Bit by bit, the story came out as the sobbing Tami told Sharon the reason for her tears.
Dennis Baxter, eighteen years old, had had no direct experience with girls and was certainly a virgin, but he knew sex when he saw it. He was seeing it now, as he stared through the partially open doorway which led to the instructor’s storeroom in the section of Greenwood set aside for the grade junior classes. Every Friday afternoon, the kids took Recreation as the last class of the day. This basically consisted of playing various games - outside when it was warm enough, and in the gym when it was not - and was supervised by upper level students for extra credit.
Dennis’s class was supervised by Stacy Richards, and it was her that he had gone looking for after arriving late for class; Dennis had a Doctor’s note that needed delivering. When he had arrived in the gymnasium, his classmates had told him that the instructor had gone to the storeroom for some equipment. In a hurry to deliver the note and join his friends, Dennis had hurried along, hoping to find her.
Well, he had found her alright, but she was in no position to receive the (now forgotten) note he held clutched in his sweaty hand. As he looked through the doorway, he was greeted by the sight of Stacy Richards on her hands and knees with her skirt hiked up over her hips, while Tim Myers - himself no older than Dennis - fucked in and out of her from behind. Tim grunted as he frantically pistoned his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her warm pussy. Stacy, her head down and face curtained by her free-flowing blonde hair, was also making small grunting noises as she moved her ass in time with his thrusts, squirming and wiggling as she did so.
Dennis’s mouth dropped open as he watched. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing! He pushed forward a bit to get a better view, but accidentally bumped against the doorframe. At once, Tim stopped moving and looked over at him, his face red with shock and embarrassment. Stacy looked back over her shoulder at the 18-year old, shaking her face free of her hair. "No!" She
sounded strange and anxious. "Don’t stop." She wiggled her hips hopefully around his still-sheathed cock. "Please… keep going," she begged. She crouched back, trying to impale herself further on his rapidly deflating cock.
Tim didn’t move. "B-but…" Unable to speak, he gestured towards Dennis, who stood frozen in the doorway. Stacy’s head turned towards him and she peered up at him from beneath the curtain of hair. At first she looked as shocked and upset as Tim, but she quickly recovered.
"Come in, Dennis," she invited, her voice a hoarse whisper. "J-Join the fun." This last sentence ended with a quiet squeal as Tim began moving again. Dennis didn’t need to be told twice. Carefully closing the door behind him, the teenager walked slowly forward, uncertain of what to do next. Stacy gestured at him to come closer as Tim’s thrusts regained their earlier rhythm, if somewhat lacking in their former urgency. The surprise at being caught had obviously set him back a bit on the path to orgasm.
When Dennis was standing in front of her, Stacy reached up and pulled down the zipper on his pants. She quickly slipped his penis out and, without another word, began kissing and licking it. Within minutes, it was as hard as a pole; Stacy engulfed it with her mouth and began sucking for all she was worth, her lips sliding up and down in time with Tim’s regular thrusts into her pussy. Plugged at both ends, she gasped and moaned as the two boys pumped their rigid cocks in and out of her body.
Eventually, the Tim and Dennis came, more or less at the same time. Tim pumped his sperm into Stacy’s warm, wet pussy from the rear, while Dennis ejaculated into her mouth and down her rapidly convulsing throat. She swallowed every drop before the penis fell loose, making certain that no evidence of her behaviour would remain on her clothing or face. Behind her, Tim began to laugh.
Later that same evening, Stacy had phoned Gary and, as required, gave him the details of her sexual activities. He had accepted the information as usual, but had some additional news for her.
"Sharon talked to Tami today," he told her. "She knows what happened last Saturday with you and Toby."
"W-what do you mean? I already told you what h-happened." Stacy felt sick to her stomach. What had she done wrong? Were then going to release the pictures after all?
"Your paperboy lover never came inside of you. According to Tami, he couldn’t restrain himself. Is that what happened?"
Stacy bit her lip and hesitated. She had not mentioned that part of her encounter with Toby out of sheer embarrassment. She had been somewhat surprised to discover that she still had some pride left, even after all that had happened - but she couldn’t see how that mattered.
"Y-yes," she answered, finally. "That’s what happened." Fuck you, she thought.
"Well then, you know the rules. It doesn’t count unless your partner ejaculates inside of you. Don’t you remember?"
Stacy’s vision began to blur with tears. She remembered. Gary evidently took her silence as agreement, because he continued speaking. "You broke the rules. Not only does Toby not count, but you now have an extra ten to do, bringing the total up to an even sixty-five."
SIXTY-FIVE!
"You can’t do that," Stacy exclaimed, horrified. He couldn’t…
"I’m sorry; I didn’t catch that." Gary sounded amused. "Did you just tell me that I can’t do something?"
Stacy bit her lip in an effort to regain control - in an effort not to tell him what she really thought. Finally, she mastered her emotions enough to answer him.
"No. I didn’t." Her voice shook. "You can do whatever you l-like."
"Right. Well, after fucking the two kiddies today, your total was up to eight, but it goes back down to seven after we subtract Toby. That leaves fifty-eight to go, right?"
He seemed to expect an answer. "Right," she agreed, her voice trembling. "Fifty-eight." Fifty-eight! Involuntarily, she looked down at her wrist where the charm bracelet anchored the four metal "F"s to her wrist. Fifty-eight.
"We’ll get the new charms to you tomorrow. Oh, and one other thing," Gary continued. "Tami is Sharon’s friend, and she is apparently quite upset about what happened. Sharon wants you to apologise."
"Apologise?!?"
"She’s asked Toby and Tami to meet her at the playing field an hour before school on Monday. She wants you there to apologise for trying to seduce Toby, and promise never to try it again."
The line fell silent as Stacy struggled to comprehend to enormity of the humiliation she was going to be forced to suffer the following morning.
"Do you understand?"
Stacy took a ragged breath and then answered in the affirmative. "Yes."
"Good. Well… that’s all then. Pleasant dreams." He hung up the phone.
Stacy slammed the receiver down, ran across her room and threw herself down on the bed in pain and anguish. In fury, she slammed her fists repeatedly into the unresisting mattress and pillow, causing the charm bracelet - unimpressed by her display of temper - to jingle quietly as the small, metallic "F"s flashed silver on her wrist.
Part Five
Randy Marx stared down in disbelief as Stacy Richards sucked hungrily on his cock as it jutted out of his pants; her mouth made loud slurping noises as it worked its way up and down. He was standing in the woods behind Greenwood High, just out of sight of the main school building. Stacy, now on her knees in front of him, had met him after class and had asked if he would go with her into the woods; she wanted to show him something, she had said. Randy, who like most of the boys at school only knew Stacy as an object of unattainable beauty, had stammered something in the affirmative, and the two of them had left the school together after the final class. As soon as they had gone a little ways into the forest, just out of sight of the school, Stacy had turned to him, reached down and begun fondling his penis through his pants. Randy, frozen with surprise, had just watched in stunned silence as she sank to her knees in front of him. The charm bracelet on her wrist jingled quietly as she fumbled with his zipper.