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Later that same evening, Stacy had phoned Gary and, as required, gave him the details of her sexual activities. He had accepted the information as usual, but had some additional news for her.
"Sharon talked to Tami today," he told her. "She knows what happened last Saturday with you and Toby."
"W-what do you mean? I already told you what h-happened." Stacy felt sick to her stomach. What had she done wrong? Were then going to release the pictures after all?
"Your paperboy lover never came inside of you. According to Tami, he couldn’t restrain himself. Is that what happened?"
Stacy bit her lip and hesitated. She had not mentioned that part of her encounter with Toby out of sheer embarrassment. She had been somewhat surprised to discover that she still had some pride left, even after all that had happened - but she couldn’t see how that mattered.
"Y-yes," she answered, finally. "That’s what happened." Fuck you, she thought.
"Well then, you know the rules. It doesn’t count unless your partner ejaculates inside of you. Don’t you remember?"
Stacy’s vision began to blur with tears. She remembered. Gary evidently took her silence as agreement, because he continued speaking. "You broke the rules. Not only does Toby not count, but you now have an extra ten to do, bringing the total up to an even sixty-five."
SIXTY-FIVE!
"You can’t do that," Stacy exclaimed, horrified. He couldn’t…
"I’m sorry; I didn’t catch that." Gary sounded amused. "Did you just tell me that I can’t do something?"
Stacy bit her lip in an effort to regain control - in an effort not to tell him what she really thought. Finally, she mastered her emotions enough to answer him.
"No. I didn’t." Her voice shook. "You can do whatever you l-like."
"Right. Well, after fucking the two kiddies today, your total was up to eight, but it goes back down to seven after we subtract Toby. That leaves fifty-eight to go, right?"
He seemed to expect an answer. "Right," she agreed, her voice trembling. "Fifty-eight." Fifty-eight! Involuntarily, she looked down at her wrist where the charm bracelet anchored the four metal "F"s to her wrist. Fifty-eight.
"We’ll get the new charms to you tomorrow. Oh, and one other thing," Gary continued. "Tami is Sharon’s friend, and she is apparently quite upset about what happened. Sharon wants you to apologise."
"Apologise?!?"
"She’s asked Toby and Tami to meet her at the playing field an hour before school on Monday. She wants you there to apologise for trying to seduce Toby, and promise never to try it again."
The line fell silent as Stacy struggled to comprehend to enormity of the humiliation she was going to be forced to suffer the following morning.
"Do you understand?"
Stacy took a ragged breath and then answered in the affirmative. "Yes."
"Good. Well… that’s all then. Pleasant dreams." He hung up the phone.
Stacy slammed the receiver down, ran across her room and threw herself down on the bed in pain and anguish. In fury, she slammed her fists repeatedly into the unresisting mattress and pillow, causing the charm bracelet - unimpressed by her display of temper - to jingle quietly as the small, metallic "F"s flashed silver on her wrist.
Part Five
Randy Marx stared down in disbelief as Stacy Richards sucked hungrily on his cock as it jutted out of his pants; her mouth made loud slurping noises as it worked its way up and down. He was standing in the woods behind Greenwood High, just out of sight of the main school building. Stacy, now on her knees in front of him, had met him after class and had asked if he would go with her into the woods; she wanted to show him something, she had said. Randy, who like most of the boys at school only knew Stacy as an object of unattainable beauty, had stammered something in the affirmative, and the two of them had left the school together after the final class. As soon as they had gone a little ways into the forest, just out of sight of the school, Stacy had turned to him, reached down and begun fondling his penis through his pants. Randy, frozen with surprise, had just watched in stu
"W-what are you doing?" What was she doing?
"P-please, Randy." She had looked up at him with her big, green eyes. "I… I want your cock." Her voice was a hoarse whisper, and she looked like she might cry.
Randy couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He stared down at her, as if seeing her for the first time.
"What?"
"I w-want your… cock," she repeated haltingly. Her fingers continued their work while she spoke. His penis was now free of his pants and hung down in front of Stacy’s face.
"I want to suck your cock." She turned her head back down and began licking his quickly hardening penis.
Randy just swallowed and fell silent as Stacy got to work. He looked around, frightened of getting caught, but there was no one in sight. His gaze dropped downward, where Stacy was servicing his cock. First she licked and kissed it, starting with the head and then working her soft, warm lips down the shaft. Then, when it was rigid (no time at all, really), she slipped her hot mouth over the shiny head and began sucking, all the while bobbing her head up and down. From where he looked down on her, Randy could only see her blonde hair sliding back and forth, but he could hear the slurping and gurgling sounds which accompanied the movement, and he could feel - oh god, how he could feel - the inside of her mouth and throat as it quivered and sucked around his trembling penis.
Finally, he could take it no more, and began to come. Instinctively, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled it tight against his crotch, jamming his cock right down into her throat as the sperm began to shoot out. Stacy struggled and choked; her hands fluttered about wildly, pushing against his legs, but she was unable to break his grip. Stacy’s face remained crushed against his crotch, her mouth and throat stuffed with cock, until he finished coming. Eventually, the spurts began to lessen, and his penis grew soft. Randy relaxed his hold, and she pushed herself away, gasping and choking up the sperm. Suddenly embarrassed, Randy did up his pants, turned and ran away into the woods.
Behind him, Stacy lay on the ground, still choking up sperm and gasping for breath.
The Greenwood school cafeteria was its usual noisy chaos, with students ru