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I went to the bathroom and washed my face and brushed my teeth over and over. When I could no longer taste cum, I went to the kitchen to start supper.
I had supper ready when my Dad got home. We ate quickly. He noticed that I was unusually quiet. But of course I was unable to tell him why. I should have. If I were half the brain everyone thought that I was, I would have told my Dad everything and I am sure he could have figured out something.
Even if it had occurred to me to tell him though, how do you tell your Dad that you just sucked off four guys that you hardly know? And if that wasn't bad enough, it had all been filmed on a digital recording which was probably already being enjoyed by friends of Jordan's that couldn't be there for my unveiling.
I cleaned up the kitchen and went to my room. I still had homework to do, if I could get my mind to stop dwelling on what had happened to me this afternoon long enough to concentrate on it.
I struggled with my homework. Luckily, I had very little of it. Things at school pretty much came to a stop during mid-terms. I finished up and got ready for school tomorrow. Before I went to bed I checked my email.
I wasn't all that surprised when I received dozens of pictures of myself, undressing, sitting in Kevin's lap, and of course sucking off four different boys while two girls watched.
I stared at the pictures. I couldn't help it. I looked so helpless, kneeling in front of those large jocks and sucking on their cocks like a sex slave. Yet for some reason, as I looked at the pictures, I felt a stirring. Especially the first ones, when I was undressing in front of everyone.
I had to admit that Bryan had been right. I did look hot. I had never seen myself like that before, as a sexual being. I mean, I knew that I had a sexy body. I had just never seen myself from this perspective before. It was as though I was looking at some other girl, a stranger. I looked at myself in those photographs. I looked at the look of lust in the eyes of the boys. I hadn't been able to look them in the face at the time. I had been too embarrassed. Now that I saw the look in their eyes, it was kind of exciting.
That isn't to say that I was interested in repeating it, or taking it to the next step. I was terrified at the thought of going back to Jordan's house tomorrow. She no longer needed me to study for that test. I had given her the answers. The only reason to make me return was to torment me.
I finally closed down my email program. For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to delete those pictures.
I turned off my monitor and finally went to bed. I didn't go to sleep right away. In fact, I didn't go to sleep for a very long time. I kept reliving that horrible afternoon in my head. I even imagined that I could taste their hot, slimy cum again. I have no idea what time it was when I finally got to sleep.
The next morning my alarm had been ringing for at least ten minutes when I finally heard it. I got up and took off my sleep shirt and panties and put my robe on. I started for the bathroom but stopped on the way and checked my email again. I had several more emails containing more of those nasty pictures. They were just more of the same, except that this time, there were several extreme close-ups, close-ups of my intimate body parts, and more of my mouth sliding down over their cocks or my tongue licking their balls.
The last email, however, contained no pictures. It was from Jordan. The pictures had all been sent by Bryan. I noticed that there were copies sent to everyone that had been there yesterday afternoon, as well as several other people of both sexes.
Jordan's email instructed me to shave my pubic hair off, all of it. She also reminded me that I was not to wear underwear. She added that if my skirt was not short enough to suit her when she saw me at school this morning, she had scissors.
I closed my email program and headed for the bathroom. My Dad was on his way to the kitchen. He was already dressed for work. He always went in at seven. I didn't have to be at school until eight.
We exchanged good mornings and I went into the bathroom and started the hot water running to let it warm up. I put a new blade in my razor and got into the shower. I shampooed my hair and used my liquid body wash. Then I soaped up my pubic hair. It was soon obvious that it would have been easier if I had trimmed it first with scissors. It was my first time, what did I know.
Still, it wasn't that bad. My pubic hair was as blonde as the hair on my head, and it was very fine and sparse. That was one of the reasons I was embarrassed about undressing in front of the other girls in gym class. Most of them had big, thick, adult looking pubic patches. I still looked like a little girl. I rinsed off the razor and watched the last of my pubic hair wash down the drain.
I dried off and finished up in the bathroom. Then I went to find something to wear to please Jordan.
My usual style of dress was to please my conservative father, and myself. I only had a couple of dresses that the skirt reached only to mid-thigh. I selected one, hoping it would be short enough to please Jordan. Before I could put it on I thought of something. I went into the back of my closet and pulled out a dress from last year. I had grown quite a bit since then. I had grown both up and out, in the last year. Both my breasts and my hips were noticeably larger now. I had liked this dress and had not been able to part with it when I donated the rest of my outgrown clothing to charity.
I took it off of the hanger and held it up in front of me and stood in front of the mirror. It looked much too short. I tried it on and I found that I could get the zipper up in back, but only with great difficulty. Once zipped up, it stretched tightly across my breasts, really drawing the eye. Without a bra, my nipples were plainly discernable.
I looked down and then turned around and looked at the back in the mirror. There appeared to be less than an inch of material between the hemline and my butt. I couldn't possibly wear this. I hung it back up and put my first selection on. While it wasn't nearly as tight, it still seemed obvious to me that I was not wearing a bra. The skirt was short enough to make me feel very uncomfortable about not wearing underwear. I would have to be very careful.
I was too nervous to eat breakfast. I had a glass of breakfast drink and took my vitamin. Then I stared at the clock until the very last minute. I grabbed my backpack and my purse. I stood with my hand on the doorknob for a long moment. I found that I had to work up the courage to actually leave my house, knowing that I would have to deal with Jordan and her band of thugs all day. Finally I took a deep breath and went out and locked the door, even though I knew how futile it was. If one of Jordan's gang of perverts wanted in, they obviously knew how to get in, even when the doors were locked.
I didn't enjoy my fifteen minute walk to school the way I normally would. I dreaded facing my tormentor and the four boys that I had been forced to provide oral sex to yesterday. And there was no telling how many people had received copies of the pictures of my naked body and of me sucking those boy's cocks.
I got to school and kept my head down as I made my way to my locker. I didn't want to look anyone in the face. I was afraid of what I might see. I got out my notebook and my books for the first class of the day and as I was closing my locker I heard Jordan behind me.
"Not good enough, cunt!" she said in that nasty voice that I had already come to dread. "I warned you! You really are a stupid cunt, aren't you?"
I could see people nearby, listening in astonishment to Jordan berating me. I turned slowly and said, "I'm sorry, Jordan. This is my shortest dress. You didn't give me time to alter it."
"Not a problem," she said. "Follow me."
I followed her down the hall to the girl's restroom. The place was crowded and we had to wait for a stall. Finally, Jordan got tired of waiting and she ordered me to climb up onto the sink counter.
I started to plead with her to be reasonable. But I saw how much she enjoyed my helplessness and I gave up. I struggled up onto the counter to choruses of "What the fuck?" and "Hey! Watch what the hell your doing!"
Jordan reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of scissors. She grinned up at me for a moment. She was really enjoying this and I suspect that no matter how short my skirt had been she would have done this. Then, right there in front of everyone, she trimmed nearly two inches from my skirt. I tried not to listen to the obscene comments and jokes from all of the other girls who had gathered around to watch Jordan humiliate me. They could all see that I wasn't wearing underwear.
The few that knew me knew that this was totally out of character. Several of them seemed sympathetic and they kept trying to get me to explain why I would permit this. I could only shrug.
Jordan told them that she was working on improving my image.
The warning bell rang and I jumped down and grabbed my books and purse. I started for my first class but Jordan stopped me and warned me, "The next time I have to do it for you, it will be shorter, much shorter."
Then she rushed off to class.
I got to my first class just in time. I sat down carefully, trying to ignore the looks and comments from the boys nearby. I kept my purse in my lap during the entire period. I had to. If I didn't, the very top of the tight little crevice between my tightly clasped thighs was on display!
The bell finally rang for the next class and I struggled to get to my feet without putting on a show. It can be hard to get out of those damned student desks gracefully. A lot of people were watching. I don't know how much they saw. But I saw a lot of bright smiling faces as I left the room.
I went to my locker and put my book away and got out the books I needed for my next two classes, both of which are on the second floor. As I pulled the books out of my locker it occurred to me that I would have to climb the stairs in this dress. I could only imagine what I would look like from behind.
As nervous as I was about climbing the crowded stairs in this too short skirt, it got worse. As I got to the foot of the stairs, Kevin appeared behind me. He was grinning and talking quietly to the boy he was with. As soon as I started up the stairs I heard Kevin. He was pointing out to everyone around that he could see the cheeks of my ass!
I could do nothing! I just bit my lip and kept walking. I couldn't even hurry. The steps in front of me were crowded with kids. As I moved up the stairs I felt something in back of me. Kevin was lifting the hem of my skirt even higher. The guys around him were going nuts and yelling and now everyone, it seemed like everyone in the damned school, was looking at my ass.
I even heard some of the girls urging him on! I didn't know how I could go on like this. I couldn't face these kids after this. It looked like I was going to have to quit school.
I struggled to keep from crying and I rushed to my next class. Kevin left me alone once we reached the top of the stairs and I struggled through the crowded hallway. My ordeal didn't end after Kevin took off in the other direction. He had apparently set the precedent. Now I felt other hands, lifting my skirt or sliding over the soft skin of my ass.
This was already getting out of hand. I had thought that with all of the teachers around I would be more or less safe at school. It was obvious that wasn't the way it was working out. My skirt was far too short and now, everywhere I went anonymous hands felt free to explore without fear of my reaction. For it had already been shown that I would not resist.
I struggled through my next two classes, forcing myself to concentrate and take notes. I was relieved when the next bell rang. I had study hall next period. I could relax for a few minutes and try to calm down.
I had to go back downstairs for study hall. Going downstairs wasn't as revealing, since I had a lot of kids in front of me and the people coming up the other way didn't really have an opportunity to see anything. Plus, Kevin wasn't around.
I hurried down the hall but Jordan appeared out of nowhere and pulled me into the girl's restroom again. I didn't know what more she could do to me. I started to panic when she brought her scissors out again. Surely she couldn't shorten this skirt anymore!
That wasn't her intention. Instead, she cut off the top three buttons from the top of my dress. She watched as the material fell away, and wasn't quite satisfied, so she cut off another button.
I looked down and saw that there was enough cleavage on display now that it was obvious, if it hadn't been before, that I was not wearing a bra.
Jordan stood back and smiled and said, "Beautiful, don't touch it." Then she left for her class. I finally made it to study hall and took my seat, carefully. I glanced up and saw Mr. Taylor staring at me, his mouth wide open. I glanced back down quickly and opened my notes and, as I normally did, I transcribed my notes from my first three classes so that they were legible and comprehensive.
The bell rang for lunch and I went to my locker and got the books for my last two classes of the day. Then I went to my homeroom and sat down and opened a book and stared, unseeing, at the text.
I was almost alone in the room. The teacher had gone to lunch in the teacher's lounge. There were a couple of girls in a corner, sitting together and talking quietly. There was another girl nearby, reading and taking notes. I sat alone, staring unseeing at my open book and thinking about all that had happened to me in less than twenty-four hours.
I had been sitting in my seat, trying to relax and forget about what was happening to me for nearly half an hour when I felt someone put their hands on my shoulders. I jumped, startled. But a whispered voice said, "Be quiet, and don't move."
I sat still. I didn't recognize the voice. I didn't know if it was one of the guys from yesterday or not. I sat still as the boy slowly slid both of his hands into the gaping top of my dress and cradled my breasts gently. He stood there for a long time, just cupping my breasts and for that entire time I had my eyes closed. I could feel the heat from his hands radiating through my breasts, and straight to my pussy.
When he finally started to move his hands his fingers grasped my nipples gently, but firmly, and he applied a gentle pressure. I swear to god I could feel the sensations travel down to my pussy. I felt the pressure on my clit as he squeezed hard nipples with increasing pressure. I don't have any idea how long this went on. I know that the warning bell sounded and my eyes opened and I saw the other solo girl in the room staring at us in amazement.
I took a deep breath and closed my book and the hands withdrew. I stood up and turned around and saw that the hands on my breasts belonged to Eric, another of the school jocks and one of Kevin's friends. He smiled at me and left for his class.
I gathered my books and headed for my next class, Biology. On the way out I noticed the two girls that had been talking quietly in the corner when I came in. They, too, were staring at me in disbelief. There was nothing I could say. I turned and went to class.
I saw more disbelief on the face of Mr. Carson when I entered his class. He watched me walk to my seat and then he shook his head and went back to what he was doing. Jordan came in and sat down beside me again. I glanced at her. She was smiling and happy. She was really getting off on my suffering. The bitch!
I was asked to stay when class let out. I approached Mr. Carson's desk after the class had emptied and he looked at me and asked, "Miss Kimble, is there anything you would like to tell me?"
I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I wanted desperately to tell him, to tell someone. But I couldn't. There was nothing that I could say. I just shook my head and turned and hurried from the room.
The next class was at least an interesting distraction from my problems. Mr. Edwards' class is always fascinating and it always ends too soon.
At the last bell, I rose carefully from my seat. I started out the door when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped at the touch. I was so startled that I almost cried out. I turned around to find Mr. Edwards with a look of concern on his face.
The fact that he cared, and that he saw that something was wrong touched me. Still, I couldn't say anything. Nobody would believe me. I tried to smile at him. But I am sure that he saw the tears in my eyes as I hurried out.
I walked to my locker with my head down. I ignored the loud press of students around me. I grabbed my backpack and hurried home. All I could think about now that the school day was over was what would happen when I went to Jordan's house.
I dropped my backpack and went to the kitchen for a sandwich. I hadn't eaten anything today and my stomach was getting queasy. I made a sandwich and had a glass of ice water.
When I had eaten I wrote another note out for Dad and left for Jordan's house. I thought about changing clothes. But she had already ruined this dress so I figured I would wear this and maybe keep her from ruining something else too. I wasn't thinking ahead. I didn't even consider what my father might say when he saw me come home dressed like this.
I arrived at her house at about 3:30 and knocked softly. The door was opened by Eric. He pulled me inside, wrapped his large arms around me and said, "I heard that I missed an interesting afternoon yesterday. I saw the pictures. They were hot. But that just isn't the same as being there, is it?"
I shook my head and waited for him to let me go. He finally released me and I went over to where Jordan was sitting. She looked up and smiled sweetly and said, "As soon as you're ready we can get started."
I looked around. There were more people today. The same ones that were here yesterday were here. In addition, Eric, Owen and Paige were here, all with excited looks on their faces.
I unfastened the remaining buttons on my dress and stepped out of it. Then I took the pad from Jordan and started asking her questions. The stupid bitch got more of them wrong today than she did yesterday!
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