Both girls were panting by the time their lips parted…
This was great!
Sharon snapped a close-up of the two girls' first kiss. It couldn’t have been any better if they had been posing for the camera. Hell, she was getting hot just watching the action!
"S-Stacy…" Ashley moaned. "I…"
Stacy silenced her with another kiss. Once again, the kiss was a long one, as they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues. Stacy resumed fondling Ashley’s big tits. Whimpering with pleasure, Ashley reciprocated, running the palms of her sweaty hands up and down over Stacy’s pert breasts. The two girls continued kissing and fondling each other for a while before Stacy broke away.
"W-what is it?" Ashley asked breathlessly as Stacy sat up.
"Just a second," her friend answered her. "This is going to be so good." Stacy slipped off the bed wearing only her skirt and looked over at Ashley lying spread out on the mattress. Her friend’s hair was in disarray, spread messily over the pillow. Ashley’s large breasts were covered with a thin sheen of sweat which glistened in the light as they rose and fell in time with her hurried breathing, the nipples standing firm on top. In spite of herself - in spite of everything she knew was going to happen - Stacy was becoming very excited. In the back of her mind, she was aware of the presence of Gary and Sharon and their cameras, but the drugs obscured that knowledge. The only thing that was important was Ashley lying exposed on the mattress, and all the wonderful things they were going to do with each other! But first, she had to…
"Take off your pants," she ordered, her voice thick with lust. "I’ll be right back." She moved quickly out of the room.
Ashley complied, quickly slipping her jeans down her long legs and kicking them free of her ankles and off of the bed. After a moment’s hesitation, she repeated this action with her panties. Except for her white socks, she was now totally naked. Anxiously awaiting Stacy’s return, she moved her hand down over her sweaty breasts and onto her moist cunt. Moaning slightly, she rubbed her finger over her pussy.
Gary zoomed in on her with the video camera as she masturbated herself. After a close-up of her pussy, he panned the camera up her sweat-glistening body to her vacant, panting face…
Stacy returned a few moments later with a small container and a hand mirror. She stopped in the doorway to watch Ashley masturbate for a few moments, but then walked forward and leaned over her squirming friend. Ashley, keeping one hand on her pussy, reached up invitingly, but Stacy shook her head. "Just a second," she said. "Let’s do this first."
Frustrated, Ashley stopped masturbating and sat up as Stacy opened the container and spilled some white powder onto the mirror. Her pulse sped up as she realized what Stacy was doing. Ashley had smoked some pot and hash at school parties, but, contrary to press reports about drug abuse in schools, cocaine was still very rare. She had seen it once before, but never actually tried it. The thought of it made her nervous.
"Stacy…"
"Just try it," Stacy interrupted. "It’ll make the sex a million times better."
As if demonstrating, Stacy pulled out a narrow tube and inhaled a line of coke up one nostril. After sniffing for a few seconds, she repeated the action with the other nostril. Ashley watched, impressed in spite of herself. She had no idea that Stacy was so experienced!
"Here." Stacy handed over the tube. "You try."
Sharon took a picture of Stacy with the cocaine, and then waited expectantly for Ashley to do the same. The cocaine had been Karen’s idea; a perfect way to strengthen their hold on the two girls!
After a brief hesitation, Ashley accepted the tube and tried to inhale the coke. Her first attempt was a bit of a failure, and a good portion of the coke ended up on her upper lip. The second try went better, and the drug blasted its way into the back of her head.
"Wow…"
She began to feel the rush as Stacy leaned forward and licked the spilled cocaine off Ashley’s lip. This struck the two girls as very exciting, and they began to take turns spilling small amounts of cocaine on each other’s bodies and then licking it off.
Gary reached down and began massaging his raging erection through his jeans as he filmed the action on the bed. This was going much better than he had expected. Maybe this video would have some commercial value! Behind him, he could feel Neil trying to look around him again. This time he just squeezed to one side - keeping an eye on the viewfinder - and let Neil take a look. It seemed unlikely that the writhing girls on the bed would notice any small noises they were making in the closet.
Eventually, this game degenerated into straightforward sex. First, it was Ashley, lying back on the bed with Stacy’s face buried in her crotch. The sensation of her friend’s tongue on her clit sent Ashley into a wave of screaming orgasms that seemed to last forever. Then she was returning the favour, bunching up Stacy’s short skirt around her waist and kneeling in front of Stacy’s widely spread legs, her tongue flickering in and out of her friend’s sopping cunt. This was followed by more fondling and kissing as each girl, now sweaty and panting ran their hands and tongue frantically over each other’s body. Finally, they ended up lying head to tail, simultaneously lapping at each other’s cunts. They came together this time, a clutching, writhing mass of sweaty, panting female flesh.
Finally, their lust subsided as the drugs began to work their way out of their systems. When Ashley came to her senses, she was lying arm in arm with her smaller friend, exhausted and sticky. She lay there for a few moments, gathering her wits.
Gary took one last picture, turned off the video-camera and began to move the tripod aside. It was pretty much over now. Time to come out of the closet…
"S-Stacy…" Ashley stammered, suddenly embarrassed. "What happened? What have we…"
"Shh." Stacy interrupted, leaning up and giving her a kiss. "It’s alright."
Ashley resisted, pulling away. "It’s not alright," she insisted. "What if someone finds out? I can’t…"
"What, " came a new voice from behind her, "if someone already knows?"
Horrified, Ashley whirled around on the bed in time to see Gary emerging from the walk-in closet, camera in hand.
"No!!"
By the time Sharon shoved open the closet door with her foot, straightened out her cramped legs and managed to climb awkwardly to her feet, Gary was pretty much finished explaining the situation to their horrified victim. Ashley had pulled up Stacy’s duvet cover to cover her nudity and was listening, wide eyed, while Gary explained her options. As Stacy’s had been a few months earlier, they were pretty limited: either do as she was told, or they would release the video-tape and pictures to everyone who was interested. Sharon noted that Stacy had made no attempt to cover herself; she just sat, silent and topless, on the side of the bed, staring straight down at the floor.
"Well?"
Gary had finished his explanation, and was waiting for an answer. Sharon noticed that Neil was looking on anxiously; even he realized that Ashley could fuck things up for them badly if she refused to co-operate.
"What’s it gonna be?"
Ashley sobbed quietly on the bed. She looked over to her so-called friend sitting beside her, but Stacy refused to look at her. Bitch! It was all her fault! She turned her gaze to Gary, Neil and Sharon as they stood by the side of the bed watching, waiting for her answer - like a pack of vultures.
What could she do? If she told them to fuck off, as she very much wanted to do, they could ruin her life at Greenwood and probably in Bakersville as well. The thought of those films and pictures being made public made her want to throw up! The sex was bad enough, but the drugs might even land her in jail. But the alternative… was it any better? Gary had told her that if she agreed to do what they wanted, the whole incident would be kept secret. All she had to do was obey their commands for the rest of the year; do whatever they wanted. But what else could she do? She looked up at them, swallowing nervously.