Everyone had heard about my mini-gangbang by the time Spring semester started. It was starting to become generally known that I was the school whore. Someone actually scrawled "Whore Hound" on my locker one day. Rita laughed, wished she had thought of that. I touched myself, feeling the slight wetness between my legs. I was all in. The degradation just made everything more irresistible.
The gangbang house party was the most public I'd ever been fucked. Rita seemed to be at least generally concerned that the more public my sex-capades became, the more likely it could put one or both of us at risk, legally speaking. Fucking outside, near a school more importantly, has gotten people on sex offender lists before, y'know?
I was obedient to Rita, but because of the risk, she wasn't making me do much. Principal Sankey had called me into his office on the first day of school, I suppose in an attempt to reinforce our understanding. He had me slobber over his cock for half an hour, no hands, until he came. I was still wearing my same ol' dirty uniform that Rita always made me wear. Now it was covered in semen stains, stiff in several parts. Sankey had me on my knees, but leaning backwards against the wall, my hands down my skirt, of course. He mostly just watched as my eighteen year old face slowly bounced up and down on his long, thick monster, spit dribbling down my mouth. Because I was leaning back, I was drooling all over the front of my shirt. He didn't care. He finished in my mouth, making me open up and show him his seed before I swallowed it all down.
Apart from this, I was in a relative dry spell. This all changed on a Monday morning, however, and I didn't even realize it yet.
There was a new kid, named Tyrone. He was tall, probably around 6'5", and ripped. Not super beefy, just very toned and muscular. He was also a troublemaker.
He wasn't technically "new", he had just gotten out of juvenile detention. Before that he was homeschooled, but when he got caught boosting cars and stealing from liquor stores, his mother decided public school might help develop a sense of purpose. Rita had overheard a teacher describing him as "sadly reinforcing an unfortunate stereotype".
After school that day, I was hanging out in the library. I don't like to go home immediately after school, which means I usually miss the bus. But there was a neighbor kid that loved giving me rides home when I wanted. He'd just wait around until I asked him for a ride home, acting like he had some other reason for staying after school that happened to always end right when I needed him.
The fact that I would usually blow him on the ride back helped, too.
I was technically his girlfriend, which I always forget. His name is Tyler, and he's kind of a dork. But he's cute enough, which helps since his dick is MAYBE average. When you aren't packing much heat, you have to at least be kind.
Anyway, because I would blow him, Tyler asked if I was his girlfriend. I shrugged and said, "Sure." Tyler apparently didn't realize, or was in denial, that I was the school fuck toy. So the fact that he wasn't bothered when he happily made a display of holding my hand in the hallway and everyone would snicker or laugh, meant that he just liked to be able to say he had a girlfriend. I mean, whatever.
So I'm in the library when Tyrone walks in, over towards the non-fiction section. It's not a big library by any means, but it's understaffed. By "understaffed" I meant that there's only one librarian, and she's usually in the back doing anything but be visible to anyone in the library.
Tyrone is looking at some books, and I kind of walk up behind him.
"That's a good one," I said.
He stops and looks at me. "You've read it?" he asks. I nod. He looks at me for a minute.
"Your shirt is disgusting," he says. "What's your name?"
"I'm Greta," I said, and hold my hand out to shake his. He just looks at my hand, extended out there in the air foolishly.
He smiles, knowingly. He learns quick.
"I've heard about you," he says.
"What have you heard?" I ask. He sets down his back pack.
"I've heard you get around," he answers.
"That's putting it lightly," I remark. Ever since I embraced this role, I've become much more bold.
"You like black guys?" he asks.
"Sure. I like any guys. Girls, too," I reply.
"You got a boyfriend?"
"No. Well, uh, actually, yes, technically. But not really. It's a thing. A casual thing, I mean," I say, awkwardly.
Just then, I hear Tyler enter the library. Apparently couldn't wait to get his dick in my mouth. I know he enters, because he starts shouting my name.
"Greta! Babe, you hear? You ready?" He's asking. I don't break eye contact with Tyrone.
"That's your boy?" he wonders.
I nod.
"His dick bigger than mine?" He asks, pulling his monstrous member out of his shorts. Principal Sankey has the biggest cock I've probably ever taken, but this thing, semi-hard, it probably about as long and nearly as thick.
I can't take my eyes off. I shake my head. He puts it back, and I whimper.
"Fuck, you can't get enough," he says, laughing.
"Greta, there you are!" Tyler says as he happens upon us. "Are you ready?"
"Uh, sure," I stammer.
"Yo, what you drive, man?" Tyrone asks him.
"Uh, well, today I'm driving my Dad's van. Beamer is in the shop," he says.
