Part 5: Spring
Chapter 38
The Spring Carnival was a goofy event that happened every year, with seniors setting up booths to raise money for charity. I was telling Jeff some ideas that I had for a booth when he told me, "Don't worry, I've already got something picked out. All you have to do is show up the day of the carnival."
I was a little disappointed, because half the fun is coming up with the idea, but on the other hand, I imagined it would be something deliciously wicked.
The day of the carnival dawned bright and sunny. It was a perfect day, and Jeff told me to meet him on the carnival grounds at 9:45, fifteen minutes before the carnival started. When I got there, I found Jeff next to a table set up about ten feet away from a big wooden backdrop.
"A pie throwing booth?" I exclaimed in surprise. That didn't seem very original or very sexy!
"Yup," Jeff said smiling. "Everyone gets to pay a dollar to throw a pie at the school slut!"
Jeff led me around the backdrop. I could see the back of all the other booths as well, and see other people rummaging around.
"Let's get you set up," Jeff told me. There were a few holes in the wood, with sliding pieces around them. There were also two padded benches that Jeff had me kneel on, one knee on each bench.
"You will be stuck through here for a long time," he explained. "I wouldn't want you to strain your back!" He then had me slip my head through the large padded hole, and he put my hands through two smaller holes. He then adjusted the wood around the three holes.
"How does it feel?" I heard him ask.
I wiggled around a little, and I realized that my head and hands were effectively immobilized. "It's OK, I guess," I called out, "but I can't move."
"That's fine," he called. "I'll be right there to help get you finished up."
I heard him banging around behind me for a bit, then he came around the front of the backdrop with Camille.
"You are going to get sweaty and messy today, so Camille agreed to help reapply your makeup and sunscreen," he told me. "Are you sure you are OK?"
"Yes, but I feel vulnerable and exposed," I told him.
"Really?" he said with an evil grin. "Tell me a story. Tell me what could happen to you while you are in there."
Camille started applying makeup. "Well, anyone could come up behind me and be looking at me, or even touching me!" I started. Just then, I did feel someone running his hands over my ass! I was wearing a sundress that buttoned up the front ñ Jeff had picked it out for me ñ and I felt the person pushing the dress up, and soon it was resting on my back and my panties were exposed!
"Someone just pushed my dress up!" I told Jeff frantically.
"Oooh, yes. Someone could come by and push up your dress," Jeff said. "What would he do next?"
"No, someone really did it!" I hissed. "Now he cut my panties off!" I started wriggling around, trying to get him to stop, but he didn't.
"Yes, he would push up your dress and take off your panties," Jeff said. "Now everyone standing back there can see your naked ass!"
The unknown assailant was unbuttoning my dress, and I felt him snip the shoulder straps, so that I was kneeling there, completely naked!
"He took my dress off!" I exclaimed.
"Do you think he would fuck you in front of everyone?" Jeff asked. I couldn't understand it. Jeff was acting like this was a fantasy I was telling, Camille was ignoring me as she applied makeup, and behind this piece of wood, a stranger was slipping his cock into my surprisingly wet pussy! How could he be doing this in front of everyone? Surely someone, one of the teachers or a parent, would see him and say something!
"She's already starting to look a little red," Camille told Jeff. "And she's panting like she's out of breath." It was no wonder! A hard cock was pounding into me. I could practically hear the slapping of skin on skin. Then I felt him spurt into me, and I shuddered as I came too, as silently as I could.
"I'm just going to make sure everything is OK in back," Jeff said, and he walked behind the booth. Now he would see that I was naked, cum oozing from my pussy.
Jeff didn't come out right away, and Camille said, "I've got to go get the pies ready." She went off and started taking pies out of a box and stacking them on the table. I was waiting to hear from Jeff when I saw him walking up to Camille. He told her something, then he came to me while Camille headed off behind the backdrop.
Jeff walked up to me holding something in his hand. "This is going to be a very successful booth," he told me. "For $2, you get goop all over the face of the school slut. But for $20, you get to get goop inside the school slut, and a souvenir photo to boot!"
He showed me the picture in his hand. It was John, smiling for the camera, his cock buried in my pussy! Across the bottom were the words, "I fucked Rachel Miller at the Spring Carnival!" Of course, you couldn't see my face, but that was not much consolation!
Just then, I felt someone playing with my nipples, and when I squirmed, I heard the faint ringing of bells. Someone had just attached bells to my nipples! I was naked at the Spring Carnival, and Jeff was selling my body for all comers!
"You are turning me into a prostitute!" I cried.
"I don't think that's true," Jeff said. "A prostitute sells her body for money. You aren't going to see any of the money; it's all going to charity. So you are still just a slut. Of course, everyone will think you are a whore, but what can you do?"
Jeff bent down and kissed my mouth, just as I felt someone else slip his cock into my sloppy cunt.
Jeff walked away and started trying to get people to come throw a pie in my face. People started lining up in front, and it was clear to me that they were lining up in back as well. It was so hard not to scream as orgasm after orgasm rocked my body. Someone must have been coaching them, because many of them spanked my ass, and I heard dozens of lewd comments about what a slut I was, and so many of them were laughing at me and my bells.
Every time someone in front hit my face, Jeff or Camille would come up and wipe my face off with a wet cloth, then give me a drink of water. One time Jeff came to me and said, "You might want to bite your tongue about now."
"Why?" I asked, but I quickly realized why as a thick cock sank into my ass for the first time. Jeff waited with me until I came from my first ass fuck of the day, then he went back to get more business for me. After that, it was open season on both holes, and more than half the guys chose my abused asshole.
Jeff approached me again while a cock was sawing in and out of my cunt and asked, "Can you guess who your pussy is clasped around right now?"
I shook my head, unable to do anything but grunt. "Mr. Welsley," Jeff told me, and I came. Mr. Welsley was our math teacher, and a sleazier teacher you would be hard pressed to find. He was always trying to look up girl's skirts, and knowing that he was fucking me pushed me right over the edge.
"Of course, he did not want a souvenir picture, but don't worry, we are video taping everything," Jeff told me.
Later in the day, Camille was cleaning my face when I told her, "Please tell Jeff that I need to go to the bathroom!"
When she went back, Jeff went behind me, and I thought that he was going to get me out, but then he came out and said, "You can go now."
"What do you mean?" I asked. "I can't get out."
"You don't have to," he told me. "I put a bucket between your legs. Just pee whenever you are ready. Just hurry up, because people want to fuck you."
"You can't be serious," I asked.
"If you don't do it now, you may not get a chance for a while," he said. "Then you might end up pissing on someone that was fucking you. How embarrassing would that be?"
I moaned in shame and released my bladder. I heard the piss hitting the bucket, and I heard some feminine voices saying, "What a skank! She's really pissing right in front of us!"
I recognized the voice; it was Marcie, one of the prissy girls who had been completely evil to me since I became a slut. I heard the giggling of her posse around her.
"You let those girls see me," I whispered accusingly to Jeff.
"You wanted to feel humiliated," he said gently. "Can you think of anything more humiliating than those girls watching you piss while Mr. Welsley's cum is dripping out of you?"
"No," I groaned.
"If I pay my money, can I fuck her?" I heard Marcie say, and I realized that I was wrong; there was something more humiliating. I felt what I assumed was a dildo stab into me, and I felt someone else slapping my ass, while someone different flicked my nipples, causing the bells to ring.
"My god, this skank's cunt is so big that this huge dildo goes in with no problem!" I heard Marcie exclaim. "Let's see if she's that loose everywhere!" I felt the dildo removed, then shoved painfully through my abused sphincter. Someone else squeezed my clit and I closed my eyes and came again.
"The slut just came!" someone shrieked, and then I felt a warm liquid slosh on me.
"Hey!" I heard a guy say. "Cut that out! Get out of here!" He hustled them out as I realized that one of them had poured my hot piss over me, and I came again. They had left the dildo in my ass, and it fell to the floor as my orgasm squeezed it out.
Jeff went back behind me and I felt him clean me all off. When he was done, he said, "Just one more hour, my slut," just as I felt another cock enter my cunt.
At the end of the day, we had earned almost $650 for charity, the most profitable booth at the carnival.