"Pull that coffee table over," she ordered. Two of the football players obliged. The coffee table had been slid up against the wall at the back of the living room. It stood just over two feet off the ground and was about four feet long. The guys set it down in front of her.
"Good," she stated. "Now bring the sluts over here."
The guy who had been fucking Ashley pulled out and dragged her to her feet. The tall brunette stumbled on the high-heels, but was able to remain upright as he dragged her across the room to the coffee table. Sharon pushed Ashley down on her knees at one end of the table, facing over the table-top. When Ashley was in position, Sharon pushed the top of her body downwards, so her upper body was lying flat across the top of the table.
"OK, now…" Sharon turned, but no one had moved to get Stacy. Everyone seemed a little spooked by her. She had been left by herself on the mattress as she rubbed her fingers over her inflamed pussy and muttered to herself.
"C’mon Cumslut," Sharon called at her. Stacy looked up. "Here Cumslut." Sharon talked to her as if she were a dog. "C’mon. Come get fucked."
"Fucked?"
That got her attention. Scrambling awkwardly to her feet, Stacy stumbled over to the coffee table. Sperm dripped from her mouth and pussy as Sharon placed her, kneeling, opposite Ashley across the coffee table. When she pushed the squirming girl down onto the top of the table, Stacy’s and Ashley’s faces met almost exactly halfway across.
"Anyone got a couple of belts?" In short order, two belts had been produced, and Sharon used them to secure the two girls into position by wrapping them around their lower backs and under the coffee table.
Sharon leaned forward.
"OK sluts," she whispered. "Lets see some lezzie stuff. The guys need warming up."
Almost immediately, Stacy reached up (as best she could, strapped in as she was) and cupped Ashley’s face in her hands. The brunette tried to pull away, but her movement was restricted by the belt, and she was unable to get free. Slowly and gently, Stacy pushed her face forward and planted a soft kiss on Ashley’s cum-stained lips.
Ashley quit struggling as she felt Stacy’s lips, soft and warm, on her own. She knew it was wrong, but it felt so good! Particularly after all the rough treatment she had been experiencing. Almost involuntarily, she parted her sticky lips and moaned softly as Stacy’s wet tongue slid into her mouth and began exploring. In moments, the two girls were kissing passionately, their tongues entwined. After the repeated, brutal rapes of the past forty-five minutes, it seemed like heaven to Ashley. The gentleness of the other girl’s lips sent shivers of pleasure shooting through her abused body.
The spell was broken when Ashley heard the guys start cheering. She opened her eyes; both her and Stacy looked around in panic as the members of the football team formed lines behind them and, one at a time, slid their re-aroused cocks into the girls' pussies. Ashley started to struggle at this new invasion, but Stacy brought her hands up and cupped her face.
"Relax," the blonde teenager whispered. "It’s easier."
Ashley started to spit out a retort, but was cut off by the feel of Stacy’s lips once again meeting hers. The brunette closed her eyes and tried to relax; shutting out the world - shutting out the sharp pain in her asshole as one of the players brutally rammed his cock in - as if nothing else existed other than this beautiful girl in front of her.
As if nothing else mattered other than the feel of her soft, velvety lips as they writhed against her own…
Hawkins watched, gently massaging his cock, as the two teenage sluts necked together while simultaneously getting their asses reamed out by one guy after another. Jesus, it was hot! He didn’t, however, join the queue. He had unfinished business with the brunette - Melons - and wanted to make sure he had her full attention when he fucked her. He could see the way Ashley’s senses were closed to the world while his teammates fucked her ass and cunt. Not like the blonde bitch. She was hot. She was moaning and wriggling back against each cock as it impaled her from behind. As far as he could tell, she had come at least four times since the fat girl had belted her down to the coffee table. She was really into the lez-bo stuff too; her and Melons were going at it like a pair of bitches in heat.
Eventually, his chance came up, as the stream of football players began to slack off a bit. They had each come at least twice now, and those that wanted more were choosing the blonde cunt. She fucked back, while the other - sexy a bitch as she was - just lay there, unresisting.
Hawkins waited until there were no more guys waiting and then moved forward to unstrap the tall brunette. She struggled as he tore her away from her kiss with her blonde friend, but offered no real resistance as he threw her down on a mattress. She just stared up at him, wild-eyed, as he lowered himself between her legs and once again thrust his cock into her sopping pussy. This time he was going to cum inside her. The bitch began to cry as Hawkins fucked her, but he didn’t mind that.
Hell, it just meant she was paying attention.
Karen sat, motionless, in the front seat of Sharon’s car, staring blankly out the front window at the house. It had been over an hour now. She should have taken Sharon’s advice and gone into the house to watch, but just the idea of those guys and what they would do to her Ashley…
Karen shook her head, trying to banish those thoughts from her mind. It had been a running battle to keep the brunette from going out with guys from school. If that slut wanted cock so badly, she was welcome to it. She would be getting a lot of it. Karen would see to that. Even better, there was a lot of money to be made, as Sharon had pointed out. Lots of cash.
So, why did she feel so sick just thinking about it? Why did the mere thought of some big shithead of a male sticking his ugly cock into Ashley make feel like crying?
Enough! Karen reached for the handle and pushed open the car door…
Sharon had videotaped the entire scene on the coffee table, and was now focusing on Stacy as the blonde slut began servicing two guys: one from behind her as she knelt, strapped in place, over the wooden surface, and one in her mouth as he straddled the coffee table in front of her.
She continued to keep the camera away from Ashley, who refused to become aroused. Sharon couldn’t understand it; Ashley had drank as much of the drug as Stacy, but she wasn’t…
Realization dawned.
There was no drug! Gary hadn’t been putting anything in Stacy’s drinks for three months now. The stuff in the thermos had only been alcohol. Ashley was doing this straight!
Sharon stared open-mouthed as the tall brunette, tears streaming down her face, was being fucked on the mattress. Then she looked back at Stacy on the coffee table. If Ashley was doing this without the benefit of the drug, then so was Stacy. On the coffee table, Stacy groaned with pleasure as her body was wracked with yet another orgasm.
The door behind her banged shut. Sharon whirled around to see…
Karen ran into the room, her pudgy face red with exertion. Where was… She stopped in her tracks as her eyes lit on the mattress where some asshole was lying between Ashley’s spread legs, pumping his cock in and out while the tall brunette cried and struggled beneath him.
Sharon reached towards her, but Karen shook off her hand.
"Get off of her, you asshole," she screeched, running towards the mattress. Shocked, the guy looked up from where he was fucking Ashley just in time to see Karen come barrelling across the room towards him. He only had time to throw up his hands as the fat teenager slammed into him with enough force to make him think he was back on the football field. With a shout, he fell back, his cock sliding out of Ashley’s sopping cunt just as he came. A wad of sperm flew up and sailed across the room, splattering against the back wall.