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Stan Lubin came from one of the better sections of Rapier City. Some distance from either Jennifer Carmel's home or the cabin in which last night the fullback football star had taken her virginity, his father, Reginald Lubin, had leased a mansion in the shelter of a vast pine forest, a mile off the main highway leading south. Reginald and his wife, Elmira, had left the house in care of their son, Stan, while they went off skiing to a chalet in Switzerland. Mr. Lubin was a wealthy man, dabbling in a collection of businesses, all loosely controlled by his one, main holding company with its address in Switzerland, chosen for its tax laws, and the Swiss skiing trip was actually being paid for by the company, as was his house and new Aston-Martin. Mr. Lubin put everything he could in his company's name; his income tax showed that he made about two hundred dollars a month personal income, and naturally he enjoyed the benefits of the tax law's loopholes.
The house itself was spacious, built in a Spanish style of white stucco and wrought iron. Wide, well-landscaped grounds bordered it, the two tennis courts, the emerald-green swimming pool and twin cabanas, and a magnificent waterfall which cascaded from a small mountain of rocks and ferns, bubbling away into a stream which meandered among the many thick bushes and exotic plants growing in profusion. It gave the appearance of a deserted island paradise if it hadn't been for the collection of hot rod cars and flashy customed autos which lined the driveway, a full volume blast of a raucous electric guitar band from the sunken living room's stereo, and the wild yells and shrieks from the eight young teenagers inside.
Eight adolescents: seven boys and one girl. The seven were the "swinging" members of the high school football team. The one girl was the lovely, radiant young Jennifer Carmel.
The sweet, near-virginal teenager had been happy and excited when Stan Lubin had picked her up in the Aston-Martin his father had left be hind. As she had climbed in and sat against the tan leather upholstery, her pulse had quickened, for Stan had grinned at her, his face glittering with excitement. She had still not been overwhelmingly sorry about what had happened to her the night before, and actually wanted to have Stan's penis back inside her tiny, already expectantly quivering pussy again, spewing its cum into her belly. She had remembered the conversation of babbling, lust encited words she and Stan had had between them while she was being so wonderfully fucked by his hard, slamming cock, but those words were said in the heat of passion, weren't they? Certainly nobody would really mean for her to do all those things that Stan had said to her... letting the football team fuck her, forcing her to suck his cock... no, of course not. She was his girl... he had so much as said so last night!
And Stan had been so nice. He'd talked about all sorts of things to the pretty daughter of Roger Carmel as they drove to his parent's house. And he'd given her a marijuana cigarette to smoke, and even another after she'd finished it. By the time she'd arrived, the car swinging around the crushed oyster shell semicircular drive and stopping in front of the front door, she was carefree and lightheaded and laughing at everything. She was having a wonderful time! She was part of the "In" crowd now, and she had found it so much fun to be part of the group, that she'd have done anything to keep in it. Anything -- she didn't reckon on how prophetic her thoughts would later become.
It was only when she saw the grinning, expectant faces of the other six boys, including that of Lance Retliff, the huge Negro tackle, that she began to feel the pangs of doubt, and terror began to creep between the fuzzy layers of wool which the marijuana drug had swaddled her brain in.
"Stan --" she whimpered, clutching his sleeve.
"Relax, sweetheart," Stan grinned lewdly at the petrified young girl. "This is sort of your initiation into the group, you might say. Do well, and..." he shrugged, "we'll let you continue paling around with us."
"But --" the words of protest clung to her throat as she looked around the cluster of eager, virile young teen-age males. "I can't..."
"Just like I always thought," snarled Vic, Tamera Oliss' boyfriend. "She's chicken. She's just a baby."
Tears of agony and tormenting confusion welled in the girl's eyes as she saw that unless she submitted to whatever depraved games Stan wished to have her play, she would be ostracized, and although she had the desire to go home to cast aside the threats, she stayed, whimpering, hoping that she could plead for mercy. Stan lit an other cigarette and ordered her to smoke it, deeply and quickly. She obeyed almost without thinking, seizing on the brown-colored cigarette as a salvation, as a filming haze to cover her mind from making the decision whether to save her body from their lascivious abuses or whether to submit...
Jennifer's black-haired head began to swim and she found herself weaving slowly. Some of the mortal fear and misery left her mind, being replaced by more floating, suspended calmness, and though she was still afraid of what this all male group might deign to mete out to her fresh young body, her courage was tripled. Then Stan said, "It's up to you, baby. Make up that sweet little mind of yours, and decide whether you're going to be a chicken like Vic thinks or a big girl like I think. I wouldn't have brought you along if I'd thought you'd balk like this. No girl of mine does that to me."
"What -- what do you want me to do?" the fifteen year-old girl said, gulping bravely. "Tell me, and I'll try to... do it." She steeled her mind, thinking only of belonging, of the one chance she had been given to be a part of the school scene, of being Stan's new girl... and having Stan all to herself later. Afterwards.
"Strip," he commanded harshly.
"In front... of ev-everybody?" she answered in a frightened whisper.
"I don't mean out in the street, you stupid slut! Now peel those pants off and let us see that beautiful little body of yours." Stan's stone-like command broke through her resistance, and like a marionette, the drugged and subjugated young girl unclipped her blouse and unzipped her pants, letting both garments fall to the living room carpet.
"All of them," Vic Cain added nastily, "including your bra and panties."
Stifling a sob of utter shame, she reached behind her and then her white, firm, quivering breasts were naked, in full view of the seven boys. The team members sucked in their collective breaths, for her breasts were perfect twin orbs of purity, capped with tiny, trembling nubs of burgundy-colored nipples. Then she slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slid them down over her full rounded hips. Her black triangle of sparse young pubic hair was projected to their lustful, leering eyes, bringing another round of excited gasps.
"Hot damn," groaned Greg Mothra. "I can see her cunt lips and everything. Jesus, she's a fine piece of fucking tail, Stan."
"You're going to see a lot more of her than just this," the fullback son of the rich Reginald Lubin sneered. "All right, baby, now lie down on the floor. Lie down, I said. That's it. Spread your legs. We want to see all of your pretty pussy. Ahhhh..."
Jennifer Carmel did as she was ordered, sinking to the wool carpet and lying trembling flat on her back, her firm, unblemished skin glossy in the indirect lighting, her full breasts pooling provocatively on her palpitating chest, her flat, hardly touched stomach rippling with queer sensations of fear and excitement. There was something so terrible, so wretched about exposing her young, vainly resisting naked body before all these boys that it was almost exciting...
"Open those thighs wider," Stan continued. "Now put your finger in your little cunt and play with yourself. I bet you do that all the time at home, anyway," he snickered, and the truth of his dirty jibe made Jennifer blush profusely, right to the roots of her hair. "Make your tender cunt all nice and hot while we watch you."
Mortified, Jennifer looked down between her legs at the exposed, hair-lined lips of her vagina, the cool air of the day wafting gently over them and making them tingle erotically. She swallowed hard and with her middle finger extended and her face shining with sweat and intense embarrassment, she slowly started to run her finger up and down the moist, wet, little valley between her wide splayed thighs, all the way from the gently quivering crevice where her tiny puckered anus nestled, up to the tightly ovalled mouth of her vagina, and above, where she touched the exposed, hard bud of her clitoris. A shock of sexual arousal passed through her as her fingernail grazed the tender bud, and she spasmed with a momentarily uncontrollable throb of desire.
The hapless, broken little teen-age girl realized then that she had been trapped in a depraved circus of evil lewdness, that her initiation was only an excuse for these tormenting teenager boys to wreak their licentious passions on her innocent body without any regard for her except the most callous of attitudes toward on object to use and abuse. She trembled with renewed fear, and wished that she could smoke still another of the dream-inducing marijuana cigarettes. But she continued to masturbate, her legs bent wide, and as her pink little cunt lips became used to her finger, they glistened with dewdrops of lubrication, and an odd flame of tingling started rising out of her belly, as if her depravity was as exciting to her as it was to the carnal, animalistic group of boys around her.
Stan Lubin was breathing heavily, the tantalizing sight of this young teenager fucking herself with her fingers driving his cock to wild throbbings. Without a look at the other boys, all of whom had gathered around the girl, he unbuckled his pants and stepped out of his shorts.
Jennifer paused in her self-abasements, even though her hot, quivering little pussy was secreting a greater flow of sex fluids now, and her smooth inner thighs were trembling and beginning to buck from her manipulations. She saw through her lust and drug-fogged eyes the giant, blue-veined shaft and rich, blood-heavy head of Stan Lubin's cock -- the cock which had broken her hymen only the night before and had sent her on a wild rollercoaster of magnificent thrills, and as she recalled the exciting fucking his penis had given her untouched vagina she shuddered with expectant horror. He was going to fuck her in front of all the other! Well, why not? Hadn't he done that last night, up at that cabi n, the only difference being that the rest of them were doing the same to each other? A surge of obscene desire rippled through her, and she worked her fingers faster along her moist, pulsating cunt, readying it for his entry, a new salaciousness taking over her dizzy, subjugated brain as she gazed upwards at the boy working his hand up and down his throbbing, ridged shaft, the foreskin of his penis puckering over the engorged cock head, then wrapping itself back again over the straining shaft.
But Stan Lubin lowered his muscular body down near her mouth until she could see every grain, every pore of his prick in close-up, and he hissed menacingly at her: "Take my cock in your mouth, Jennifer. Take my cock in your mouth and suck me off."
The young teenager let out a mewl of surprised rebellion. She couldn't do that! Not after all of this, she still couldn't force herself to take his penis in her mouth, wrap her tongue around his sperm-loaded rod and... no! The girl reached up her free hand and cupped Lubin's young, virile testicle, kneading them tenderly. "Please, Stan. Not that. Fuck me in front of the others, if you want. Fuck me like you did last night. I want you inside me... now." Tears streamed from her eyes, running down her cheeks and soaking into the carpet. A trickle of the warm, clear liquid slowly dribbled between her heaving, hard-nippled breasts. "Fuck me, Stan... don't make me suck your cock."
"You don't hear so good, I guess," came his mocking voice. "I told you last night that I was going to have you suck me next time, and by God, it's next time right now! Goddamn it, you're going to do as you're told, you bitch! Now, put my cock in your mouth!"
She tried to resist, but the football hero wrapped his hands painfully in her black hair and brought her head up to where his cock weaved magically in front of her lips, and he held the moaning young adolescent girl steady, unable to move. "Hurry up, you fucking bitch, hurry up! My balls are ready to explode!"
Jennifer stared at the writhing cock-head of Stan Lubin's hot young pick which glistened wetly with its thin sheen of lubrication, and it seemed to her a symbol of everything despicable and sick in the world at that horrid moment. The marijuana dulling her mind was a blanket which thankfully diffused some of the stark terror and made her a meek, quivering slave to the whims of the devilish high-school boy who kneeled naked in front of her, and she knew inside her that she was going to have to obey him without further question, that it was too late. She'd said she would be part of the group no matter what, and now that she was here, if she tried to back out, she knew instinctively that he would stop her.
And then in would be worse -- far worse for her than if she submitted now.
"Ohhhh," she mewled in abject misery, and bent her head forward. She kissed the tip of his purplish cock-head hesitantly, and tasted the pungent tang of male secretions for the first time, in her young life, and its distinctive spice instigated wild tremors coursing through her... But instead of disgust and a feeling of nausea which she had thought she would experience, the rippling spasms of emotion were of delight, for incredibly she had to admit the taste of his cock was actually pleasant to her. It was hard, yet fleshy and resilient, and gave her trembling young lips a peculiar feeling of warmth and desire as if the boy's penis was some delicious stick of candy which she couldn't get enough of.
Tentatively, still unsettled and fearful about this new discovery, Jennifer lavished her wet, slippery pink tongue along his whole glans, then brushed and grazed along the palpitating, heated shaft from its wide underside to its coronal ridge, washing and playing and caressing with increased fervor with every lapping stroke.
Then she parted her glistening lips and opened her fevered mouth and slid his penis along the full-length of her tongue, while tiny drops of lubricating fluid seeping from the tip of his cock, filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent, salty taste. Yes, she had been wrong! She had thought she'd hate to suck on a boy's cock, but now, forced to do it, she was finding the lewd perversion extremely exciting, and with out further hesitation she began to bob her head up and down along his expanding cock shaft, feeling its head hit the back of her throat. She moved so that she could continue to slide the fingers of one hand in the throbbing young curls of her black pubic hair, and beyond, into the open wet slit of her clasping pussy, feeling her vaginal walls squeeze against her hungrily probing finger. Jennifer Carmel became increasingly wild with frenzied new sensations churning in her belly and loins, erotic fermentations that she'd never dreamed could exist. The delicious masculine piquancy of the boy's genitals was driving her almost to the point of orgasm, and more and more her mind singled out the one burning craving to suck him until she could taste his sperm. Quickly she trailed her tongue back over his pumping shaft and throbbing head, while Stan commenced a slow undulation with his hips, sliding his thick, wet cock in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth in time to her own movements, his hands still viciously entwined in her hair.
The sight of the now crazed young teen-age girl's naked body slavering to make the groaning boy empty his balls into her mouth was entrancing to his other teammates, and spurred on their own young, insatiable passions. The collection of muscular high-school football players gaped as tingling sensations of lewd, voyeuristic delight coursed through their minds, and they one by one began to undress and strip off their clothes until they were as naked as Jennifer and Stan. Some dropped to lie on their back and massage their engorged, aching pricks with their hands, a couple even helped rub each other's cocks in mutual masturbation, but all were drawn with envy as the daughter of Roger Carmel sucked with tight, elastic lips the cock which was fucking her mouth, her cheeks hollowing on the out-stroke and expanding obscenely on the instroke. The child's eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film of animal lust that sent shivers of excitement through them as well as her own naked body, forcing her hand to rub her pink, wet pussy lips with faster and faster abandon and sink two, then three of her fingers into her quivering, lust expanding cunt hole, and she began to gyrate and undulate her hips in total lewd-abandon. Some of the closer boys could even see thick fluid, a combination of saliva and secretions, dripping from the corners of the girl's mouth and run in tiny streams down her cheeks as the little innocent daughter and the others reveled in the cruel humiliation which Stan Lubin was subjecting her to. All the boys were able to view through the daze of their own mounting desires Jennifer's soft, wet mouth clasping greedily the growing penis pumping into her face, the thin, tensile rim of her lips clinging to the throbbing shaft as though clamped there by unseen fingers.
Stan Lubin grinned more lewdly than his friends as he fucked this virginal girl, and hungrily watched as her lust-contorted face sucked and licked his relentless shaft. She had taken her hand from his testicles and placed them behind his muscular flexing buttocks and was pulling him demoniacally to her, and his eyes feasted first on her masturbating fingers revolving in her dilated cunt and her heaving thighs, and then on the thick, pummeling shaft of his cock seemingly disappearing into a lengthened fusion of her face. She sucked his penis like a wanton whore, and as blood seethed in his veins and his cum boiled in his balls, the star halfback of the team drove forward like a pile-driver, sinking his prick so far into the little girl's tender mouth that his pubic hair brushed the tip of her nose and his balls danced with slapping unison against her up tilted chin. He could sense that his orgasm was about ready to explode, and feverishly he sought for his release. "Shit... shit, shit, shit..." he groaned.
And then the gathering of teammates saw some thing that in all their many lewd and perverted orgies, they'd never seen before! Stan suddenly jerked his cock out of Jennifer's hungry, clasping mouth and held his huge, red glans about two inches away from her lips.
"No, no... Stan, please, I want it! I want your cock!" the teen-age girl mewled abjectly, her fingers wildly slipping inside her hair-lined cunt and her mouth gaping wildly. And as if in answer, Stan Lubin's penis began to spew hot, sticky white cum directly into the searching cavern of her mouth, and she immediately opened it wider and thrust out her wet lips in an abandoned effort to receive more. The thick, quick spurts streamed from his cock's head hole like milk from a cow's udder, and Jennifer swallowed voraciously to keep up from being overflowed and losing a single precious drop of his hot, lust-incited fluid, her Adam's-apple bobbing rapidly as his wildly ejaculating cock shot its lewd sperm into her face. Stan's prick throbbed out its last remaining stream of seminal fluid and thin strings of his hot, sticky seed ran down the tip of his penis to her glistening wet lips, but the debauched little teen-age girl desperately lifted her head off the carpet still more and took the deflating cock in her mouth, sucking like a starving calf with her lips until she had licked him clean.
Finally she sunk back to the floor, her pussy still a writhing and contracting fury of unquenchable desire which her fingers couldn't control or put out, and piteously she pleaded, "Please, fuck me now, Stan. Put your cock inside me... I must have you... my cunt's on fire, Stan... don't leave me like this... I beg you, fuck me!"
Stan Lubin chuckled and rolled to one side and sat up. "In due time I'll fuck you, you bitch... when I feel you've earned it."
Her breathing came in short, hard gasps, making her full, young breasts rise and fall in deep panting motion. Her glazed, pot-drugged brain was filled with her own starved and unsated passion, her belly and loins ached in seething unfilled lust, and she all but crawled along the floor in her quivering state of maddened frustrations. "Ohhhh, Stan... you must, you must give me your cock now..."
"I'll give you a cock if you want," he chuckled lewdly, "but not mine." He grinned at the group of players around him. "Who wants to go first with her, pals?"
"Me -- me," stuttered the giant Negro tackle, Lance Retliff. "I -- let me go first Gawd!" He gawked wild-eyed at the white little girl.
"You've got such a big cock, Lance, you'll tear her in half and not leave anything for the rest of us. No, you go last. How about you, Vic? You deserve seconds, I'd say; you and Tam were the ones who set this thing up."
Jennifer shuddered uncontrollably as her drug maddened mind deciphered the lewd, carnal words of Stan Lubin and the others. They... they were all going to gangfuck her, and there was nothing she could do about it, for her body was one seething mass of raw naked passions. She was crying out for release, cowering on the rug as seven boys gleefully watched her shamefully writhe on the floor, her fingers still working desperately up in her unsatiated, wet, young cunt, and she knew that she would submit to any of their demands, no matter how depraved, to keep the fevered devil of her sexual fire from eating away her belly and loins and tearing at the innards of her body.
The blanket of the marijuana drug was not enough. The torture of knowing that first Vic and then sit others including the lewd thrustings of Stan's hard, blood-swollen cock would make her nothing more than a lewd receptacle into which their vile sperm would spew, and that she would allow their great shafts of hardened young flesh to drub her helpless pussy with or without the deadening smoke, sent tears of wretched humiliation from her tortured eyes, for she was at that point where she had to have cock. Cock, with a capital C... Cock deep, deep inside her innocent young womb... She moaned in fatalistic anguish at Tamera's boyfriend, Vic Cain, the thick muscled, leering halfback and Stan's closest buddy, stood and came over to her.
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