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.