Jennifer walked to her next class, Gym. As she arrived, things seemed rather empty. There were a few people playing sports like usual, but a decent amount of people were missing. Jennifer hastened to the locker room thinking she was late, and instead saw a room that said "Jennifer" with a star on it. Her mind was setting off alarm bells, but her body was behaving naturally.
She walked in, and began getting undressed. Oddly enough she didn't take off her shirt. Another door opened, and a few of the dudes from the class entered, with huge erections. A smile lit up Jennifer's face, while screams echoed through her head. She knew what this setup was leading to. "Yummy! I can't wait!" she proclaimed happily, as someone in the back popped off prematurely. She looked at him with concern. "That won't do! Let me give you special attention." she walked over and began sucking his still erect dick, and managed to quickly coax another load--which she gobbled up like iced cream.
That was the only invitation needed before the rest of the guys got to work, a few stroking their members. One or two became emboldened by her fellatio, and approached her directly. The first one she clamped onto with her mouth, while the other two she used her hands to extract their juices.
This went on for about another ten minutes or so, after which she was covered in a mountain of cum, some still dripping from her nose. Her shirt was clinging to her tits, practically glued on with spunk. As the guys filed out, she began to clean herself up. It wasn't that SHE minded being filthy with cum, the school had made it clear after these sessions she needed to clean up before the rest of the day. Even if she was probably going to take a load stepping out of the door.
There was even a washing machine and dryer, as well as a dresser filled with a few spare clothes in case anything had gotten too rough. She stripped her clothes, and suddenly Jennifer stopped feeling just so enthusiastic about being covered in cum. She loaded the load into the washing machine, turned on the shower, and began washing off. Even though in her mind she was still reeling in shock from what she just experienced, she noticed that she felt a little nihilistic about her circumstances. So what if she was a cumdumpster? It was kinda fun, not that she really cared when it came down to it.
The washing machine finished, so she left the shower running as she stepped over to shuffle the clothes into the dryer. Most--if not all--of the spots were gone, though there were a few minor stains remaining to tell the tale of the morning.
She finished up in the shower around the time the dryer was finished. She dried off, then began to put on her shirt--feeling a little wistful for her formerly cum-sodden state--and her skirt. Or at least she would have, but she couldn't find it. Disappointed, she went over to the dresser in the room.
The skirt she pulled out and put on bore the word...