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They were greeted by the sound of a female voice as they moved slowly down the short passageway leading to the main changing room.
"Oh… yes… yes… yes."
The voice was low and hoarse with lust. The Schaefer brothers hurried forward as best they could and peered around the corner into the main part of the room.
"Oh yes… fuck me… fuck me…"
It was Stacy Richards! The brothers looked on in amazement. Some guy was lying back on a bench while Stacy Richards - THE Stacy Richards - slid up and down on his hard cock. Her short skirt was pulled up around her waist, and they could clearly see where the cock slid in and out of her moist cunt.
"Oh… oh… oh…"
She had stopped formulating words, and was just panting and whimpering as the pace sped up. Stacy’s pretty, blue blouse was undone and she was frantically mauling her own tits. Her chest glistened with sweat as her lithe body bobbed up and down like a yo-yo on the impaling cock.
"Holy cow!" Simon, the younger of the two brothers, was unable to contain himself. Frank swatted him on the back of the head, but it was too late; the damage was done.
Stacy stopped bouncing and looked up in shock. Someone was watching! Beneath her, Paul struggled, trying to sit up. She fought to hold him down - he was just about to come! - but when he saw Frank and Simon standing there with their mouths gaping open, he cursed and scrambled back along the bench. His cock pulled out of Stacy’s sopping pussy just before he came, spraying sperm onto her stomach and legs.
"No!" Stacy grabbed at it and tried to push it back into her cunt before it stopped spraying; IT DIDN’T COUNT unless he came inside of her. But Paul was too quick, twisting out from under her and scrambling quickly to his feet. Flushing red with embarrassment, he pulled his pants up, pushed blindly past the Schaefer brothers and ran out the door and into the gym. There was a brief surge of bad rock music, and then the door slammed shut behind him with a loud bang.
Stacy sat straddling the bench, panting with rage and frustration as the still-warm sperm dribbled down her stomach and coagulated in her pussy hair. IT DIDN’T COUNT! And she was still so horny…
She heard a sound in front of her and looked up. The Schaefer brothers, mortified and confused, were turning to leave.
"Wait," she cried.
Frank turned and looked at her. Oh god, she thought, the Schaefers. She felt like crying as she regarded their obese bodies and vapid faces. Outwardly, however, she smiled her most seductive smile and - feeling like an absolute slut - gestured for the two brothers to come forward. Her left hand crept up and tweaked her nipple; an involuntary shudder of pleasure ran through her body.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…
"The Schaefer’s?" Karen burst out laughing. "That’s great. Just perfect."
"Not only that," Gary continued, "but I think that the younger one has fallen in love with her. He’s already asked her out for the weekend." He was lounging back in his seat with his feet up on his desk beside his computer.
"And?" The question came from Neil. He sat up beside Karen on Gary’s bed.
"Well, she accepted," Sharon answered. "For five dollars, of course." The four teenagers burst out laughing.
"Wouldn’t want them to think she was cheap, or anything like that."
They were relaxing in Gary’s bedroom, going over the updated database on Stacy’s "conquests" and entering new information. Gary had been forced to add a new category for repeat performances. At the top of the list was Tim Myers and De
"But the best part," Sharon continued as the laughter died down, "was that he wanted to take her out in public; to a movie of something."
This brought fresh laughter.
"So what did she do?" Karen asked. The normally shy girl was begi
"What could she do? She came on all seductive and told him how she would rather spend her time with him alone; in private, so they could have more fun. So, he ended up inviting him to his place for a little fun."
Another round of laughter.
"So what about the latest round of pictures?" Neil asked a few moments later. "The first set did pretty well. Any luck with the new ones."
Gary smiled crookedly. "Oh yes," he answered. "Cumshot magazine brought the entire series we shot with her sucking you off. You’re going to be famous; or at least your cock is going to be famous."
Neil was impressed. "Cool."
"How much?" Sharon asked.
"Six hundred," Gary answered. "Young Things also bought the set with her and the dildo. They’ll also be publishing the photos from the first set in this months' issue. That’s another $750 to split up. There’s a couple others as well."
Karen looked on unbelieving as Gary began to split up the money. She had only become involved in the group’s activities after the first set of pictures had been taken, and she had no idea they were making so much money.
"Uh… guys?" She had an idea. "Maybe we can get Ashley involved in this somehow. I could use some of that money."
Gary looked up at her. "Would she do it? Would she pose for pictures?"
Karen thought for a moment. "Well, it might take some convincing; particularly if she knows they’re going to be published…"
"Oh, don’t tell her that," Sharon interrupted. "Stacy doesn’t know. We got her to sign a release one night while she was high on Gary’s drugs. All she knows is that we’re taking the pictures for our own use."
A slow grin began to creep across Karen’s face. That was possible… and she sure could use the money. "I’ll see what I can do."
Gary nodded, and went back to counting the money. The four teenagers sat in silence for a few moments, contemplating their profits.
"So," Neil said eventually. "What’s this I hear about another football party?"
Stacy blew into the whistle, signalling the end of the Recreation class. At the "request" of a couple of her students (ie. Tim & De
The class dispersed and Stacy wandered into the office space set aside for the Rec instructors and began to prepare for Tim and De
Stacy opened the thermos and took a drink, grimacing at the taste. Beer! She hated beer. During the last couple of months, Gary had, for some reason, been varying the type of alcohol in which he mixed the drugs. At first, it had always been scotch whisky, but lately he had gone through vodka, gin, wine and now beer. Stacy had wanted to ask why, but was too scared. Of her three tormentors, Gary was by far the scariest. Sharon was a sadistic bitch and thoroughly enjoyed dominating Stacy and Neil was constantly forcing her to have sex with him, but there was something weird about Gary. Something dangerous. It was best just to do what he said and not ask questions.