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POOL PARTY I
By Parker
an210088@anon.penet.fi
WARNING: This story involves rather a good deal of non-
consensual sex, humiliation and any number of other things
which should not be undertaken in real life. If you do not
want to read this sort of material, STOP NOW!
Copyright 1994 by me (Parker). Feel free to distribute
(unaltered of course), but be discrete.
This is part one of a four part story.
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No one was happy to see Jennifer.
Which, to an outsider, might have seemed surprising. With her thick, black
hair, flawless alabaster skin, full red lips and slender, athletic
despite-the-fact-I-never-lower-myself-to- exercise body, Jennifer Watson was
one of the most desirable girls on campus. At least as far as looks went. And
the male students of the Phi Phi Phi fraternity were certainly just about as
appreciative of good looking women as one would expect them to be. Even more
so.
This particular good looking woman, however, was the president and head
agitator of the local chapter of Concerned Students for Political Correctness.
In her second year at Bakersville College North, she had been instrumental in
the college's decision to withdraw funding from the fraternity newsletter as a
result of certain allegedly sexist comments. She had later caused the
fraternity's sponsoring professor to be suspended indefinitely because of some
unsubstantiated allegations regarding sexual proposals he had made to a female
student (who had, incidentally, received a failing grade just prior to the
accusations). All things considered, Jennifer Watson had been a thorn in the
side of the fraternity during her four years at BCN.
Her most recent success, however, topped them all. She had been working
for years now to get the PPP's annual "Slave Auction" cancelled. Each year, the
PPP fraternity and some of the girl's from one of the sorority houses on campus
held a mock Slave Auction to raise money for improvements to their facilities.
For the last few years, they had been raising money to add an indoor pool to
the fraternity house. Not only had Jennifer spearheaded the successful drive to
cancel the Slave Auction (due to the fact that it "trivialized the experiences
of visible minorities who had suffered slavery in the past and mocked the state
of women everywhere, whose present existence was little better than slavery at
the hands of the male oriented hierarchical society"), but she had convinced
the college to expropriate the money raised over the last few years and put it
towards the commission of a piece of modern sculpture celebrating Sisterhood in
the twentieth century.
So, when Jennifer showed up at the door of the PPP fraternity house where
the members of the fraternity who had been planning the event were gathered for
a drunken 'wake' - a so- called 'pool party' - no one was particularly pleased
to see her.
It was the guy who opened the door, one Mark Spenser, who - despite not
usually being a particularly articulate individual - voiced the feelings of the
entire group: "What the fuck are you doing here?"
Jennifer just smirked. She had been out for a couple of drinks with some
friends earlier that evening and had been on her way to the airport (it was
spring break, and she had arranged to get away by herself for a while) when she
had decided to drop by the frat house to see how they were taking the news. In
fact, she was a little drunk.
"Just stopping by to say goodbye," she explained, slurring her words a
bit. "Wanted to make certain that there were no hard feelings."
"No hard feelings?" Mark was incredulous. "Fuck that. You came her to rub
it in more like it."
Jennifer widened her eyes in mock surprise. She *loved* this! "Not at
all," she protested, trying not to laugh. These guys were soooooo stupid. "I
did it for your benefit too. It's an important lesson to learn, but..."
Mark had heard enough. "Why don't you just..."
"Hold on a moment." Mark was cut off by a quiet, intense voice. "She's
right." Amazed, Mark turned to confront the person behind him. It was...
"Gary?" A freshman at BCN and an applicant to join the fraternity. What
was...
"Just a second, Mark." The speaker, a tall geeky looking guy with short
black hair and glasses approached and placed his hand on Mark's shoulder.
"Jennifer here has a point." The entire room had fallen silent. Even Jennifer
was astounded. Was this guy making fun of her? "What we were doing was
insensitive," Gary explained. "It was wrong. And I think that we should thank
Jennifer for pointing it out to us."
He turned. "Sharon," he called out, "get Jennifer here a drink." He
turned back to the girl who stood, silent and staring in the doorway. "Beer
OK?"
Jennifer nodded a puzzled assent, still unsure as to whether or not this
guy was making fun of her.
"A beer," Gary called out. Mark started to say something, but Gary
ignored him. "Come in," he invited Jennifer. "Let us make up for some of the
harsh words that've passed between our organizations."
In her partially drunken state, Jennifer actually believed him. She
entered the room. Gary closed the door behind her and Mark stomped off. The
music started up again, and Sharon - a short, pudgy girl with pig eyes,
Jennifer noticed, conscious as always of her own beauty - returned a few
moments later with a glass of beer. Jennifer accepted it without thanks and
took a sip.
Gary sat her down on the couch as the 'pool party' started up again around
them. He began talking to her about the Slave Auction and generally engaged her
in conversation while she finished the beer and then another, also brought by
Sharon. After a while, she began to feel a queer sort of disassociation,
almost as if her mind was floating free from her body. The room was getting
warmer and warmer; the music drifted away...
Jennifer felt a warm, pleasurable sensation on her chest. She looked down
to see that her breasts were fully exposed; her blouse had somehow come open
and her bra unfastened.
"G-Gary?" What was... but when she looked up, it was Mark sitting in front
of her, playing with her breasts. Panicked, she brought her hands up to stop
him, but she seemed to be completely lacking in strength.
Everything seemed so far away...
Jennifer drew in a breath to voice a protest, but just as she opened her
mouth to speak, Mark kissed her. The feel of his warm lips on hers sent tingles
of pleasure shooting through her. She could only moan in pleasure as his tongue
vigorously explored the inside of her mouth. She didn't know what was happening
to her... or why; but it sure felt good! Too good. Jennifer stopped trying to
stop it. As best she could in her drugged state, she wrapped her arms around
Mark's neck and...
No. It wasn't Mark any more. It was someone else. Some guy she didn't
know. Jennifer struggled to sit up, but she was held down by what seemed to her
to be disembodied hands on her shoulders. She was lying back on the couch, legs
spread as the guy fucked his cock in and out of her wet, fully exposed pussy.
Involuntarily, she moaned in pleasure, bucking her hips up against him to
increase the pressure on her sensitive clit.
From out of nowhere, a hand grabbed her thick black hair and pulled her
head back and upwards. She opened her mouth to gasp in pain, and immediately a
large, warm cock slid in between her thick, wet lips. She gagged slightly at
this intrusion, but instinctively began sucking at it. It tasted so good!
The cock in her pussy began to spurt, pumping wad after wad of warm, wet
sperm into her welcoming thighs. She felt a series of little orgasms wrack her
body as she slurped hungrily at...
At...
She wiped ineffectually at the globs of sticky, white sperm which now
coated her pale cheeks. Jennifer wasn't sure how many cocks she had sucked, but
a large number of them had erupted onto her face rather than into her mouth.
The sperm felt warm and sticky as she wiped at it with her long, delicate
fingers.
She was on her hands and knees now. Someone was behind her, sawing his
cock in and out of her pussy. She moaned and grunted in pleasure, coming at the
same time as cock in her pussy. She was still halfway through the orgasm when
the cock pulled out and another took its place.
It felt so good!
"Please... please... please..."
Mark looked down, a big stupid grin on his face, as Jennifer Watson, on
her hands and knees, mouth and pussy simultaneously stuffed with cock, her
beautiful face shining with a thick coating of sperm and drool, bucked and
moaned with obvious pleasure. Jennifer Watson - the president of the Concerned
Students for Political Correctness. Hah! The horny bitch had fucked at least a
dozen guys so far and was still going strong.
That Gary!
What a great idea using that drug. Even though he was only a freshman,
Gary's actions that night had pretty much assured himself not only a place in
the fraternity, but a place in the upper echelons. What a guy. For some reason,
however, Gary had not wanted to take a turn with the bitch - he had even left
early with his girlfriend Sharon - but that didn't matter. All that mattered
now was that he get another shot as this whore before the drug wore off.
Mark felt his cock get hard again (for the third time that night!) as he
waited for another turn with the slut.
In the end, the guys had tired before Jennifer. There were only ten of
them! Completely spent, they sat around the room in languid satisfaction,
watching in amazement as Jennifer Watson lay, like some naked and fucked out
whore, on the floor in the centre of the living room. The raven haired slut lay
on her back, legs spread widely, moaning and whimpering, fingers still working
busily away in her sopping cunt.
What a whore.
This was the scene that greeted Tammy, Lisa, Becky and Cindy as they
entered the frat house. They were the girls from the nearby sorority house who
had been helping plan the fund raising Slave Auction for the pool.
"What the hell?"
Mark quickly stammered out an explanation. How Jennifer had shown up at
the party to gloat and how Gary had drugged the bitch so she would turn into a
slut. He had been afraid that they might be angry, but the girls seemed more
amused than anything else. Jennifer had, over the last few years, fucked them
over with her political correctness as much as she had the fraternity.
Tammy, the unofficial leader of the sorority group, even sat herself down
beside the naked squirming girl and began playing with Jennifer's exposed
pussy. Although not nearly as beautiful as the slut on the floor, Tammy was
still very attractive in a pudgy sort of way, with shoulder length blonde hair
and wide, green eyes. The boys stared in mute amazement as the blonde girl slid
a finger in and out of the slut's sopping pussy. A number of them began to get
hard again.
"Jennifer the campus slut," Tammy muttered, grinning. "Jennifer the
fuck-pet." Tammy looked up at the rest of the group. "I like the sound of
that." Half oblivious, the subject of Tammy's comments moaned and lifted her
hips off the floor, trying desperately to grind her pussy into Tammy's hand.
"Please..."
Everyone laughed.
Except Lisa. Typical. She was a tall, attractive girl with long black hair
and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses that gave her a studious, old-fashioned
appearance. Lisa was the one who always saw the downside of things.
"You've got a problem here," she said, frowning. "This is fine now when
she's drugged, but what about when she sobers up?" The guys looked puzzled.
What about it?
"She'll cry rape," Lisa explained.
Immediately, the guys in the fraternity began talking loudly. Once again,
it was Mark who voiced their feelings. "But she was willing," he protested.
"Everyone saw it."
"Who do you think they'll believe?" Lisa asked him.
Mark fell silent.
"She's right," Cindy agreed. "No one will ever believe that she willingly
fucked all you guys."
"Fuck..." Jennifer mumbled, half-conscious as Tammy played with her pussy.
Every time she was about to come, Tammy would pull her hand away. " Fuck me...
please..."
"Especially after what she did," Becky stated, continuing the thought.
Despite the fact that Becky was a pale skinned red head and Cindy negro, the
two girls were known as the 'twins'. The went everywhere together and were
co-leaders of the cheerleading squad.
"Getting your pool money confiscated," Cindy finished, "and getting the
Auction cancelled."
The guys in the fraternity looked glum. The twins were right. When word
got out, they would be lucky to stay out of jail, never mind being kicked out
of school.
Mark swallowed. That asshole Gary! No wonder he hadn't stuck around. Next
time he came around...
"Don't panic," Tammy smirked, looking up from where she sat on the floor
beside the squirming girl. "I think I see a way out of this..."
Jennifer stared dimly upwards through the haze of lust that suffused her
body. The hand in her pussy had moved away, but she was still able to
masturbate herself. It didn't feel as good as when someone else was doing it,
but at least she actually brought herself off. Jennifer hazily watched the
others in the room as she rapidly slid her fingers up and down over her pussy.
They seemed to be talking about something...
Why were they all being so serious? Why didn't one of the boys fuck her
again? She needed it so bad...
"Fuck me..." she whined. "Somebody... please?"
But it was no use. They were busy with something else. One of the girls -
Lisa, her fogged mind informed her, properly placing the name with the face -
had taken off her clothes and was getting dressed again, this time in a
different set of clothes. Jennifer's mind groped and struggled with an idea.
What was it? Then she realized: they were *her* clothes! Lisa was getting
dressed in Jennifer's clothing.
Jennifer giggled madly: with her jet black hair and slim build, Lisa
looked something like Jennifer, at least from afar. It was funny: Lisa playing
Jennifer!
Still... still, a thread of unease writhed its way through her
drug-induced haze. Almost against her will, Jennifer began to pay attention to
what was being said: "...car keys. Phone when you get there and... at airport.
Make sure they see you, but not too..."
What was happening?
Then Lisa was gone, still wearing Jennifer's clothes and jacket. The
unease Jennifer had felt was washed away as another orgasm, smaller this time,
racked her body while the door swung shut.
What was going on?
Another girl, the name 'Tammy' entered Jennifer's groggy mind, turned her
attention downwards. She smiled as she noticed that Jennifer was focusing on
her. Jennifer felt another twinge of unease cut through the fading lust at that
smile. She felt that she must know this girl from somewhere. Wasn't she...
Tammy reached down and pulled the confused girl into an upright, sitting
position. Jennifer grunted with discomfort as she felt the now-cold sperm
dribble out of her suddenly aching pussy when she sat up. "Come along, little
Jennifer Fucktoy," Tammy whispered. "Time to get dressed and go home."
Home. Something in Jennifer's mind objected to being called 'fucktoy', but
'home' sounded good.
Warm. Safe.
With some help from Becky and Cindy, Tammy pulled Jennifer's slender arms
upward, and slid the a thin top down over Jennifer's head and over her chest.
The three girls than heaved Jennifer to her unsteady feet, and pulled some sort
of miniskirt up to her waist. Jennifer squirmed, not liking the feel of the
tight polyester on her skin, but could not effectively resist. Finally, Tammy
reached down and strapped a pair of four inch heels onto the feet of the weakly
struggling girl.
"All done," Tammy announced, standing. "Let's take a look."
Suddenly unsupported, Jennifer stood uncertainly on the heels, looking
about the room. Everyone was staring at her. The guys... Mark... the girls...
Confused, she turned in a circle, stumbling slightly on the heels, looking
about until she caught sight of herself in a mirror.
Omygod!
The girl staring back from the depths of the mirror looked like a complete
slut! She wore a tight, black polyester skirt that barely covered four inches
below the rounded bottom of her asscheeks. Likewise, the bright, pink
sleeveless top clearly revealed the outlines of her nipples, and hung only
halfway down her front, clearly exposing her stomach. The only other item of
clothing the girl was wearing was a pair of shiny black pumps. The girl's
tangled, matted hair gave her a wild, sexy appearance, as it hung down over her
face, half concealing her wide, brown eyes and thick, pouty lips.
In the mirror, Jennifer saw Tammy come up behind her, and then felt the
other girl's hands reach around and cup her thinly covered breasts.
"Come along, little play-slut," Tammy whispered in her ears, nibbling and
biting between words. "Time to go home."
Home. That sounded right.
Warm.
Safe.
Still dazed, Jennifer allowed herself to be led by the other girls,
unresisting, out the back door and across the parking lot to a waiting car. In
fact, she couldn't have fought back if she had wanted to; the drugs and alcohol
made it almost impossible for her to walk unaided on the four inch heels, and
she was forced to lean on the other girls for support.
On the way to the parking lot, the girls encountered a group of guys
heading in the opposite direction. Jennifer looked one of them in the eye and
tried to ask for help, but he just smirked at her. Another guy whistled as the
girls walked past.
"See," Tammy said, to no one in particular as the boys moved away. "No one
will see Jennifer Watson. Just some party slut."
Finally, they reached their destination. Becky unlocked the back door and
shoved her inside with the aid of Cindy.
Jennifer's last thought before she finally passed out on the back seat
where she say between Tammy and Becky - the former still playing with her
breasts - was of home.
Safe.
END PART ONE
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Part two will be posted in the very near future. As usual, I am interested in
hearing anything you might have to say about this story. Feel free to mail all
comments to the appropriate address.
