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Part Nine-B
Stacy recognized the house.
She had been there once before; the night of the "party" she had attended. The party with the guys from BCN. She blushed furiously as she remembered what she could of the events of that night; the sight of the house brought them flooding back over her in a wave of shame. Stacy looked at Ashley sitting beside her in the back seat of Sharon’s car. Ashley glared back at her. Ever since what had happened last January - when Stacy had done her part to render Ashley vulnerable to the blackmail - Ashley had refused to have anything to do with Stacy. Stacy didn’t blame her. She just wanted the girl to drink the alcohol; to prepare herself.
She didn’t know yet. She didn’t know what was going to happen inside the house. Perhaps that was why she was so reluctant to drink when Sharon had handed them the thermos. This time, it contained some sort of wine cooler. Stacy had sucked hungrily at the alcohol. She had a pretty good idea of what would be expected of them that night, and knew that she would need all the help she could get from Gary’s drugs. Ashley, not really understanding what was going on, took a couple of sips when Stacy handed it over, but had to be ordered by Sharon before she would drink any more. Karen was also in the car - in the front seat beside Sharon - but she was strangely quiet. She just sat there in silence, staring straight ahead out the front window.
"OK," Sharon ordered brightly, "let’s go."
She opened her door and slid out of the car. Stacy and Ashley followed suit, but Karen remained where she was. Sharon bent down and looked at her.
"You sure you don’t want to come in?" she asked. "It’ll be fun." Karen shook her head and looked away.
Sharon just shrugged her shoulders and closed the door. Gesturing at the two other girls to follow her, she began walking up towards the house.
The large living room had clearly been specially arranged for the party. Most of the furniture had been moved out, leaving only a big, yellow couch in the centre of the space. Instead of the tables, chairs and other bits of furniture that had been there a few months ago, the boys had laid out a bunch of bare mattresses. The BCN Barracudas had just finished up a wi
"Gentlemen," she cried out theatrically over the catcalls and hooting, "I give you your entertainment for the evening. May I present…" She swung open the door. "Cumslut, who some of you know from before…"
Stacy - Cumslut - entered the room. She was wearing a short black miniskirt and bright pink tank top. A pair of black stockings ran from just below the hem of the skirt down to her feet, which had been forced into bright red, four inch pumps. She was having some trouble walking in them, but Sharon had insisted. In fact, Sharon had fastened shut the ankle strap with a small lock; Stacy would be wearing the pumps until Sharon chose to unlock them. Her hair was combed out, flowing down over her bare shoulders in a blonde wave, and her face was made up in the same overdone, sluttish ma
"…and Melons."
Ashley - Melons - followed close behind, wearing even less than Stacy. All she had on was a red garter belt, which held up a set of black, fishnet stockings. Her outfit was completed by a pair of pink lace panties and a black, pushup bra. Her breasts, always her most prominent feature, jutted out magnificently, the nipples clearly visible over the top of the bra. Like Stacy, she also wore a pair of four inch pumps, locked onto her feet by the ankle strap. Ashley also tried to smile and look sexy, but was unable to manage anything other than a frightened grimace. She was feeling nothing from the alcohol they had been given to drink. There was no comfortable disassociation or warm tingling in her pussy.
Just fear.
With a cheer of approval, the members of the BCN Barracudas surged forward to begin their party.
It had been a good season for Terry Brooks. A freshman at BCN, he had quickly found both a place on the first string of the Barracudas and acceptance at the almost all-white school. Terry, a tall wiry black boy from Oregon, had been expecting things to be difficult at BCN, but that hadn’t proved to be the case. Everything had come together nicely. First, a place on the team; then a wi
Like this one.
He threw his arm around her and crushed his lips to hers. She responded almost immediately, her tongue welcoming his into the wet confines of her mouth. While they kissed, he slipped his other hand down, under the miniskirt and up into her crotch. She wasn’t wearing any panties. He slid his finger into her pussy; it was already wet. She moaned into his mouth as they kissed.
What a slut!
Unable to hold himself back, Terry pushed her down backwards onto a mattress and climbed aboard. She fell back, legs spread invitingly. He fumbled at his zipper until his cock hung free. It was hard and ready for action. Cumslut gasped as he fell onto her and jammed it into all the way into her cunt with one powerful surge of his hips.
Almost immediately, she began to pump against him, trying to suck it in even further.
Stacy felt the orgasm hit just as the black guy came. The feel of his warm sperm boiling out into her pussy sent her over the edge into a rising wave of pleasure that overwhelmed all other considerations. All thoughts of shame, humiliation or pain were washed away in the screaming, writhing, crushing surge of ecstasy which slammed through her beautiful body. Gasping and writhing, Stacy screamed her pleasure until she crested the top and began to settle back down.
The black guy, a strange look on his face, pulled out of her and pushed himself to his feet.
"Fucking hell," he called over his shoulder as he backed away, "she’s a hot bitch."
In the back of her mind, Stacy realized she should be feeling something at this, but couldn’t remember what it was. All she knew right now was that she needed some more cock. Now! The guys were more than obliging. Almost immediately, she was dragged onto her hands and knees, and a cock stuck into her sopping pussy. She ground her tight ass back to meet the impaling thrusts of the guy fucking her.
Another cock appeared in front of her face. Instinctively, she grabbed at it and began sucking…
Sharon laughed as she watched Stacy writhe on the floor under the black guy. She was observing the event through the viewfinder of her father’s camcorder. The guys at BCN had been a little hesitant at her filming their party, but when she offered them the girls at half price, they had quickly agreed. As well, Sharon had assured them that the video was only for personal use. And, of course, she had promised them a copy.
She continued to film as Stacy’s moans and cries got louder and more passionate. Finally, Stacy writhed and screamed her way through the biggest orgasm Sharon had ever seen; all captured for posterity…
Ashley turned and tried to run as the guys from the football team surged towards her, but she was unable to move effectively in the high-heels. She stumbled against a wall, and was quickly caught. The football player who grabbed her was obviously a lineman of some sort; he was well over six feet tall and must have weighed close to 300 pounds. He spun her around to face him and began to paw at her tits as they jutted invitingly over the skimpy pushup bra.