"Taylor, honey, you need to get out of bed or you'll be late for school," said Taylor's dad, standing in the doorway to her room.

Taylor groaned and with great difficulty was able to raise her head off the pillow. It had been three days since her gangbang at the talent show and her body (and mind) still hadn't fully recovered. For three days she'd been sore in places she didn't know she had. The first day she could barely walk, though it was preferable to sitting on her over-abused ass.

"There you go. Now get dressed and get your butt downstairs for breakfast," said her dad.

"If he only knew what my butt had been up to recently," thought Taylor, "He wouldn't be inviting it to the table."

The aches and pains had gotten better every day, but the mental anguish had only gotten worse. It seemed like nearly everyone at school now knew of the sexual torment she'd been forced to endure over the past few weeks. Teammates, friends, crushes, acquaintances, even teachers all seemed to give her knowing looks whenever she walked through the halls. Maybe it was paranoia, but she no longer had any idea which people might know about her forced extracurriculars. Hell, at this point she could hardly keep track of which of them had fucked her and which hadn't.

The one thing she knew now, better than ever, was embarrassment, and nowhere did she feel it more than sitting at the kitchen table next to her sister, Anne, who had quickly and happily joined the ranks of her sexual tormentors. There were so many confusing and conflicting emotions towards her that Taylor had done everything she could to avoid being around her, but that wasn't easy when you shared a bathroom.

"Morning sis!" said Anne, striding into the bathroom while Taylor fixed her hair.

Taylor said nothing. She tried not to watch as Anne examined herself in the mirror, her tight, nubile body dressed more sluttily than usual. Taylor never use to look at her sister that way, of course, that was before they'd eaten each other out.

Satisfied with her outfit, Anne turned to Taylor.

"See you downstairs!" said Anne, grabbing a big handful of Taylor's soft, bubbly ass, her fingertips nearly grazing her pussy. Taylor winced at the sensation, readying for more but Anne strode out of the room leaving her alone.

Downstairs, Taylor's mom had made her some toast and a glass of juice. Taylor ate silently while the rest of the family talked. Her pussy had become uncomfortably wet at the slightest attention Anne had given it. Taylor was trying to convince herself that it was just a natural response to the excessive fucking that had been forced on her recently, and not a sign of anything else.

"Oh and Taylor, don't forget we've got your Honor Roll banquet tonight," said Taylor's mom.

Taylor had forgotten. The kids that had made honor roll Senior year were being further honored with a fancy dinner at the school (or at least, as fancy as a high school cafeteria could be). A few weeks ago Taylor had been looking forward to it; another chance to show off and have all eyes on her. Now it seemed trivial at best.

"Oh, do I have to go to that?" said Taylor meekly.

Her parents laughed.

"Of course sweetie, that's the whole point," said he father.

"Yeah, you wouldn't want to miss it said Anne, who was sitting next to her and reached over, giving Taylor's thigh a soft squeeze under the table. Taylor's pussy got even wetter at her touch, and Anne's hand lingered, gently tracing her fingertips across the top of her leg, up, up, up...

Taylor stood abruptly, not wanting her sister to play with her pussy in front of their parents but not sure she was strong enough to stop her if she started.

"Alright, well, um, I'll see you guys there," said Taylor, awkwardly shuffling away to conceal what felt like a visible wet spot on her black leggings.

"Looking forward to it," said Anne, shooting her a mischievous grin.

Taylor thought for a moment about running into the bathroom to masturbate and relieve some of the pressure in her pussy, but thought better of it and went off to school miserably horny and with a newfound dread for what the banquet could bring.

_____

The banquet was passing by in mundane fashion, and for that, Taylor was happy. A speech from the Principal, some overcooked chicken, and now just an hour or two mingling with her parents and she'd be back to the safety of her bedroom. Anne's cryptic warning didn't seem to have anything behind it. In fact, very few of her primary tormentors were at the party at all. The only one she saw was Jackson, who despite his huge, pussy-ravaging cock was probably the kindest and gentlest of the bunch.

Frankly, worse than having Jackson there was the presence of her boyfriend, Ethan. He'd made the honor roll as well so for the first time since they'd been forced to fuck other people in front of each other, they were now forced to hang out and act like boyfriend and girlfriend.

They sat uncomfortably while their parents chatted. Taylor didn't know what to say and for his part, neither did Ethan. So they listened while their parents talked, answered when there were questions, and smiled when it seemed like they should.

Taylor's mom had gone to get more punch, but had been gone for several minutes. The conversation was starting to slack and Taylor was worried she'd have to join in more if her mom didn't come back soon. She scanned the room, and eventually saw her mother talking to someone she couldn't see. Their eyes met, and her mom waved her over.

"I'm, uh, gonna see what mom wants," said Taylor to her dad, before leaving table.

As Taylor approached, her mom let out a big laugh and grabbed at the arm of whoever it was she was talking to. Breakin through a crowd, Taylor was horrified to see that it was Bradley, her chief tormentor.

"Honey! Come say hi to Bradley, he says he's crashing the party," said her mom jubilantly. Mom had always really liked Bradley and had been upset when Taylor had broken it off with him.

"Hey Taylor, how's it going?" said Bradley with a sly grin.

Taylor's mouth went dry. Bradley's presence, especially when he had no other reason to be there, was a sure sign that sexual humiliation was soon to follow.

"I'll leave you two alone for a minute, but Bradley, don't you leave without finding me first!" said Taylor's mom, disappearing back to the table.

Taylor stood there uncomfortably, barely able to make eye contact with Bradley, not just fearing but knowing that something bad was about to happen.

"Come with me," said Bradley. Taylor knew it was not a request.

She followed him away from the banquet and to a set of restrooms. They were not the closest ones to the cafeteria so there was nobody else around. The rest of the school was deserted, so Taylor wondered why, if he was just planning to fuck her, he'd be choosing a bathroom to do it in.

They went into the Men's room and she followed him past the first few stalls to the one all the way at the back, the oversized handicap stall. Bradley nobly held the door as Taylor stepped in, her heart pounding. She was a little shocked to see that Jackson was already in the stall, sitting on the edge of the toilet, waiting.

"Alright Taylor, we're gonna have some fun," said Bradley.

Taylor looked at the two of them back and forth. She'd fucked and been DP'd by the pair before, and honestly, compared to some of the alternatives she'd been dreading the experience might not be all that bad.

"Just us three?" she said.

Bradley laughed and Jackson snickered.

"Oh sweetie, no," said Bradley with mock tenderness, "That shitty little body of yours was made to be shared. It belongs to us, sure, but a whore like you deserves to be spread to the people."

With that, he gestured to a small, circular hole that had been freshly cut into the partition between their stall and the next one over. Taylor was worldly enough to recognize it as a gloryhole.

"You're going to suck, fuck and get touched by whomever desires it. You should be thanking us for doing you the courtesy of letting you do all that anonymously, unless of course you'd prefer to let more people know what a slut you are," said Bradley.

"Say 'thank you', slut," chimed in Jackson, his voice meaner than she'd ever heard it.

"T-thank you," she stammered.

"You're welcome. Now, time to do some recruiting," said Bradley, closing the stall door behind him as he left the bathroom.

Taylor and Jackson were alone in silence. He reached out and grabbed her plump little ass, kneading it roughly. With his other hand he pulled her shirt up and off, followed by her bra exposing her juicy little tits. He spun her around in front of him, reaching from behind and squeezing her tits in both palms, pinching and pulling her nipples at his pleasure. Her ass was pressed against his crotch and she could feel that mammoth cock of his stirring to life, straining against his pants and wedging itself between her ass-cheeks.

They carried on like that for a few minutes, Jackson grabbing and groping her ass, pussy and tits, until they heard the bathroom door open. Quiet footsteps approached the stall and they were both momentarily worried that someone was about to discover them.

The stall door opened and there stood Ethan. He didn't seem at all shocked to see his girlfriend topless, getting manhandled by another guy, but the sight obviously caused him anguish.

"B-Bradley said to come in here," stammered Ethan.

"Sit in the corner and keep your mouth shut," said Jackson, clearly mustering all the bravado and intimidation he had. It must have been enough, as Ethan closed and locked the stall door then sat down on the dirty floor, watching as Jackson resumed feeling up his girl.

Not a minute or two later, the bathroom door opened again. This time, several people could be heard walking in, speaking to each other.

"You sure this is the right bathroom?" said a young voice.

"Positive. Bradley said he had the hole setup and the girl was in the last stall," said another young voice. Taylor couldn't tell who they were but they must have been classmates of hers.

The door to the next stall opened and the guys could be heard stepping into it. Taylor could only see their feet looking below the partition, and their shadowy form blocking the light as they stepped in front of the gloryhole.

"How do we know he's not just messing with us? 'Trick the Math Club into getting their dicks sucked by a dude' or something?" said one of the guys. So they were Math Club nerds, Taylor thought to herself. The kind of guys she'd never even consider doing something sexual with.

Jackson repositioned Taylor so she was standing in front of the gloryhole.

"Take a look through the hole, guys. This piece of ass is all woman," he announced.

The guys in the next stall shifted down to peep through the small hole. The angle was too extreme for them to see her face, but her bare tits and the rest of her tight body were on full display.

"Holy shit! Bradley wasn't lying!"

"This is amazing!"

"You guys want to feel her tits?" asked Jackson.

They responded with an emphatic "Yes!".

Jackson pushed Taylor closer to the partition and down, lining her soft boobs up with the opening. There was some fighting in the next stall about who got to go first, but soon a fat, grubby hand reached through the hole and began gingerly squeezing her breasts.

"Hoooly shit that feels amazing!" said the guy groping her.

"First boob you've ever touched I bet!" said the other guy mockingly.

"Shut up! Like it won't be your first either!" said the groper.

He felt her boobs for a minute or two before the next guy got impatient and demanded his turn. The fat hand was replaced by a bony little one, clawing cold fingers over her chest.

"I wish they were a little bigger at least," said the second guy.

"Me too," said the first.

The gall of these two virgins to complain about her boobs being small infuriated Taylor. She wanted more than anything to pull away from the greedy little hand on her chest. Thankfully, the second guy pulled it back through the hole soon after.

"Does she, um...suck dick?" said the first guy.

"Of course," responded Jackson, "anyone except her boyfriend," he added, with a wink over to Ethan.

The nerds laughed a little at the comment, not aware that her boyfriend would be watching them get blown in a moment. The geeks argued again over who got to go first, with the skinny-fingered guy winning out. Jackson pushed Taylor all the way down to her knees, which lined her face up perfectly with the gloryhole. She heard the unzipping of pants and through the hole popped a rigidly hard, if underwhelmingly small, dick.

She knew what she was expected to do, but was in no hurry to start pleasuring these dorks who had already insulted her. Reluctantly she grabbed the thin shaft in one hand and started stroking it.

The nerd moaned with delight. Undoubtedly his first handjob. Taylor thought for a moment that she might be able to get this guy off without using her mouth.

"The guy asked for a blowjob, slut," said Jackson, "put that thing in your mouth or it's going in your ass."

This guy probably wouldn't last 3 seconds in her ass, but all the same Taylor wasn't willing to give that up. With a deep breath and a look over at Ethan who was watching her intently, she took the little prick in her mouth.

"OhhhOhhhhh Shit!" exclaimed the nerd and within moments he was shooting his sticky load into her mouth. She wanted to pull away but also didn't want this bastard getting his cum all over her, so she kept her lips locked on his cockhead until it stopped spurting.

"Jesus Christ that felt incredible!" said the guy, panting as he pulled his dick back through the hole and zipped his pants.

Taylor turned to spit the load into the toilet, but Jackson stopped her.

"You're not wasting any cum tonight," he said, "Swallow it."

Taylor knew better to object and with Ethan watching she forced herself to let the load slide down the back of her throat.

The fat kid's dick was nice and smooth and a little bit thicker than his friend's, but he lasted roughly the same amount of time before depositing his load into her stomach.

As the two were leaving the bathroom, excitedly discussing their first sexual experience, they held the door open for more guys who were coming in, directing them to the proper stall and bragging about their conquest. The process started to repeat itself: guys nervously coming in, checking out her body through the hole, playing with her tits, getting sucked off and Taylor swallowing their cum. You'd never know that only a few weeks ago she'd given her first ever blowjob. The way she was handling cock after cock was the work of an expert. Every time she swallowed a fresh mouthful of cum, she'd look at Ethan and he'd watch her do, silently, raising no objection.

After servicing five or six guys, Taylor heard some older voices enter the bathroom: dads of kids she didn't know who apparently weren't above getting a blowjob from a high school chick while their wives and families were down the hall. Taylor was finishing up with a particularly stubborn cock (she was throating all six inches and the kid still took forever to cum) when she heard more and more adult voices. Bradley must have gotten bored recruiting kids from the honor roll and now seemed to be exclusively sending adult men. From the voices, it sounded like there was a line of 8-10 of them waiting for their turn.

The stubborn kid finally shot his wad down Taylor's throat and next up was her first taste of adult dick (that day). It was also the first to be pushed through the hole still soft. Taylor hadn't ever had to work on a soft dick before and it was an interesting experience squishing it around with her soft, wet tongue as it slowly got hard and began filling her mouth like a balloon.

"That's right, girly, suck that fat cock," said the older guy. He was much more vocal during the experience, and so were the men waiting in line.

"...Some kid just told me there was a girl in here ripe and ready..."

"...Wish my high school had been like this..."

"...Mine WAS like this..."

"...There are dirty whores of every age..."

It took some time but Taylor finally made the first parent cum and swallowed his jizz. The next two were easy (both average size and came pretty fast). But when the fourth guy stuck his dick through, Taylor knew she was in for a challenge. It was bigger than any of the ones she'd sucked so far and it wasn't even hard yet. She started stroking it with one hand, then two, swirled her tongue around the head, and soon the monster had risen to it's full size; a good 9 inches with considerable girth.

Taylor was about to dive in when, to her surprise, the guy pulled his cock back out of the hole.

"Stand up, I wanna play with your pussy," said the man.

Taylor froze. The voice was clearly that of Ethan's dad.

Ethan noticed as well and for the first time looked genuinely concerned. He sat up with a jolt, but dared not say a word.

"Do as the man requested, whore," commanded Jackson, pulling her to her feet.

Slowly she dropped her pants and pressed her hips against the partition, lining her pussy up with the gloryhole. Immediately she felt her boyfriend's father's fingers rubbing and stroking her pussy.

"Damn, fellas, she's got some seriously fat pussy lips!" chuckled Ethan's dad. The other men laughed.

"...Wonder if she'll let me fuck her..."

"...Loose slut like that probably doesn't turn anything down..."

With Taylor trying to press the front of her body against the partition, the angle wasn't good enough for Ethan's dad to do much more than diddle the outside of her pussy.

"Turn around, put your ass against the divider," commanded Ethan's dad.

Taylor did as she was told, and was now forced bend over and look right into Ethan's eyes as his dad stuck his fingers into her.

"Hot little bitch is dripping wet!" exclaimed Ethan's dad and the men roared with approval. Ethan's face was red and his eyes were watering.

Ethan's dad finger-fucked her for a couple minutes then told her to get back on her knees and suck him off. Again she did as commanded and took the large, beefy cock back into her mouth. It was too thick to fit more than a few inches, so she used both hands to stroke the shaft while slurping loudly on what she could stuff in. A few more minutes of this attention and Ethan's dad growled, blowing his load into her hungry mouth. Taylor waited patiently for his balls to be completely empty, saving the load on her tongue.

"Thanks, whore," said Ethan's dad, pulling back his dick and zipping his pants.

Taylor was about to swallow when Jackson put his hand on her shoulder. He pointed to the teary-eyed Ethan.

"Kiss him," Jackson whispered.

Apparently Jackson had also been aware of who's dick Taylor had just been sucking. She and Ethan both tried to silently object, but the threat of Jackson exposing them was far too great. Ethan's body was shaking with rage and disgust as Taylor crawled over to him, his dad's hot load still sitting on her tongue. She reached out and stroked his hair, trying to comfort him.

"Ess Oghkay," she mumbled through her mouthful of semen.

Her lips found his. She kissed and he kissed back. Her mouth opened and the boiling jizz began to leak out. She pressed her tongue against his lips and his emerged as well. The kissed passionately until all the cum was gone, down her throat or his.

"Hey, I'm waiting over here!" shouted the next man up, his dick already bobbing around through the gloryhole.

Taylor planted one last kiss on Ethan's cheek and his eyes shot downward, quietly sobbing.

The next guy was average size as well and Taylor was blowing him without difficulty.

"Hey, who do you guys think this girl is, anyway?" he asked the guys in line.

"One of the cheerleaders, I heard," said a familiar voice Taylor couldn't quite place.

The dick pulled back for a moment.

"Shit! My daughter's a cheerleader!" said the guy nervously, "Awwww, fuck it!" he exclaimed, jamming his dick back through the hole and fucking Taylor's face until he blew his load.

There were only a couple men left and it seemed like Bradley had stopped sending any more. Taylor was thankful that things were winding down and nothing too crazy had happened (except for blowing her boyfriend's dad, of course). She finished off the next few cocks without incident until the final one stuck itself through, in all it's veiny, purple-headed glory.

She got to work, using her spit to moisten the entire length of the shaft then working her lips as far down as she could go. The guy moaned lightly so she knew she must have been doing something right. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jackson stand on the toilet and carefully peer over the partition for a moment, before dropping back down.

"Last guy in line gets a special treat. Turn around and let him fuck your pussy," said Jackson.

Taylor was annoyed that the experience was being prolonged, especially since she was sure she could have made the guy cum in her mouth with another minute or two. But, the prospect of taking the nice looking dick in her pussy wasn't terribly unappealing either. She dropped her pants and underwear back down to her ankles and scooted her ass backwards, letting her big pussy lips envelop the steaming cock.

Ethan's dad had gotten her really wet with all his manual attention earlier, so it didn't take much for Taylor to work her way down on the cock until her ass bumped against the cold steel of the partition. Slowly, she started to rock back and forth, enjoying the sensation of receiving pleasure after having given so much out. She whimpered slightly, biting her lip. Jackson leaned in close to her ear.

"Enjoying daddy's dick?" he whispered, his lips curling into a menacing smile.

It took Taylor a moment to process but when she did she ripped herself off the dick and started to hyperventilate. She turned and looked at, all red and veiny, shining with her spit and pussy juice as it throbber in the open air.

"Oh God no..." Taylor said to herself, almost silently. The familiar voice she'd heard for a moment earlier, how had she not recognized that it was her father? She'd obviously never seen her dad's cock before, but just from looking she somehow knew it had to be him.

As if to erase any doubt, her dad spoke.

"Everything okay over there?"

Taylor looked at Jackson, who was still smiling like a jackal, then at Ethan, who recognized the voice and realized his girlfriend was now fucking her own dad.

"Just fine, but this girl wants you to call her names while you fuck her," said Jackson.

"Oh, uh, okay. No problem," replied Taylor's dad, "Come sit that dirty pussy back down on this cock, bitch," he said, slightly awkwardly.

There was no way Taylor could bring herself to do it, but then again, what was her alternative? She'd already done it once, and Jackson could reveal the whole thing, and what could possibly be worse than that?

Finally, it was the itch in her pussy that made the decision for her. She was ready to cum before Jackson had told her and her body needed that orgasm bad. It had been building all day, ever since Anne had touched her...

Taylor moved back to the partition, her dad's dick protruding proudly out of it. Her hand shook slightly as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around it, feeling its heft and the heat coming off it. Reflexively she started jerking it, slowly pushing the skin back and forth, grazing the head as she went. It felt natural as she dropped to her knees yet again, rubbing the beautiful cock against her lips, her cheek, all over her face, before opening wide and taking it back in her hot mouth.

"Unggh..." her father grunted, "you are a dirty girl aren't you?"

Taylor intimately sucked it until it was glistening wet, then rose back up and, turning around, let her pussy slide back over it.

Taylor couldn't believe she was getting fucked by my father. Even though she was mortified by the reality of it, her pussy was heating up again, the taboo act somehow turning her on. Her body, acting on its own, began bouncing back to meet the strokes of her father's surprisingly long cock.

"You've got a hot little cunt, don't you slut?" he said. She'd never heard her father speak like that before, "Beg for my cock, you filthy piece of shit."

What would he say if he knew he was fucking his own daughter's tight pussy? Taylor wondered, but the pleasure she was getting from it was undeniable. Her orgasm, which she needed so badly, was close.

So was her father's, apparently. He was huffing and puffing, trying to jam as much of himself up inside his daughter as possible. His breathing got short, he would cum at any moment.

"Not yet, dad, I'm almost there," Taylor pleaded in her mind. Her ass was slapping loudly against the partition, trying to milk the cock for all the sensation it was worth before it could cum and leave her needing more.

Like some kind of sick, parental intuition, her dad did not cum right away, instead managing to thrust his full length through the gloryhole and freeze it there, hitting all the right spots in Taylor's cunt as she pounded away at it. She came incredibly hard, harder still since she couldn't risk screaming out in pleasure lest he recognize her voice. Internalizing her eruption seemed to double its intensity.

She felt hot spurts of liquid sloshing through her pussy and knew that her dad was coming inside her. It felt good, it felt right. They stayed there for what felt like an hour but was more like a minute before he abruptly ripped his still-hard dick back through the hole.

"Hey, let me know if this happens again," he said. Taylor wondered if she'd be able to stop herself from letting it happen again, with him.

Her dad left the bathroom and the door closed behind him, leaving only she, Jackson and Ethan in the room. Jackson had recorded her fucking her dad on his phone and it looked like he was sending the video to someone, probably multiple someones. Yet another means for them to control her, but nothing she could do. Ethan looked at her sympathetically, knowing first hand what it's like to have your own dad's cum in you.

"Alright," said Jackson, stuffing his phone in his pocket, "Time to clean her up, Ethan."

Embarrassingly, Jackson didn't even have to explain himself. Taylor sat spread-eagle on the edge of the toilet seat while Ethan licked her pussy clean, lewdly slurping her dad's cum out of her mess of a pussy. Taylor was a little bit glad when Jackson made Ethan spit it into her mouth, and she pretended to be more disgusted than she was as she savored the musky flavor.

It had been awhile since her dad left and suddenly the door flew open again. Taylor half-expected another round of dicks to be sucked, but instead she heard a woman laughing. A laugh she knew well. Her mother's.

"Should we really be doing this?" her mom said breathlessly between giggles.

"I can't think of a reason why not," said a guy. It was Bradley.

There were loud, sloppy noises as they had obviously started making out. Taylor heard them move over to the row of sinks and the sound of clothes being ripped off.

"What if someone hears us?" said her mother, any resolve she had withering away.

"Come on, who could hear us in here?" said Bradley. She could just picture the shit-eating grin he must have had while saying.

Jackson did not let her cover her ears, and the whole group sat silently as Bradley fucked Taylor's mom loudly and passionately not twenty feet away. The wet, squishing noise of her mom's pussy as Bradley pounded her from behind nearly made Taylor wretch. She came twice in rapid succession as the much younger guy fucked her like her husband had just fucked their daughter. When it was Bradley's turn to cum, he made her mom get down on her knees and take it on her face and mouth.

Laughing like school kids (which one of them was) they cleaned her up and went for the door. The whole thing took less than 5 minutes.

"That was sooo naughty!" laughed her mom like a total whore, "how have we not done this before?"

"Won't be the last time, I promise you that much," said Bradley, making sure to say it loud enough for Taylor to hear.

It was an uncomfortable car ride home.