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.
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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."
