SSY-09B.TXT
STACY'S SENIOR YEAR
(PART NINE-B)
by Parker
an210088@anon.penet.fi
WARNING: This story contains any number of things which
could cause offence: blackmail, humilation, semi-consensual
intercourse, D&S and all that sort of good stuff. If you are
offended by this kind of thing, STOP READING. This is not
for you. Consider yourself warned.
- This is (once again) the ninth part of a ten-part story.
For those of you who have been patient enough to get through
the previous eight parts, go ahead. If you haven't yet done
so, I suggest you read them before reading this.
Copyright 1993 (whatever that means). Feel free to
spread as many copies about as you wish, but I would
appreciate it if you would spread these copies in their
original form along with the original attribution. I
want all of the blame/credit; after all, I did all the
work. That's all.
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Stacy recognized the house.
She had been there once before; the night of the "party" she had attended.
The party with the guys from BCN. She blushed furiously as she remembered what
she could of the events of that night; the sight of the house brought them
flooding back over her in a wave of shame. Stacy looked at Ashley sitting
beside her in the back seat of Sharon's car. Ashley glared back at her. Ever
since what had happened last January - when Stacy had done her part to render
Ashley vulnerable to the blackmail - Ashley had refused to have anything to do
with Stacy. Stacy didn't blame her. She just wanted the girl to drink the
alcohol; to prepare herself.
She didn't know yet. She didn't know what was going to happen inside the
house. Perhaps that was why she was so reluctant to drink when Sharon had
handed them the thermos. This time, it contained some sort of wine cooler.
Stacy had sucked hungrily at the alcohol. She had a pretty good idea of what
would be expected of them that night, and knew that she would need all the help
she could get from Gary's drugs. Ashley, not really understanding what was
going on, took a couple of sips when Stacy handed it over, but had to be
ordered by Sharon before she would drink any more. Karen was also in the car -
in the front seat beside Sharon - but she was strangely quiet. She just sat
there in silence, staring straight ahead out the front window.
"OK," Sharon ordered brightly, "let's go."
She opened her door and slid out of the car. Stacy and Ashley followed
suit, but Karen remained where she was. Sharon bent down and looked at her.
"You sure you don't want to come in?" she asked. "It'll be fun." Karen
shook her head and looked away.
Sharon just shrugged her shoulders and closed the door. Gesturing at the
two other girls to follow her, she began walking up towards the house.
The large living room had clearly been specially arranged for the party.
Most of the furniture had been moved out, leaving only a big, yellow couch in
the centre of the space. Instead of the tables, chairs and other bits of
furniture that had been there a few months ago, the boys had laid out a bunch
of bare mattresses. The BCN Barracudas had just finished up a winning season,
and the guys were ready to party. They were crowded around the big couch - all
fourteen of them - beers in hand, waiting for the big entrance. Sharon smirked
at them as she stood by the door. Perfect. Time to get the show on the road.
"Gentlemen," she cried out theatrically over the catcalls and hooting, "I
give you your entertainment for the evening. May I present..." She swung open
the door. "Cumslut, who some of you know from before..."
Stacy - Cumslut - entered the room. She was wearing a short black
miniskirt and bright pink tank top. A pair of black stockings ran from just
below the hem of the skirt down to her feet, which had been forced into bright
red, four inch pumps. She was having some trouble walking in them, but Sharon
had insisted. In fact, Sharon had fastened shut the ankle strap with a small
lock; Stacy would be wearing the pumps until Sharon chose to unlock them. Her
hair was combed out, flowing down over her bare shoulders in a blonde wave, and
her face was made up in the same overdone, sluttish manner it had been done the
first time she had been here. She tried to force a smile and look sexy as she
entered the room, following Sharon's instructions, but it wasn't easy.
Thankfully, the drug was starting to have its customary affect on her, and she
began to feel the familiar, welcome tingle in her crotch.
"...and Melons."
Ashley - Melons - followed close behind, wearing even less than Stacy. All
she had on was a red garter belt, which held up a set of black, fishnet
stockings. Her outfit was completed by a pair of pink lace panties and a black,
pushup bra. Her breasts, always her most prominent feature, jutted out
magnificently, the nipples clearly visible over the top of the bra. Like Stacy,
she also wore a pair of four inch pumps, locked onto her feet by the ankle
strap. Ashley also tried to smile and look sexy, but was unable to manage
anything other than a frightened grimace. She was feeling nothing from the
alcohol they had been given to drink. There was no comfortable disassociation
or warm tingling in her pussy.
Just fear.
With a cheer of approval, the members of the BCN Barracudas surged forward
to begin their party.
It had been a good season for Terry Brooks. A freshman at BCN, he had
quickly found both a place on the first string of the Barracudas and acceptance
at the almost all-white school. Terry, a tall wiry black boy from Oregon, had
been expecting things to be difficult at BCN, but that hadn't proved to be the
case. Everything had come together nicely. First, a place on the team; then a
winning season with him as the star receiver; and now this: prime white teenage
pussy. The kind of thing he could only dream of at home. God, he loved
California! Utilizing the speed which had made him a star on the football
field, he was the first to reach Cumslut, the short blonde one. He liked them
blonde; young, blonde and horny.
Like this one.
He threw his arm around her and crushed his lips to hers. She responded
almost immediately, her tongue welcoming his into the wet confines of her
mouth. While they kissed, he slipped his other hand down, under the miniskirt
and up into her crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties. He slid his finger into
her pussy; it was already wet. She moaned into his mouth as they kissed.
What a slut!
Unable to hold himself back, Terry pushed her down backwards onto a
mattress and climbed aboard. She fell back, legs spread invitingly. He fumbled
at his zipper until his cock hung free. It was hard and ready for action.
Cumslut gasped as he fell onto her and jammed it into all the way into her cunt
with one powerful surge of his hips.
Almost immediately, she began to pump against him, trying to suck it in
even further.
Stacy felt the orgasm hit just as the black guy came. The feel of his warm
sperm boiling out into her pussy sent her over the edge into a rising wave of
pleasure that overwhelmed all other considerations. All thoughts of shame,
humiliation or pain were washed away in the screaming, writhing, crushing surge
of ecstasy which slammed through her beautiful body. Gasping and writhing,
Stacy screamed her pleasure until she crested the top and began to settle back
down.
The black guy, a strange look on his face, pulled out of her and pushed
himself to his feet.
"Fucking hell," he called over his shoulder as he backed away, "she's a
hot bitch."
In the back of her mind, Stacy realized she should be feeling something at
this, but couldn't remember what it was. All she knew right now was that she
needed some more cock. Now! The guys were more than obliging. Almost
immediately, she was dragged onto her hands and knees, and a cock stuck into
her sopping pussy. She ground her tight ass back to meet the impaling thrusts
of the guy fucking her.
Another cock appeared in front of her face. Instinctively, she grabbed at
it and began sucking...
Sharon laughed as she watched Stacy writhe on the floor under the black
guy. She was observing the event through the viewfinder of her father's
camcorder. The guys at BCN had been a little hesitant at her filming their
party, but when she offered them the girls at half price, they had quickly
agreed. As well, Sharon had assured them that the video was only for personal
use. And, of course, she had promised them a copy.
She continued to film as Stacy's moans and cries got louder and more
passionate. Finally, Stacy writhed and screamed her way through the biggest
orgasm Sharon had ever seen; all captured for posterity...
Ashley turned and tried to run as the guys from the football team surged
towards her, but she was unable to move effectively in the high-heels. She
stumbled against a wall, and was quickly caught. The football player who
grabbed her was obviously a lineman of some sort; he was well over six feet
tall and must have weighed close to 300 pounds. He spun her around to face him
and began to paw at her tits as they jutted invitingly over the skimpy pushup
bra.
"Melons, huh?" he grunted, a stupid grin on his face. His breath smelled
of beer.
"P-please..." Ashley began to whimper in fright. All Sharon's instructions
about how she was to behave... all the warnings about blackmail and pictures
fled from her mind. All that mattered was getting away from this nightmare.
The lineman moved one hand down and began to scratch roughly at her
crotch. Ashley, now crying, dropped her hands from where they had been trying
to protect her breasts and pushed at the offending hand, but it was no use.
Ignoring her attempts to stop him, he grabbed at her panties and jerked them
away from her crotch. The delicate elastic held for a moment, but then snapped.
The useless panties were quickly dropped to the floor.
"Please," Ashley whispered, trying to steady herself against the wall. She
tried to slide away, but she was unable to get any purchase on ground with the
pumps.
The guy slid his cock free from his pants. It was rock hard.
"OK, Melons," he sneered, "here it comes."
Ignoring her cries, he inserted his cock into her dry pussy and began to
push. Pinned, standing against the wall, the tall brunette could only wriggle
in pain as the cock ground, inch by painful inch, into her cunt.
Finally, it was fully inserted. Grunting with effort, he started to fuck
it in and out of her as she stood against the wall, moaning and crying on the
impaling cock.
Sharon filmed Stacy for a few moments more as the blonde teenager eagerly
accommodated the two cocks, one in her mouth and one in her ass, and then
stopped the camera. They had more than enough material on Stacy; it was time
they got a little more on Ashley. Despite all that they had done for her, Karen
had been less then forthcoming about her activities with the brunette, and
Sharon wanted some dirt of her own. She looked over at the other girl.
Ashley was pinned with her back against the wall, being fucked by a
hulking brute of a football player. Sharon brought the camera up and began
filming just as he came. Ashley wriggled around like a fish on a hook as her
cunt was filled with his sperm and then fell limply to the floor when he pulled
away.
The guy was immediately replaced by another "customer". Ashley was pulled
onto a mattress, rolled on her back and then impaled by another cock while two
other guys held her long legs spread wide. Unlike Stacy, however, Ashley was
clearly not having a good time. She screamed and struggled as the football
player pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. Her fists were futilely
smacking against his muscular back as he fucked her, unaware or uncaring of
her response.
Sharon stopped filming.
There was no point in filming a rape. The stuff with Stacy was safe, as
she was so obviously participating, but Ashley was clearly being forced. While
Sharon had no problem with that (in fact, she kind of enjoyed it), such a tape
could land them all in jail.
She bit her lip as the older girl was brutally raped in front of her. Why
was the drug not working on her?
The cock twitched and then spurted warm, sticky sperm all over her face,
but Stacy didn't care. She just wanted more. By now, she had serviced at least
six guys: two in her cunt, another three, four or maybe five in her hot,
sucking mouth. Stacy didn't care. She just wanted more. Her mouth hung open,
tongue extended, waiting for another cock to fill it up. She felt another guy
kneel down behind her. Spreading her thighs, the blonde slut leaned back, her
pussy aching to be filled. Instead, she felt the cock push against her ass
cheeks and then into her ass itself. But Stacy didn't care; she just wanted
more. Squealing with pleasure, she eased herself back, impaling her nether-hole
on the cock. She heard the guy groan as he began to pump himself in and out.
Moaning with lust, she reached up a hand and began to use her fingers to
scrape the cum from her face and slide it into her mouth.
"God, what a slut!"
But Stacy didn't care...
Cumslut didn't care...
The brunette - "Melons" the fat girl had called her - tried to scramble
away off the mattress after Jeff had finished with her, but two guys grabbed
her and held her down on her back. She kicked and screamed, but was unable to
fight her way free.
Billy "Headhunter" Hawkins looked down on her as she wriggled madly on the
mattress. Her pussy looked red, raw from Jeff's recent assault (Jeff was one
well-hung dude! Wasn't that the truth). One of her massive tits had popped free
from the questionable protection of the bra, and floppy freely as the girl
struggled to free herself.
"Well shee-it," he drawled. "Looks like Melons here needs a cock up her
cunt."
Melons stopped struggling and looked up, her eyes wide with horror as the
beefy linebacker undid his belt and let his pants slip down to his ankles. His
cock, its tip already glistening, hung down in front of him.
"Looks good, huh girl?" Hawkins played with it, stroking it to its full
size. It didn't take long. "Ten inches of prime Mississippi man-meat."
"Please..."
Laughing, Hawkins lowered himself to his knees and fell forward on top of
her, crushing her breasts beneath his great weight. It only took a moment
before his cock was inside of her tight, warm pussy...
Something snapped.
Maybe it was the cock in her asshole. Maybe it was the taste and feel of
the sperm which half-covered her face. But, something snapped.
A sudden, overwhelming wave of orgasms rumbled up from her battered pussy
and washed over her abused body as the lone cock sawed in and out of her ass.
Screaming wildly, Stacy - Cumslut - thrashed about, orgasm after orgasm
shooting through her. The guy riding her asshole could only grab onto her
thighs and hold on as she bucked wildly beneath him...
Hawkins looked up from where he was fucking brunette.
She was no longer fighting, having given up the struggle as another guy -
Stadler, the centre - had shoved his cock between those gorgeous lips and into
her pleading mouth. She just lay there now, limp and accepting as the two
football players fucked her helpless body.
Someone was screaming.
Hawkins stopped moving - leaving his cock buried deep inside Melon's tight
teenage cunt - and squinted across the room to see what was happening. Stadler,
however, ignored screaming; he just continued sliding his spit-glistening cock
in and out of the brunette's mouth.
It was the blonde slut. She was bucking and screaming while Pete Brindle
held on for dear life.
"YES... YES... YES..."
She seemed almost crazed as she bounced up and down under Pete's dead
weight. Finally, the football player was able to hold on no longer. His grip on
her sweaty thigh slipped free, and he was thrown off. His cock flapped wildly
in the air as he rolled off the mattress and slammed into the couch.
The girl stopped thrashing as the cock left her ass and started to look
about frantically, her green eyes wild with lust and her left hand sawing in
and out of her dripping pussy.
"Cocks," she cried. "I need cocks... fuck me; fuck me... pleeeeeeeeeze..."
She looked about, but everyone in the room was frozen with shock.
Frustrated, she fell back on her ass and spread her legs invitingly.
"Please fuck me," she begged. Her other hand was now playing roughly with
her breasts. "Fuck Cumslut... fuck Cumslut..." She continued to masturbate,
muttering to herself as she reached another, smaller, orgasm.
"Please,"she begged quietly, shuddering in the aftermath of the orgasm.
"Please fuck me... fuck Cumslut..."
Sharon watched open-mouthed as Stacy writhed sluttishly on the mattress,
mewling quietly and pleading to be fucked. She would never have believed it if
she hadn't seen it with her own...
THE CAMERA!
Sharon looked down at the video camera as it hung uselessly at her side.
Fuck. Gary would kill her!
She looked up. The room had gone silent as everyone stared at the blonde
teenager on the mattress. Stacy was now scraping cum from her tits and licking
it off her fingers. Even the player fucking Ashley had stopped moving. The only
movement from the room came from the big guy pumping is cock in and out of
Ashley's mouth. He had his eyes closed, and seemed to be off in his own world,
as he fucked the beautiful brunette's face.
No one else moved.
'Christ,' Sharon thought. 'I'd better do something quick before the whole
night's ruined.'
A groan came from the other end of the room. The guy fucking Ashley's
mouth finally came, shooting sperm into her mouth and then onto her outraged
face as she tried to turn away. She coughed and choked, but wouldn't swallow.
The guy looked up, opening his eyes. Everyone was staring at him except
Ashley, who was busy coughing up his sperm.
"Jeez," he muttered, puzzled at the attention.
Sharon had an idea.
"OK," she cried, quickly moving forward to the centre of the room. "So
much for round one."
All eyes in the room now turned to her. Nervous, she looked about the
room. Ahh... there it was.
"Pull that coffee table over," she ordered. Two of the football players
obliged. The coffee table had been slid up against the wall at the back of the
living room. It stood just over two feet off the ground and was about four feet
long. The guys set it down in front of her.
"Good," she stated. "Now bring the sluts over here."
The guy who had been fucking Ashley pulled out and dragged her to her
feet. The tall brunette stumbled on the high-heels, but was able to remain
upright as he dragged her across the room to the coffee table. Sharon pushed
Ashley down on her knees at one end of the table, facing over the table-top.
When Ashley was in position, Sharon pushed the top of her body downwards, so
her upper body was lying flat across the top of the table.
"OK, now..." Sharon turned, but no one had moved to get Stacy. Everyone
seemed a little spooked by her. She had been left by herself on the mattress as
she rubbed her fingers over her inflamed pussy and muttered to herself.
"C'mon Cumslut," Sharon called at her. Stacy looked up. "Here Cumslut."
Sharon talked to her as if she were a dog. "C'mon. Come get fucked."
"Fucked?"
That got her attention. Scrambling awkwardly to her feet, Stacy stumbled
over to the coffee table. Sperm dripped from her mouth and pussy as Sharon
placed her, kneeling, opposite Ashley across the coffee table. When she pushed
the squirming girl down onto the top of the table, Stacy's and Ashley's faces
met almost exactly halfway across.
"Anyone got a couple of belts?" In short order, two belts had been
produced, and Sharon used them to secure the two girls into position by
wrapping them around their lower backs and under the coffee table.
Sharon leaned forward.
"OK sluts," she whispered. "Lets see some lezzie stuff. The guys need
warming up."
Almost immediately, Stacy reached up (as best she could, strapped in as
she was) and cupped Ashley's face in her hands. The brunette tried to pull
away, but her movement was restricted by the belt, and she was unable to get
free. Slowly and gently, Stacy pushed her face forward and planted a soft kiss
on Ashley's cum-stained lips.
Ashley quit struggling as she felt Stacy's lips, soft and warm, on her
own. She knew it was wrong, but it felt so good! Particularly after all the
rough treatment she had been experiencing. Almost involuntarily, she parted her
sticky lips and moaned softly as Stacy's wet tongue slid into her mouth and
began exploring. In moments, the two girls were kissing passionately, their
tongues entwined. After the repeated, brutal rapes of the past forty-five
minutes, it seemed like heaven to Ashley. The gentleness of the other girl's
lips sent shivers of pleasure shooting through her abused body.
The spell was broken when Ashley heard the guys start cheering. She opened
her eyes; both her and Stacy looked around in panic as the members of the
football team formed lines behind them and, one at a time, slid their
re-aroused cocks into the girls' pussies. Ashley started to struggle at this
new invasion, but Stacy brought her hands up and cupped her face.
"Relax," the blonde teenager whispered. "It's easier."
Ashley started to spit out a retort, but was cut off by the feel of
Stacy's lips once again meeting hers. The brunette closed her eyes and tried to
relax; shutting out the world - shutting out the sharp pain in her asshole as
one of the players brutally rammed his cock in - as if nothing else existed
other than this beautiful girl in front of her.
As if nothing else mattered other than the feel of her soft, velvety lips
as they writhed against her own...
Hawkins watched, gently massaging his cock, as the two teenage sluts
necked together while simultaneously getting their asses reamed out by one guy
after another. Jesus, it was hot! He didn't, however, join the queue. He had
unfinished business with the brunette - Melons - and wanted to make sure he had
her full attention when he fucked her. He could see the way Ashley's senses
were closed to the world while his teammates fucked her ass and cunt. Not like
the blonde bitch. She was hot. She was moaning and wriggling back against each
cock as it impaled her from behind. As far as he could tell, she had come at
least four times since the fat girl had belted her down to the coffee table.
She was really into the lez-bo stuff too; her and Melons were going at it like
a pair of bitches in heat.
Eventually, his chance came up, as the stream of football players began to
slack off a bit. They had each come at least twice now, and those that wanted
more were choosing the blonde cunt. She fucked back, while the other - sexy a
bitch as she was - just lay there, unresisting.
Hawkins waited until there were no more guys waiting and then moved
forward to unstrap the tall brunette. She struggled as he tore her away from
her kiss with her blonde friend, but offered no real resistance as he threw her
down on a mattress. She just stared up at him, wild-eyed, as he lowered himself
between her legs and once again thrust his cock into her sopping pussy. This
time he was going to cum inside her. The bitch began to cry as Hawkins fucked
her, but he didn't mind that.
Hell, it just meant she was paying attention.
Karen sat, motionless, in the front seat of Sharon's car, staring blankly
out the front window at the house. It had been over an hour now. She should
have taken Sharon's advice and gone into the house to watch, but just the idea
of those guys and what they would do to her Ashley...
Karen shook her head, trying to banish those thoughts from her mind. It
had been a running battle to keep the brunette from going out with guys from
school. If that slut wanted cock so badly, she was welcome to it. She would be
getting a lot of it. Karen would see to that. Even better, there was a lot of
money to be made, as Sharon had pointed out. Lots of cash.
So, why did she feel so sick just thinking about it? Why did the mere
thought of some big shithead of a male sticking his ugly cock into Ashley make
feel like crying?
Enough! Karen reached for the handle and pushed open the car door...
Sharon had videotaped the entire scene on the coffee table, and was now
focusing on Stacy as the blonde slut began servicing two guys: one from behind
her as she knelt, strapped in place, over the wooden surface, and one in her
mouth as he straddled the coffee table in front of her.
She continued to keep the camera away from Ashley, who refused to become
aroused. Sharon couldn't understand it; Ashley had drank as much of the drug as
Stacy, but she wasn't...
Realization dawned.
There was no drug! Gary hadn't been putting anything in Stacy's drinks for
three months now. The stuff in the thermos had only been alcohol. Ashley was
doing this straight!
Sharon stared open-mouthed as the tall brunette, tears streaming down her
face, was being fucked on the mattress. Then she looked back at Stacy on the
coffee table. If Ashley was doing this without the benefit of the drug, then so
was Stacy. On the coffee table, Stacy groaned with pleasure as her body was
wracked with yet another orgasm.
The door behind her banged shut. Sharon whirled around to see...
Karen ran into the room, her pudgy face red with exertion. Where was...
She stopped in her tracks as her eyes lit on the mattress where some asshole
was lying between Ashley's spread legs, pumping his cock in and out while the
tall brunette cried and struggled beneath him.
Sharon reached towards her, but Karen shook off her hand.
"Get off of her, you asshole," she screeched, running towards the
mattress. Shocked, the guy looked up from where he was fucking Ashley just in
time to see Karen come barrelling across the room towards him. He only had time
to throw up his hands as the fat teenager slammed into him with enough force to
make him think he was back on the football field. With a shout, he fell back,
his cock sliding out of Ashley's sopping cunt just as he came. A wad of sperm
flew up and sailed across the room, splattering against the back wall.
"K-Karen?" Ashley looked up at her rescuer from where she was cringing on
the mattress, confused and frightened.
"It's OK honey," Karen said soothingly, bending down to help the naked
girl to her feet. "I've got you now."
The room fell silent as Karen helped the crying brunette to her feet and
then led her towards the door.
"What the fuck?" It was the guy she had knocked off of Ashley. Karen
looked up at him. For a moment, it seemed like he was going to go after her,
but he quickly backed down. He cock still dripped sperm as it dangled, limp and
wet, before him.
Karen led the trembling Ashley out through the front door and into the
open air.
The door slammed shut behind them.
Sharon, along with everyone else in the room, stood in stunned silence.
The only sound to be heard was a quiet slurping from where Stacy continued to
suck on the cock of the guy sitting in front of her.
"Hey!" It was the guy Karen had knocked over; Hawker, or something like
that. "What the fuck was that all about?" He had wrapped a towel around his
waist. "We paid for two whores tonight, not just one."
Sharon felt a moment of panic as the guys in the room turned their
attention towards her. She thought quickly.
"OK," she cried, "Fair enough. I'll return half the money..." 'Karen's
share, she thought grimly. "...and the video will be free." She looked around,
experiencing a tense moment. Would they go for it?
Then the silence was broken as the guy Stacy was sucking finally came,
groaning loudly as he pumped his warm sperm into her rapidly convulsing throat.
Another guy cheered, and then the tension broke as the guys converged on Stacy.
The guy pulled his now limp cock out of her mouth, and moved away.
He was quickly replaced by another player.
Karen helped Ashley into the back seat, slid in beside her and shut the
car door. She had draped her coat over the other girl's shoulders, but, despite
the warmth of the evening, the tall brunette could not stop shivering. Besides
the light coat, Ashley wore only the fish-net stockings (now ripped) and the
locked-on pumps. Her upper body and thighs were covered with bruises from where
she had been roughly handled; her face and tits were covered with
rapidly-congealing sperm.
Karen felt like crying.
The heavy teenager reached up and put her arm around the taller girl's
shoulder. To her surprise, the brunette stopped trembling and leaned into her.
Ashley lay her head on Karen's shoulder.
"H-honey... Ashley," Karen felt strangely tongue-tied. Her throat had gone
dry, and she had to swallow before continuing. "I... I just want you to know
that... uhm; I'm, like, s-sorry about what - what happened in... in there." A
tear began to trickle down her face. "I d-didn't mean..."
She was interrupted by the soft touch of Ashley's finger on her cheek,
brushing away the tear. She looked over at the other girl; she was so
beautiful! Even through the tears and the bruises and the dried sperm. She
looked so...
"Karen..."
Ashley's voice was soft and hoarse.
"Karen..."
Stacy moaned and bucked as yet another of the football players came in her
pussy. The cock in front of her had exploded in her face a few moments earlier,
and she was still licking the sperm off her lips. It had been over an hour
since her last orgasm, and the guys were at last beginning to slow down. She
must have fucked all of them at least three times. At least, it felt like it.
Her pussy had gone numb any number of fucks ago, and the members of the
football team had neither the skill nor the inclination to give her clit the
attention it needed to give her pleasure. As a result, she was slowly coming
out of the pleasure-induced fog that had enveloped her mind earlier in the
evening.
The cock slid out of her pussy, leaving her cock-free for the first time
in hours. Almost immediately, she felt a hand at grab ahold of her hair and
drag her painfully to her feet. Dimly, she opened her eyes to see what was
happening.
It was Sharon.
Stacy winced, but didn't offer any resistance as she was pulled across the
room and forced to kneel on top of the coffee table. Her balance, always
precarious on the four inch heels, failed her and she slipped backwards.
Sharon, however, caught her and shoved her back upright. Quickly, she turned
the blonde teenager around and positioned her so that she was leaning back on
her heels with her thighs spread wide. Her sopping red cunt glistened in the
light.
Sharon pulled the thermos out and handed it to the naked girl. Anxious to
recapture the pleasure she had felt earlier in the evening, Stacy sucked
hungrily at it, finishing what was left. She burped slightly as Sharon took
back the empty thermos.
"Now listen," Sharon muttered to her. "You're going to put on a bit of a
show for the guys. They're getting a bit worn down. Do you understand?"
Stacy felt the now-familiar rush of the alcohol and drugs. Confused, she
shook her head as her well-used cunt began to tingle.
"I'm going to ask you some questions," Sharon explained, "You're going to
answer to the camera. If you don't get them excited again, and quickly, I'll
see that this tape gets spread around a bit. Is that clear?"
Stacy choked back the tears and nodded her head. She was doing everything
they told her to do; why the threats? She was a good girl!
One hand reached down and began rubbing her pussy. Sharon slapped it away.
"Not yet," she ordered. Obediently, Stacy let her hand fall limply at her
side. Sharon would tell her what to do.
Sharon stepped back and surveyed the scene. The football players were all
lined up against the walls, out of sight of the camera, watching Stacy as she
perched on the coffee table. Perfect. The video camera had been set up to cover
the shot from the front, framing Stacy directly in the screen. Now,just one
more thing and they would be set up...
"Anyone ready for a blowjob?"
One of the big guys - the one who had been knocked over earlier by Karen -
stepped forward. His cock jutted out in front of him, ready for action. Sharon
nodded him towards Stacy and watched as he moved forward to stand in front of
her. Stacy, once again trembling with lust, took the cock in her mouth and
began slurping away on it. The slut's hand wandered down to her cunt and began
sliding up and down.
Sharon moved in and whispered in Stacy's ear as she sucked.
"Two things, bitch." Stacy's eyes rolled towards Sharon as she continued
to work on the cock.
"First, you can play with yourself all you like, but don't come until I
say. Do you understand?" Stacy moaned an acknowledgement.
"Second, when this guy comes, don't swallow. Hold it in your mouth until I
say otherwise." Stacy's eyes widened, but she once again grunted in the
affirmative.
Satisfied, Sharon backed away and watched as the blonde teenager brought
the guy to an orgasm and sucked his sperm into her mouth. By the time he was
finished, her cheeks were bulging with the thick, white fluid.
OK. Everything was ready. Sharon hit the "record" button and began talking
to Stacy as she crouched on the coffee table facing the camera, legs spread and
cunt glistening.
"What's your name?"
Stacy looked confused.
"What's your name?" Sharon repeated, menacingly.
"S-Stacy," came the uncertain answer. "Stacy R-Richards."
A small trickle of cum dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin. The
blonde slut was still playing with herself and was obviously very close to
having an orgasm.
Sharon shook her head.
"What is your name?"
Understanding dawned on Stacy's cum-encrusted face. She looked like she
was about to cry.
"Cumslut," she answered quietly, trying to keep the cum in her mouth. "My
name is Cumslut."
Sharon smirked at her.
"What are you, Cumslut? What do you do?"
Stacy moaned, trying not to come. She looked beseechingly at her
tormentor, but Sharon just stared back at her.
"I'm a whore," the blonde answered, broken. "I'm a slut." Her left hand,
the one with almost-full charm bracelet, moved faster and faster over her
pussy.
"Please..."
"Karen..."
Ashley looked over at the girl who had pulled her out from under the guy
who had been raping her. The girl who had rescued her.
"I... what you said about g-guys..." Karen's arm felt good on her
shoulder. It somehow made her feel safe and warm.
"You were right..."
The tall brunette fought back the tears. "You were right about them..."
She looked over at her rescuer. She saw the greasy hair; the weight problem;
the acne...
"Ashley..."
The other girl began to speak, but Ashley cut her off with a finger on her
lips.
"Karen," she whispered, "I just want you to know..."
"...let me come.
"What are you?" By now, the cum was trickling steadily out from between
Stacy's lips as she babbled away.
"I'm a toy; a sex-toy. I need to be fucked all the time. I love to have
cocks up my ass and in my cunt and in my mouth."
Stacy - Cumslut - felt the waves of pleasure pulse up from where her
fingers rubbed frantically at her clit. In spite of the humiliation - or as a
result of it - she could feel another orgasm building up inside of her.
"Please," she begged. "Let me come..."
"What are you?"
"I love cum. I love to suck it out of big juicy cocks. I love to feel it
dribble over my lips and all over my face."
She could feel her face reddening with intense humiliation, but she was
unable to stop herself. It wasn't her fault.
"Shit on me... piss on me... come all over me..."
It was the drugs. They did this to her. Gary and Sharon and Neil could
blackmail her all they wanted, but it was the drugs that made her...
"I'm a slut," she wailed, feeling the orgasm slowly build in her body. She
stopped talking and looked over at Sharon.
"Let me come... please?"
Sharon looked at her for a moment and then nodded her approval. It was
time to bring this to an end.
Stacy brought her other hand down to her cunt and began to thrust first
one, then two and finally three fingers into her hungry cunt, all the while
rubbing furiously at her clit.
"I'm a cunt... I'm a bitch... I'm... Ahhhhh..."
Sharon watched in amazement as the blonde slut wailed and cried her way
into and through a massive orgasm. The sperm she had been holding in her cheeks
exploded outwards, drenching her lower face and tits as she screamed and sobbed
on the coffee table.
What a slut!
Finally, Stacy crested the top of the orgasm. Sharon watched as she slowly
calmed down.
"Cumslut..." the blonde teenager mumbled, over and over again, her fingers
hard at work in her dripping cunt. "...Cumslut..."
The room fell silent for a moment, but then Stacy began to build herself
back up again.
Sharon bit her lip as she watched. The bitch was going to come again!
'I've got to tell her,' she thought to herself. Gary would kill her,
but...
Sharon waited until Stacy was just reaching the crest of yet another
orgasm. Then, after shutting off the camera, she walked slowly forward and
leaned in to whisper something into the slut's ear...
Ashley hesitated momentarily, but then carried on.
"D-do you remember that day... at Stacy's. Where... where you, uhm...
spanked me?"
Karen nodded dumbly.
"I... well..." Ashley was obviously embarrassed. "Would you... would you
do it a-again?"
Karen just stared.
"I... I know I've been b-bad," the brunette stammered. "I need to be
punished; I n-need you to spank me." Ashley flushed and looked away.
Karen felt a sudden flush of joy as she looked over at Ashley. The
brunette was looking down, unable to meet the other girl in the eye. But that
was alright. In fact, it was better then alright!
"Yes darling," Karen answered. "Of course I'll give you a spanking." She
shifted slightly in her seat.
"Come here."
Moving carefully, her flesh bruised and aching from the rough treatment in
the house, Ashley spread her long, luscious body out over Karen's lap, ass
upwards.
Karen wasted no time. She immediately began administering strong, rhythmic
slaps to the well-presented ass. Soon, it was shining red.
At first, the pain was great for Ashley, but that was OK; she deserved it.
After a while, however, the burning seemed to fade away somewhat, and was
replaced by a slow wave of pleasure which spread steadily outward from where
her pussy rubbed against Karen's knee.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Ashley kept repeating this phrase as the
pleasure built up and then took her over the edge into an intense orgasm.
"Oh god..."
Crying, the tall brunette trembled and shook on the other girl's lap.
Karen stopped slapping Ashley's ass and began to finger her clit, quickly
sending the other girl into a second, more intense, orgasm.
Finally, it was over.
Ashley turned her tear and cum-stained face upwards and looked Karen in
the eye, her eyes wide with adoration.
"I love you," she whispered.
Hawkins slowly rubbed his hand along his rapidly hardening cock as he
watched the scene in front of him. He had already come three times that night,
but that blonde slut's performance on the coffee table was making him hard
again. Fuckin' A!
She was perched up on the coffee table, masturbating and going on about
what a slut she was and other stuff like that, all the while dribbling his cum
down her chin. This went on for a long time until the fat chick told the slut
she could finally come, which she did almost immediately. What an orgasm! The
bitch thrashed about and screamed like she was having her tits mangled or
something. Hawkins had never seen anything like it.
After that, the fat girl turned off the camera and walked towards the
whore. She waited until it looked like the slut was going to have another
orgasm, then leaned in and whispered something in her ear. Immediately, the
blonde stopped frigging herself and stared at the other girl, her eyes wide.
"No," the blonde whispered. "You're lying."
The fat girl just smirked and shook her head. Once again, she muttered
something to the slut on the coffee table, and then turned to walk away.
"You're lying," the blonde yelled at her retreating back. "It's n-not
true." She had started crying; tears streamed down her face, making trails in
the dried cum. Her entire body was wracked with violent sobs. Hawkins noticed
that her left hand began to move again.
The fat girl laughed. She picked up the video camera and walked to the
door.
"You're lying," the blonde screamed from her perch on the coffee table.
"You're lying!"
The other girl turned.
"No," she said quietly, "I'm not. No drugs; not tonight and not since
January."
Sharon paused and looked Stacy up and down as the bitch crouched, wailing,
on the coffee table. Her blonde hair was matted with sweat and cum; her face,
once beautiful, was red and splotchy with tears and sperm; her lithe body was
bruised and caked with dried sperm. And, all the while, her left hand
continuously frigged at her exposed pussy, the metal charm bracelet glinting
mockingly in the light.
"Slut."
Sharon looked up at the football players standing at the back of the room.
To a man, they were hard again.
"She's all yours," she said, smirking. "Just get her back in one piece."
She turned and walked out the front door.
"Nooooo!!" The blonde bitch broke down, sobbing and crying as the members
of the football team moved towards her.
END PART NINE-B
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