Stacy’s senior year

…she was on her hands and knees now, her arms wrapped around a pair of legs and her mouth wrapped around a thick cock. Behind her, a man finished coming and pulled out. She whined and wiggled her bottom, desperate for more cock. She felt man kneel down behind her, but instead of putting his cock into her pussy, he thrust it suddenly into her virgin asshole. She squealed and tried to move away, but a pair of hands in her hair kept her face firmly impaled on a cock.

Eventually, however, the pain went away, and a new kind of warmth spread through her. She came twice before the cock in her asshole started to spray sperm up her ass…

…she lay on her back, her legs spread wide and bent upwards over her head. A man lay on top of her, pumping frantically. His mouth was wide open, and a thin line of drool spilt out and fell onto her face. She opened her mouth to receive it…

…she lay in between two men, impaled upon their cocks. One man, the one beneath her, had his cock up her pussy, and the one on top was thrusting in and out of her asshole. The combined sensations sent her into a flurry of loud orgasms. A third cock was stuffed into her panting mouth…

Blackness…

Stacy jerked suddenly awake as cold water splashed in her face. She was lying on her back on a warm, sticky mattress. Sharon stood over her with an empty cup.

"Rise and shine," she said brightly. "It’s time to go." Sharon left the room and walked into an adjoining bathroom.

Groaning, Stacy tried to sit up. The sheets stuck to her back as she pulled herself vertical. Her body was covered with bruises and scrapes, and her pussy and asshole ached as if they had been scraped raw. Abruptly, she began to wail as the memories of the previous hours' activities began to return. Sharon found her trembling on the bed a few minutes later when she returned with Stacy’s clothes.

"None of that," she admonished. "I know you had a good time tonight. Don’t start complaining now." She threw the clothing at Stacy. "Get dressed. We’re going."

Still trembling, Stacy disentangled her battered body from the sticky sheets. Her entire front was coated with a crust of dried sperm. Slowly, she pulled the leather skirt on and zipped it up. The pink shirt was ripped across the stomach, but she just slipped it over her head and pulled it down. The boots went on last. Shakily, she straightened up, and was led by Sharon through the house and out the front door. The living room was now almost deserted, inhabited only by a handful of couples sleeping together on the various couches. The two girls made it unobserved to Stacy’s car. Sharon started the car, and they drove off.

Stacy finally managed to stop shaking.

Sharon glanced over at her as she drove. "That’s better. There were only eight of them. Not much for a slut like you."

Stacy looked over in disbelief. "E-eight?" The charm bracelet jingled as she brought her hand up to her mouth. She felt like she was going to be sick.

"That’s right," Sharon answered. "The offensive line of the BCN Barracudas." The football team.

Stacy leaned back and closed her eyes. "Eight more down, I guess," she mumbled.

Sharon laughed. "Nope. Those ones don’t count for our little game. They weren’t students at Greenwood."

Stacy sat up and looked over, unable to stop the tears flowing down her face. "T-then why?"

"I needed the money," Sharon answered simply. "They paid me fifty bucks each." At this, Stacy began to wail and sob in earnest. "Don’t worry," Sharon comforted, deliberately misunderstanding. "You’ll get some of it. I’ll cut you in for ten percent."

Stacy’s tears had dried by the time the car reached Sharon’s house. Reminding the older girl that she was staying the night, Sharon led her downstairs to her bedroom.

"You’ll be sleeping on the couch," she a

"There you are," she whispered, ru

Stacy fell asleep crying, curled up on Sharon’s couch…

Part Six

"Cool."

Neil leaned forward and watched intently as Stacy, completely naked, was simultaneously fucked by two men: one from behind as she knelt "doggie style" on all fours with her legs slightly spread, and one from the front. At first, her face had been hidden from the camera by her blonde hair, which fell in waves over her right shoulder, but Sharon had slowly circled the action and, after a brief shot of the back of some guy’s sweaty ass moving back and forth, began to film from the other side, where Stacy’s features could be seen clearly. Her left hand clutched the base of the guy’s cock as she bobbed her cum-splattered face up and down. The charm bracelet, festooned with shiny, silver "F"s, glittered merrily in the light. There was a brief break in this movement as she pulled her mouth free and teased the head of the cock with her tongue, but then her lips re-encircled the penis, and her head resumed the up-down movement. Her loud moans and grunts could be easily heard above the rhythmic slurping sounds; she was clearly enjoying herself.

The camera moved on; it continued pa

"Jeez, this is great stuff."

Neil was more than a little impressed. He hadn’t even known that anything of this nature was going on. Indeed, he had felt a momentary twinge of anger when Gary had told him what Sharon had arranged for Stacy - he had felt a bit left out lately, as Gary and Sharon more and more seemed to be taking charge with Stacy - but he couldn’t remain angry. He was not so stupid that he failed to realize that this whole arrangement was only possible because Gary had seen the possibilities that day in English class. If it had been left to Neil, he would probably have blurted out his accusations in front of the class, and that would have been the end of it. Instead, they now had a hold on Stacy that let them force her to do anything! How could he complain about Gary being in charge?

On screen, Stacy was taking advantage of the fact that her mouth was temporarily empty of cock, and was busily licking strands of sperm from her fingers. Neil turned to Gary and Sharon who were sitting together on the couch behind him.

"She’s really into it," he commented enthusiastically. "Did you use the drugs?"

"Yeah," Sharon answered. "A double dose this time. As you can see, it worked like a charm."

The sound of Stacy’s screams from the TV indicated an impending orgasm.

"She was really hot."

The teenagers fell silent and watched as Stacy experienced a violent orgasm, her fourth since the begi

"We made four hundred bucks," Sharon continued after Stacy’s screams had died away. "And the football team wants her back again next weekend."

"Are you go

Behind him, Sharon looked at Gary, leaving the decision to him.