Jim led the way through the crowd, pushing and shoving a path through the drunken, jostling crowd. Sharon pulled Stacy along by the arm, following in his wake. Stacy got a lot of attention from the men in the room, and one guy even reached out to squeeze her tits as they pressed through the tangle. She squirmed away, and he was soon lost in the crush. To Stacy’s blurred perceptions, the trip across the crowded room was a nightmare passage of smoke and noise, with the occasional leering face thrust out at her through the haze. She was thankful when they reached the comparative quiet of the kitchen, but this too was fairly crowded, and Jim continued leading them along. They passed through the kitchen, down a short hallway and, finally, to a closed door.
Jim halted in front of that door and looked back at Sharon.
"Everything OK?" he asked, glancing at Stacy. Stacy looked around wildly, beginning to panic. What was happening here?
Sharon pulled her head down and whispered into her ear. "These are my friends," she hissed. "Keep them happy. If you’re smart, you’ll relax and enjoy it. Fuck up, and…" Sharon looked up and smiled at Jim.
"Fine," she told him. "She’s all ready. She loves this sort of thing. She’s really hot."
Stacy started to mumble a protest, but before she could form the words, Jim had opened the door and Sharon had pushed her into the room. Jim followed her in, closing the door behind him.
Left alone in the hall, Sharon leaned against the door and pulled out a cigarette. She’d give them a few minutes to get going and then head in herself. She reached down and patted the bulk of the video camera in her purse. She didn’t want to miss any of the action.
Stacy’s memories of that night in the room consisted almost entirely of a series of unconnected images and sensations, as if her conscious mind had shut itself off, acknowledging sensations only when they became too strong to shut out.
The room had been full of men, many of them as big as Jim. There was a large bed in the middle of the room. The men had cheered as she had stumbled inside, and Stacy had immediately been picked up and thrown down onto the bed. She tried to struggle, but it seemed as if her limbs seemed so heavy…
Jim was first.
He pulled up the zipper on her skirt and tore it off. While she had wriggled and tried to squirm away, he had pulled the pink top up over her breasts, leaving it bunched up under her chin. Stacy had moaned and cried as he began mauling her tits, but everything seemed so far away. The next thing she knew, he was inside her, impossibly big! She groaned as he pumped in and out, first with pain, but then with something else. Her stretched cunt began to tingle, and a warm feeling spread out through her stomach and up into her breasts, causing her nipples to harden and become ultra-sensitive. She fought the sensations, but it was a losing battle.
As he continued to thrust in and out, she slipped her arms around his neck and crushed her face to his. Momentarily surprised, he began to kiss back, and their tongues entwined frantically. A few moments later, she threw back her head and screamed as she was overtaken by an intense orgasm. The first of many that night. He came a few seconds later, pumping sperm into her wet pussy.
After that first orgasm, everything became a blur…
…another man was on top of her now, pumping in and out. His cock making a squelching sound in her wet pussy. She tried to kiss him, wanting to feel his tongue on hers, but a second man slipped his cock into her panting mouth. She fondled her own breasts with one hand while holding onto the second man’s cock as it slid in and out of her mouth…
…the room seemed awfully bright all of a sudden, but before her mind cold explore this thought, the cock in her mouth began to spurt jism. Greedily, she sucked at it as fast as she could, but some sperm spilt out over her face. She was scraping it up with her fingers and stuffing it into her mouth when a second cock slid in. She moaned and began to massage it with her aching tongue…
…she was on her hands and knees now, her arms wrapped around a pair of legs and her mouth wrapped around a thick cock. Behind her, a man finished coming and pulled out. She whined and wiggled her bottom, desperate for more cock. She felt 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 move away, 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 spread through her. She came twice before the cock in her asshole started to spray sperm up her ass…
…she lay on her back, her legs spread wide and bent upwards over her head. A man lay on top of her, pumping frantically. His mouth was wide open, and a thin line of drool spilt out and fell onto her face. She opened her mouth to receive it…
…she lay in between two men, impaled upon their cocks. One man, the one beneath her, had his cock up her pussy, and the one on top was thrusting in and out of her asshole. The combined sensations sent her into a flurry of loud orgasms. A third cock was stuffed into her panting mouth…
Blackness…
Stacy jerked suddenly awake as cold water splashed in her face. She was lying on her back on a warm, sticky mattress. Sharon stood over her with an empty cup.
"Rise and shine," she said brightly. "It’s time to go." Sharon left the room and walked into an adjoining bathroom.
Groaning, Stacy tried to sit up. The sheets stuck to her back as she pulled herself vertical. Her body was covered with bruises and scrapes, and her pussy and asshole ached as if they had been scraped raw. Abruptly, she began to wail as the memories of the previous hours' activities began to return. Sharon found her trembling on the bed a few minutes later when she returned with Stacy’s clothes.
"None of that," she admonished. "I know you had a good time tonight. Don’t start complaining now." She threw the clothing at Stacy. "Get dressed. We’re going."
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 the leather skirt on and zipped it up. The pink shirt was ripped across the stomach, but she just slipped it over her head and pulled it down. The boots went on last. Shakily, she straightened up, and was led by Sharon through the house and out the front door. The living room was now almost deserted, inhabited only by a handful of couples sleeping together on the various couches. The two girls made it unobserved to Stacy’s car. Sharon started the car, and they drove off.
Stacy finally managed to stop shaking.
Sharon glanced over at her as she drove. "That’s better. There were only eight of them. Not much for a slut like you."
Stacy looked over in disbelief. "E-eight?" The charm bracelet jingled as she brought 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’t students 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," Sharon comforted, deliberately misunderstanding. "You’ll get some of it. I’ll cut you in for ten percent."
Stacy’s tears had dried by the time the car reached Sharon’s house. Reminding the older girl that she was staying the night, Sharon led her downstairs to her bedroom.