…she was on her hands and knees now, her arms wrapped around a pair of legsand her mouth wrapped around a thick cock. Behind her, a man finished comingand pulled out. She whined and wiggled her bottom, desperate for more cock. Shefelt 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 moveaway, 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 spreadthrough her. She came twice before the cock in her asshole started to spraysperm up her ass…

…she lay on her back, her legs spread wide and bent upwards over her head. Aman lay on top of her, pumping frantically. His mouth was wide open, and a thinline of drool spilt out and fell onto her face. She opened her mouth to receiveit…

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

Blackness…

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

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

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

"None of that," she admonished. "I know you had a good time tonight. Don’tstart complaining now." She threw the clothing at Stacy. "Get dressed. We’regoing."

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 theleather skirt on and zipped it up. The pink shirt was ripped across thestomach, but she just slipped it over her head and pulled it down. The bootswent on last. Shakily, she straightened up, and was led by Sharon through thehouse and out the front door. The living room was now almost deserted,inhabited only by a handful of couples sleeping together on the variouscouches. The two girls made it unobserved to Stacy’s car. Sharon started thecar, and they drove off.

Stacy finally managed to stop shaking.

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

Stacy looked over in disbelief. "E-eight?" The charm bracelet jingled as shebrought 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’tstudents 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," Sharoncomforted, deliberately misunderstanding. "You’ll get some of it. I’ll cut youin for ten percent."

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

"You’ll be sleeping on the couch," she announced. Stacy, exhausted, stumbledover and collapsed onto the small couch. Chuckling, Sharon walked over andstuffed forty dollars down the top of Stacy’s shirt.

"There you are," she whispered, running her fingers through Stacy’ssperm-encrusted hair. "There’s your ten percent. Good job."

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

Part Six

"Cool."

Neil leaned forward and watched intently as Stacy, completely naked, wassimultaneously 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 inwaves 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 seenclearly. Her left hand clutched the base of the guy’s cock as she bobbed hercum-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 thismovement as she pulled her mouth free and teased the head of the cock with hertongue, but then her lips re-encircled the penis, and her head resumed theup-down movement. Her loud moans and grunts could be easily heard above therhythmic slurping sounds; she was clearly enjoying herself.

The camera moved on; it continued panning, sliding steadily down Stacy’sglistening, sweaty body and focusing on her ass as it wiggled about on theimpaling cock like a fish caught on a hook. Just as the settled on this shot,the guy fucking her from behind stiffened and came. A few seconds later, hepulled out, leaving a thin trail of white sperm dribbling down Stacy’s leg. Thecamera pulled back and then zoomed in on her ass and pussy - both glisteningand wet with cum - and held the shot as another fellow moved into position andinserted his cock, this time into her ass rather than the pussy. The soundtrackclearly recorded a squeal of pleasure from the impaled teenager, as Stacyaccepted the cock and began grinding her ass back and forth on it.

"Jeez, this is great stuff."

Neil was more than a little impressed. He hadn’t even known that anything ofthis nature was going on. Indeed, he had felt a momentary twinge of anger whenGary had told him what Sharon had arranged for Stacy - he had felt a bit leftout lately, as Gary and Sharon more and more seemed to be taking charge withStacy - but he couldn’t remain angry. He was not so stupid that he failed torealize that this whole arrangement was only possible because Gary had seen thepossibilities that day in English class. If it had been left to Neil, he wouldprobably have blurted out his accusations in front of the class, and that wouldhave been the end of it. Instead, they now had a hold on Stacy that let themforce 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 wastemporarily empty of cock, and was busily licking strands of sperm from herfingers. Neil turned to Gary and Sharon who were sitting together on the couchbehind 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 workedlike 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 beginning of the tape.

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

"Are you gonna make her go?" Neil turned away from the couch as he asked thequestion, his eyes focusing on the screen where Stacy moaned and fondled hersmall breasts.

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