." He looked her over for a second before giving her a kiss on a clean spot of her face. She reached down again, and pulled a strand of his cum into her mouth. It tasted distinctly different from her brother's--after noting which caused her mind to enter a whole new level of torment.
As she walked through the halls, she caught a few more ropes from various students and other male acquaintances. She just carried on like nothing was out of the ordinary--because it wasn't. She was a cumdumpster. As she reached her class, her hair had spots of cum woven throughout, and her shirt was a bit of a mess to say the least.
She took her seat in Social studies. At least for the most part, there seemed to be some order to the class, and everyone hadn't turned around to give her a 21 gun salute. Class was a little slow, and when they got to the lecture portion she almost fell asleep. Suddenly, she felt a warm goo strike her ass between her skirt. The person behind her had shot a load under the desk. Jennifer wanted to ask the teacher what she was doing, but she was mid-lecture and would get upset for being interrupted. Not that Jennifer could even vocalize any resistance to her current state.