In that moment, I wished for a different fate, one where I had never walked through those school gates so silently. It was too late for that now, and I would be left with the memories of these depraved sexual acts forever.
As the first student stepped forward, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of revulsion. His cock was hard and pulsing, his balls heavy and full, ready to explode all over my face.
I tried to look away, to shield my eyes from the shameful act that was about to occur. But I couldn’t move. The other boys had me pinned to the ground, helpless and exposed.
With a final groan of pleasure, the boy let out a shuddering breath as ropes of thick, sticky cum spurted all over my face.
The sensation was revolting and shameful, but I had no choice but to endure it. Cum oozed down my cheeks and dripped off my chin, coating my skin with its unmistakable stickiness.
The other boys cheered and clapped as they watched the first student complete his task. They were all waiting eagerly for their turn.
I sat there in stunned silence, tears streaming down my face as I stared blankly ahead. I knew there was no escaping the fate that awaited me – an endless stream of cum facials that would haunt me for eternity.
But as the boys continued to cum on my face, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of resignation. This was my life now, and there was no going back.
As the first student finished, the others eagerly stepped forward to take his place. Each boy was more eager than the last, ready to defile me in any way they wanted.
The second student crept up, cock in hand, and soon I could feel more warm cum splattering all over my face. It mixed with the already sticky and drying mess that coated my cheeks and chin, making me feel even more filthy and degraded.
But the worst part was yet to come. As the second student added his own load to the mix, he couldn’t help but make a lewd comment.
“I love adding to a good cum pile,” he sneered, his tone disgusting and smug.
The other boys roared with laughter at his words, and I could feel my stomach twist with disgust at the thought of all of their cum combining together.
It was an act that left me feeling utterly humiliated and degraded. Each addition felt like a fresh insult to my dignity and humanity. But there was nothing I could do about it – I was completely under their control and at their mercy.
My thoughts raced, wondering how it had all come to this. How had my life fallen into such a pit of depravity and abuse? Was this really worth any amount of money?
As more cum continued to drip down my face, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of sadness and despair. This was my life now, forever tinged with the unmistakable stench of cum and shame.
As the fifth student stepped forward, I was already starting to feel numb. My face was coated in thick, sticky cum from the previous four students, making me feel dirty and degraded.
But I knew there was no escaping what was about to happen. The boy was already stroking his cock, his eyes fixed on my cum-covered face with a sadistic gleam.
With a final moan, he unloaded directly onto my face, his cum splattering across my cheeks, forehead, nose and lips. It mixed with the cum that was already there, and more was dripping down from my hair.
My face was now completely covered, from the top of my forehead to the bottom of my chin. It felt like a disgusting mask, making me feel trapped and humiliated.
I couldn’t help but make a gagging noise as I tasted some of the cum that had gotten into my mouth. It was salty and thick, and I wanted nothing more than to scrub my face clean and forget this entire experience.
But I knew that it was futile. The other boys were still there, watching and laughing and waiting for their own turn. My fate was sealed, and there was nothing I could do to change it.
As the fifth student stepped back, I could feel the cum starting to drip down my face again, mixing with my saline tears. It was a mess so disgusting that it defied comprehension.
I knew that it would be a long time before I could ever look in the mirror again without feeling a deep sense of revulsion. This was my life now, and there was no going back.
As I looked out at the sea of students, the ones who had just finished making a mess of my face and the dozens more waiting eagerly in line, I couldn’t help but feel like a piece of meat.
My body was naked and exposed, my pubic hair trimmed into a neat patch above my completely shaven pussy. My skin was slightly damp with sweat and the sticky residue of cum that was constantly being deposited onto me.
My breasts hung heavily, nipples erect from the cool air of the schoolroom. My stomach was slightly concave from all the years of dieting and working out, and my legs were slender and toned.
But I knew that none of that mattered to the students. All they cared about was the perverse spectacle I was forced to create when naked inside of the classroom. They reveled in their power over me, in the control they had over a complete stranger’s body.
To them, I was nothing more than a sexual object, a flesh puppet to be used and abused at their whim. They gleefully took advantage of that fact, probing at my exposed holes and filling them with their cum.
I could see the looks on their faces change from excitement to disgust as they took turns doing things to me like spitting on me or slapping me. They whispered to each other about what else they wanted to do with my body, and I could feel their drool splattering onto my skin.
It was dehumanizing and soul-crushing, knowing that I had been reduced to little more than a toy for their amusement. But at the same time, I knew that there was no escape from this fate. This was my life now, and there was no going back.
Amidst the throng of students who were eagerly taking advantage of my naked and vulnerable body, there were a few who stood out with different expressions on their faces.
Some of the girls looked on with disgust, their faces twisted in a mix of horror and revulsion. They whispered to each other about how disgusting I looked and how they couldn’t imagine ever doing something similar.
I could see the pity in the eyes of some students, especially the girls. They looked at me with a mixture of sadness and empathy, knowing that no one should ever be subjected to such humiliation and degradation.
A few of them even tried to stand up to the bullies who were tormenting me, shouting at them to leave me alone or pleading with them to show some compassion. But their voices were drowned out by the laughter and lewd comments of the other students.
Even some of the boys who had taken part in degrading me looked like they were starting to feel some twinge of guilt or shame. They would glance at me with uneasy expressions, as if suddenly realizing that what they were doing was wrong.
But for the most part, the crowd continued to grow as more and more students arrived to take their turn. Their eyes glittered with cruel amusement and expectation, waiting for their chance to touch me and humiliate me even further.
For a moment, I allowed myself to feel a glimmer of hope – maybe someone would rescue me from this nightmare, maybe someone would call the authorities or intervene in some way. But that hope was quickly extinguished as I realized that there was no escape from this nightmare. This was my life now, and there was no going back.
As each of the guys stepped back after depositing their load onto my face, a sense of pride would creep across their faces. They seemed to believe that they had accomplished something significant, and that their peers would admire and celebrate them for it.
In their minds, they had shown themselves to be the most aggressive, dominant, and sexually experienced in the room. They had caused a woman to submit to their ejaculations, and they felt invigorated by the feeling of power that came with that.
They would exchange high-fives and fist bumps with each other in celebration, laughing and joking loudly as they basked in the afterglow of their orgasms. They would talk openly about the experience as if it were a game or contest, arguing over who had the biggest load or who had made me moan the loudest.
Their behavior was deeply disturbing and unsettling to me, but I knew that there was nothing I could do to stop it. These were boys who enjoyed hurting others and getting praise for it, and I had become their latest victim.
As I felt another load of cum land on my face, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of disgust and anger bubbling up inside me. This was not how human beings were meant to behave, and I felt violated on a profound level.
But there was nothing I could do except endure it, knowing that this was my life now and there was no going back.
The cum that had been deposited onto my face and body was thick, viscous, and sticky. As the minutes wore on, it began to congeal and dry out, forming a crusty layer over my skin.
It was incredibly uncomfortable and itchy, like a thick layer of mud or dirt that refused to come off. Every movement I made caused small flakes of cum to break off and scatter around me, making the mess even worse than it had been before.
The cum behaved differently on different parts of my body. On my face, it clung to my skin like a thick, adhesive paste, making it difficult to open my eyes or move my lips.
On my breasts, it pooled in crevices and creases, dribbling down my chest and stomach in tarry streams. On my thighs and pubic area, it clumped together in lumps and streaks, making me feel even dirtier and more disgusting than before.
As time wore on, the smell of the drying cum mixed with the musky aroma of my sweat and body odor, creating an overpowering stench that filled the air around me. It was a sickeningly sweet scent that made my stomach turn and my head spin.
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