Stacys Story Part 2
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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 winning season, and the guys were ready to party. They were crowded around the big couch - all fourteen of them - beers in hand, waiting for the big entrance. Sharon smirked at them as she stood by the door. Perfect. Time to get the show on the road.
"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 manner it had been done the first time she had been here. She tried to force a smile and look sexy as she entered the room, following Sharon's instructions, but it wasn't easy. Thankfully, the drug was starting to have its customary affect on her, and she began to feel the familiar, welcome tingle in her crotch.
"... 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 winning season with him as the star receiver; and now this: prime white teenage pussy. The kind of thing he could only dream of at home. God, he loved California! Utilizing the speed which had made him a star on the football field, he was the first to reach Cumslut, the short blonde one. He liked them blonde; young, blonde and horny.
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.
"Melons, huh?" he grunted, a stupid grin on his face. His breath smelled of beer.
"P-please..." Ashley began to whimper in fright. All Sharon's instructions about how she was to behave... all the warnings about blackmail and pictures fled from her mind. All that mattered was getting away from this nightmare.
The lineman moved one hand down and began to scratch roughly at her crotch. Ashley, now crying, dropped her hands from where they had been trying to protect her breasts and pushed at the offending hand, but it was no use. Ignoring her attempts to stop him, he grabbed at her panties and jerked them away from her crotch. The delicate elastic held for a moment, but then snapped. The useless panties were quickly dropped to the floor.
"Please," Ashley whispered, trying to steady herself against the wall. She tried to slide away, but she was unable to get any purchase on ground with the pumps.
The guy slid his cock free from his pants. It was rock hard.
"OK, Melons," he sneered, "here it comes."
Ignoring her cries, he inserted his cock into her dry pussy and began to push. Pinned, standing against the wall, the tall brunette could only wriggle in pain as the cock ground, inch by painful inch, into her cunt.
Finally, it was fully inserted. Grunting with effort, he started to fuck it in and out of her as she stood against the wall, moaning and crying on the impaling cock.
Sharon filmed Stacy for a few moments more as the blonde teenager eagerly accommodated the two cocks, one in her mouth and one in her ass, and then stopped the camera. They had more than enough material on Stacy; it was time they got a little more on Ashley. Despite all that they had done for her, Karen had been less then forthcoming about her activities with the brunette, and Sharon wanted some dirt of her own. She looked over at the other girl.
Ashley was pinned with her back against the wall, being fucked by a hulking brute of a football player. Sharon brought the camera up and began filming just as he came. Ashley wriggled around like a fish on a hook as her cunt was filled with his sperm and then fell limply to the floor when he pulled away.
The guy was immediately replaced by another "customer". Ashley was pulled onto a mattress, rolled on her back and then impaled by another cock while two other guys held her long legs spread wide. Unlike Stacy, however, Ashley was clearly not having a good time. She screamed and struggled as the football player pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. Her fists were futilely smacking against his muscular back as he fucked her, unaware or uncaring of her response.
Sharon stopped filming.
There was no point in filming a rape. The stuff with Stacy was safe, as she was so obviously participating, but Ashley was clearly being forced. While Sharon had no problem with that (in fact, she kind of enjoyed it), such a tape could land them all in jail.
She bit her lip as the older girl was brutally raped in front of her. Why was the drug not working on her?
The cock twitched and then spurted warm, sticky sperm all over her face, but Stacy didn't care. She just wanted more. By now, she had serviced at least six guys: two in her cunt, another three, four or maybe five in her hot, sucking mouth. Stacy didn't care. She just wanted more. Her mouth hung open, tongue extended, waiting for another cock to fill it up. She felt another guy kneel down behind her. Spreading her thighs, the blonde slut leaned back, her pussy aching to be filled. Instead, she felt the cock push against her ass cheeks and then into her ass itself. But Stacy didn't care; she just wanted more. Squealing with pleasure, she eased herself back, impaling her nether-hole on the cock. She heard the guy groan as he began to pump himself in and out.
Moaning with lust, she reached up a hand and began to use her fingers to scrape the cum from her face and slide it into her mouth.
"God, what a slut!"
But Stacy didn't care...
Cumslut didn't care...
The brunette - "Melons" the fat girl had called her - tried to scramble away off the mattress after Jeff had finished with her, but two guys grabbed her and held her down on her back. She kicked and screamed, but was unable to fight her way free.
Billy "Headhunter" Hawkins looked down on her as she wriggled madly on the mattress. Her pussy looked red, raw from Jeff's recent assault (Jeff was one well-hung dude! Wasn't that the truth). One of her massive tits had popped free from the questionable protection of the bra, and floppy freely as the girl struggled to free herself.
"Well shee-it," he drawled. "Looks like Melons here needs a cock up her cunt."
Melons stopped struggling and looked up, her eyes wide with horror as the beefy linebacker undid his belt and let his pants slip down to his ankles. His cock, its tip already glistening, hung down in front of him.
"Looks good, huh girl?" Hawkins played with it, stroking it to its full size. It didn't take long. "Ten inches of prime Mississippi man-meat."
"Please..."
Laughing, Hawkins lowered himself to his knees and fell forward on top of her, crushing her breasts beneath his great weight. It only took a moment before his cock was inside of her tight, warm pussy...
Something snapped.
Maybe it was the cock in her asshole. Maybe it was the taste and feel of the sperm which half-covered her face. But, something snapped.
A sudden, overwhelming wave of orgasms rumbled up from her battered pussy and washed over her abused body as the lone cock sawed in and out of her ass. Screaming wildly, Stacy - Cumslut - thrashed about, orgasm after orgasm shooting through her. The guy riding her asshole could only grab onto her thighs and hold on as she bucked wildly beneath him...
Hawkins looked up from where he was fucking brunette.
She was no longer fighting, having given up the struggle as another guy - Stadler, the centre - had shoved his cock between those gorgeous lips and into her pleading mouth. She just lay there now, limp and accepting as the two football players fucked her helpless body.
Someone was screaming.
Hawkins stopped moving - leaving his cock buried deep inside Melon's tight teenage cunt - and squinted across the room to see what was happening. Stadler, however, ignored screaming; he just continued sliding his spit-glistening cock in and out of the brunette's mouth.
It was the blonde slut. She was bucking and screaming while Pete Brindle held on for dear life.
"YES... YES... YES..."
She seemed almost crazed as she bounced up and down under Pete's dead weight. Finally, the football player was able to hold on no longer. His grip on her sweaty thigh slipped free, and he was thrown off. His cock flapped wildly in the air as he rolled off the mattress and slammed into the couch.
The girl stopped thrashing as the cock left her ass and started to look about frantically, her green eyes wild with lust and her left hand sawing in and out of her dripping pussy.
"Cocks," she cried. "I need cocks... fuck me; fuck me... pleeeeeeeeeze..." She looked about, but everyone in the room was frozen with shock.
Frustrated, she fell back on her ass and spread her legs invitingly.
"Please fuck me," she begged. Her other hand was now playing roughly with her breasts. "Fuck Cumslut... fuck Cumslut..." She continued to masturbate, muttering to herself as she reached another, smaller, orgasm.
"Please,"she begged quietly, shuddering in the aftermath of the orgasm. "Please fuck me... fuck Cumslut..."
Sharon watched open-mouthed as Stacy writhed sluttishly on the mattress, mewling quietly and pleading to be fucked. She would never have believed it if she hadn't seen it with her own...
THE CAMERA!
Sharon looked down at the video camera as it hung uselessly at her side. Fuck. Gary would kill her!
She looked up. The room had gone silent as everyone stared at the blonde teenager on the mattress. Stacy was now scraping cum from her tits and licking it off her fingers. Even the player fucking Ashley had stopped moving. The only movement from the room came from the big guy pumping is cock in and out of Ashley's mouth. He had his eyes closed, and seemed to be off in his own world, as he fucked the beautiful brunette's face.
No one else moved.
'Christ, ' Sharon thought. 'I'd better do something quick before the whole night's ruined.' A groan came from the other end of the room. The guy fucking Ashley's mouth finally came, shooting sperm into her mouth and then onto her outraged face as she tried to turn away. She coughed and choked, but wouldn't swallow.
The guy looked up, opening his eyes. Everyone was staring at him except Ashley, who was busy coughing up his sperm.
"Jeez," he muttered, puzzled at the attention.
Sharon had an idea.
"OK," she cried, quickly moving forward to the centre of the room. "So much for round one."
All eyes in the room now turned to her. Nervous, she looked about the room. Ahh... there it was.
"Pull that coffee table over," she ordered. Two of the football players obliged. The coffee table had been slid up against the wall at the back of the living room. It stood just over two feet off the ground and was about four feet long. The guys set it down in front of her.
"Good," she stated. "Now bring the sluts over here."
The guy who had been fucking Ashley pulled out and dragged her to her feet. The tall brunette stumbled on the high-heels, but was able to remain upright as he dragged her across the room to the coffee table. Sharon pushed Ashley down on her knees at one end of the table, facing over the table-top. When Ashley was in position, Sharon pushed the top of her body downwards, so her upper body was lying flat across the top of the table.
"OK, now..." Sharon turned, but no one had moved to get Stacy. Everyone seemed a little spooked by her. She had been left by herself on the mattress as she rubbed her fingers over her inflamed pussy and muttered to herself.
"C'mon Cumslut," Sharon called at her. Stacy looked up. "Here Cumslut." Sharon talked to her as if she were a dog. "C'mon. Come get fucked."
"Fucked?"
That got her attention. Scrambling awkwardly to her feet, Stacy stumbled over to the coffee table. Sperm dripped from her mouth and pussy as Sharon placed her, kneeling, opposite Ashley across the coffee table. When she pushed the squirming girl down onto the top of the table, Stacy's and Ashley's faces met almost exactly halfway across.
"Anyone got a couple of belts?" In short order, two belts had been produced, and Sharon used them to secure the two girls into position by wrapping them around their lower backs and under the coffee table.
Sharon leaned forward.
"OK sluts," she whispered. "Lets see some lezzie stuff. The guys need warming up."
Almost immediately, Stacy reached up (as best she could, strapped in as she was) and cupped Ashley's face in her hands. The brunette tried to pull away, but her movement was restricted by the belt, and she was unable to get free. Slowly and gently, Stacy pushed her face forward and planted a soft kiss on Ashley's cum-stained lips.
Ashley quit struggling as she felt Stacy's lips, soft and warm, on her own. She knew it was wrong, but it felt so good! Particularly after all the rough treatment she had been experiencing. Almost involuntarily, she parted her sticky lips and moaned softly as Stacy's wet tongue slid into her mouth and began exploring. In moments, the two girls were kissing passionately, their tongues entwined. After the repeated, brutal rapes of the past forty-five minutes, it seemed like heaven to Ashley. The gentleness of the other girl's lips sent shivers of pleasure shooting through her abused body.
The spell was broken when Ashley heard the guys start cheering. She opened her eyes; both her and Stacy looked around in panic as the members of the football team formed lines behind them and, one at a time, slid their re-aroused cocks into the girls' pussies. Ashley started to struggle at this new invasion, but Stacy brought her hands up and cupped her face.
"Relax," the blonde teenager whispered. "It's easier."
Ashley started to spit out a retort, but was cut off by the feel of Stacy's lips once again meeting hers. The brunette closed her eyes and tried to relax; shutting out the world - shutting out the sharp pain in her asshole as one of the players brutally rammed his cock in - as if nothing else existed other than this beautiful girl in front of her.
Vera
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