Stacy’s senior year

Stacy fought to hold back the tears. She did feel like a whore in this outfit.

The two girls drove up to the College in Stacy’s car, but with Sharon at the wheel. When they arrived, the party was already in full swing, with music blasting raucously out of partially opened windows. It was located in a large, old house, which served as rental accommodation for students at BCN. Sharon parked the car on the street opposite the house and looked over at Stacy. The older girl sat stiffly, looking straight ahead, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"You’re not going to have much fun with that attitude," Sharon chided. "You’re too tense." Stacy didn’t answer. Sharon sighed theatrically and reached into her large purse.

"Here," she said, pulling out a small thermos. "Have a drink. It’ll relax you." She poured a small measure of whisky into the thermos lid and passed it over to Stacy. The older girl looked doubtful for a moment, sniffing suspiciously at the liquid, but then shrugged her shoulders and drank it down. What harm could it do? Almost immediately, she felt the warmth of the alcohol in her stomach.

"One more?" Sharon asked. Stacy nodded quickly and held out the cup for a second drink. Sharon poured, and Stacy once again downed it. She felt much better already.

Sharon smiled as she took the cup back and screwed it back onto the thermos. This was the same stuff that Gary had mixed that had got Stacy so hot that night at Neil’s. With any luck, it should make things go a lot better tonight, particularly with a double dose.

"Let’s go."

Sharon opened the door and got out of the car. Stacy followed, moving a little slower on the high heels. The drink was begi

Sharon banged loudly on the door. Nothing. She banged again, harder this time. A few moments later, a young man opened it and peered drunkenly outward.

"Yeah?" His eyes quickly skimmed over Sharon, and came to rest on Stacy’s scantily clad body. Stacy shivered, only partly from the cold as the man slowly looked her up and down. He liked his lips.

"Is Jim in?" Sharon was forced to yell over the music. "Tell him Sharon is here." The man at the door tore his eyes away from Stacy long enough to acknowledge Sharon’s words with a nod, and then disappeared back into the house.

Sharon turned to Stacy who was still shivering on the porch. "Remember," she said urgently. "This is a college party. Don’t start acting like a fucking kid. I have everything under control."

Stacy started to ask what she meant by this, but the door swung open and another man came out. This guy was huge; he looked like a football player.

"Sharon," he called out. "Good to see you." His eyes turned, inevitably, towards Stacy. "And you must be Stacy. Sharon’s told us a lot about you." Stacy knew that this sounded ominous, but her brain was fogged up from the alcohol, and the drugs Gary had added to it were starting to have an effect: her senses seemed heightened, but her consciousness was starting to drift. A small part of her mind recognized this feeling from that first night at Neil’s house, but she was unable to act on this knowledge. The large man - Jim? - gestured for them to enter the house. Sharon pushed Stacy through the door in front of her and then entered herself.

Behind them, the door slammed shut.

Inside, the painfully loud music drowned out any possibility of conversation. The foyer led to a short stairway which in turn opened up into the main living room of the house. This room was packed with sweating, dancing people, almost exclusively students from BCN. The air was heavy with smoke, tobacco and other types.

Jim led the way through the crowd, pushing and shoving a path through the drunken, jostling crowd. Sharon pulled Stacy along by the arm, following in his wake. Stacy got a lot of attention from the men in the room, and one guy even reached out to squeeze her tits as they pressed through the tangle. She squirmed away, and he was soon lost in the crush. To Stacy’s blurred perceptions, the trip across the crowded room was a nightmare passage of smoke and noise, with the occasional leering face thrust out at her through the haze. She was thankful when they reached the comparative quiet of the kitchen, but this too was fairly crowded, and Jim continued leading them along. They passed through the kitchen, down a short hallway and, finally, to a closed door.

Jim halted in front of that door and looked back at Sharon.

"Everything OK?" he asked, glancing at Stacy. Stacy looked around wildly, begi

Sharon pulled her head down and whispered into her ear. "These are my friends," she hissed. "Keep them happy. If you’re smart, you’ll relax and enjoy it. Fuck up, and…" Sharon looked up and smiled at Jim.

"Fine," she told him. "She’s all ready. She loves this sort of thing. She’s really hot."

Stacy started to mumble a protest, but before she could form the words, Jim had opened the door and Sharon had pushed her into the room. Jim followed her in, closing the door behind him.

Left alone in the hall, Sharon leaned against the door and pulled out a cigarette. She’d give them a few minutes to get going and then head in herself. She reached down and patted the bulk of the video camera in her purse. She didn’t want to miss any of the action.

Stacy’s memories of that night in the room consisted almost entirely of a series of unco

The room had been full of men, many of them as big as Jim. There was a large bed in the middle of the room. The men had cheered as she had stumbled inside, and Stacy had immediately been picked up and thrown down onto the bed. She tried to struggle, but it seemed as if her limbs seemed so heavy…

Jim was first.

He pulled up the zipper on her skirt and tore it off. While she had wriggled and tried to squirm away, he had pulled the pink top up over her breasts, leaving it bunched up under her chin. Stacy had moaned and cried as he began mauling her tits, but everything seemed so far away. The next thing she knew, he was inside her, impossibly big! She groaned as he pumped in and out, first with pain, but then with something else. Her stretched cunt began to tingle, and a warm feeling spread out through her stomach and up into her breasts, causing her nipples to harden and become ultra-sensitive. She fought the sensations, but it was a losing battle.

As he continued to thrust in and out, she slipped her arms around his neck and crushed her face to his. Momentarily surprised, he began to kiss back, and their tongues entwined frantically. A few moments later, she threw back her head and screamed as she was overtaken by an intense orgasm. The first of many that night. He came a few seconds later, pumping sperm into her wet pussy.

After that first orgasm, everything became a blur…

…another man was on top of her now, pumping in and out. His cock making a squelching sound in her wet pussy. She tried to kiss him, wanting to feel his tongue on hers, but a second man slipped his cock into her panting mouth. She fondled her own breasts with one hand while holding onto the second man’s cock as it slid in and out of her mouth…

…the room seemed awfully bright all of a sudden, but before her mind cold explore this thought, the cock in her mouth began to spurt jism. Greedily, she sucked at it as fast as she could, but some sperm spilt out over her face. She was scraping it up with her fingers and stuffing it into her mouth when a second cock slid in. She moaned and began to massage it with her aching tongue…