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Stacy 07
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STACY'S SENIOR YEAR
(PART SEVEN)
By Parker
WARNING: This story contains all manner of unpleasantness:
blackmail, non-consensual sex, humiliation, D&S and all that
sort of unsavoury activity. If you do not find this sort of
FANTASY stimulating (or, at least, interesting), I suggest
that you stop reading now. Really.
This is Part Seven of a ten-part story. Do I need to spell
it out for you?
Copyright 1993. Feel free to spread copies around, but
please use a little discretion. Thanks.
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Karen ran her fingers through her curly brown hair and
looked around the bedroom, feeling useless and out of place with
nothing to do. Neil and Gary were busily removing a shelf from
the second, smaller closet while Sharon wandered about the room
with a light meter, alternately taking readings and making
adjustments on the video camera set up on a tripod in the main
closet (no need to remove any shelves there). Even Stacy was hard
at work, albeit reluctantly; she was taking, trip by trip, the
small mountain of clothing which had previously filled the
smaller closet and carrying it to a different room. She was quiet
and sullen, but she did what she was told.
It was all so unbelievable! Even after Sharon had told her
everything - even after they had showed her all of those pictures
- Karen still found it hard to credit the story. Stacy, the
Princess of Greenwood, the perfect Ice-Queen Bitch, being forced
to fuck dozens of different guys at school in order to keep
secret the fact that she was cheating on exams! If Karen had read
it in a story (and she had read a few stories of this type), she
would still have found it difficult to swallow. Really, though,
it had been the pictures that had finally convinced her. After
Sharon had talked to her that day in school when Ashley and her
friends had stuffed Karen's locker with those magazine pictures,
Gary had shown her the set of photographs taken earlier in the
week at a downtown studio. There was no way that Stacy would do
something like that willingly, particularly the last two outfits.
The sight of Stacy in (and then out of) the black leather
mini-skirt and, later, in the pink latex dress had left Karen
damp with excitement, despite the fact that Stacy wasn't her
type. No, not her type at all. Karen preferred larger girls;
particularly brunettes. Girls like Ashley.
When they had arrived at Stacy's house that Saturday
morning, the week after New Year's, Karen had been expecting
Stacy to slam the door in their faces. Even after all the proof
she had been shown, she had still expected that. It hadn't
happened, though. Stacy had opened the door and let them in
without a word. She looked angry, and more than a little bit
unhappy, but she let them in. Still, it wasn't until Neil put his
hand behind Stacy's neck and drew her in for a long, protracted
kiss that Karen at last fully accepted everything that she had
been told. Stacy didn't exactly co-operate, but she didn't pull
away either. And from the way her mouth was working, she was
definitely returning the kiss. Unbelievable! Yet it was
happening. And if that was happening, perhaps Sharon's plan for
Ashley might work as well. Karen trembled as a small shiver of
excitement shot through her pudgy body.
Her type. Girls like Ashley...
Neil removed the last screw and handed it to Gary who
carefully put it in his pocket. The final shelf slid out neatly,
leaving the bottom half of the closet completely open. (The
shelves on the top half were more permanently affixed.) There was
just enough space for one person if they sat down with their legs
curled up. That was going to be Sharon's post. Neil was thankful
about that. There was no way he was going to spend several hours
in that cramped space. He was going to be in the bigger closet
with Gary and Karen. There was really no need for him to be
there, as Gary had pointed out, but he wanted to be part of
things again.
He wanted to see Stacy in action...
Sharon looked critically through the camera's viewfinder.
The angle wasn't the best in the world - it wasn't even as good
as it had been in Neil's bedroom - but it would have to do. As
long as the light was OK, the pictures should turn out alright.
From where she would be sitting in the small closet, she could
get pictures of the bed and most of the bedroom, but she was a
little low to get the best angle for any action on the bed. And
the action on the bed, of course, was the whole point of these
arrangements. As well, she was forced to take the pictures
through the slats in the closet door. It worked fairly well as
long as she kept the camera flush against the door, but it
limited her options. It would also force her to lean forward
uncomfortably when taking pictures.
It was, however, the best they could do, and there was still
the video camera in the walk-in closet. Perhaps if Stacy's
parents had left the night before as planned they would have had
time to make further modifications to Stacy's bedroom, but the
parents had delayed their departure until mid-morning on
Saturday. Hence, The three friends had only had a couple of hours
Saturday morning until Ashley was to arrive. Not the best of
circumstances in which to accomplish so tricky an objective, but
things weren't going too badly.
Now, as long as nothing else went wrong...
Gary finished giving his final instructions to Stacy and
gave her one final look. She appeared quite stunning in her short
skirt and pink blouse, her blonde hair combed in waves over one
shoulder. Sharon had both chosen the outfit and done up the hair,
treating Stacy like some big barbie doll to be dressed and
groomed at will. Stacy looked great and Gary approved; if that
didn't work, nothing would. A quick glance around the bedroom
revealed nothing out of place. Sharon was safely out of sight in
the small closet, and Neil and Karen were sitting side by side in
the back of the walk-in. A quick check in the upstairs bathroom
reveal that Karen's "props" were in place.
Everything was ready.
Right on cue, the doorbell rang downstairs. Gary looked
Stacy in the eye.
"Showtime," he told her, smiling at the hint of panic in her
eyes. "You know what to do."
Stacy swallowed nervously, but nodded her agreement. She
knew what to do; it had been made very clear to her. Gary
gestured for her to answer the door. When she left the bedroom,
he turned and squeezed past the video camera and into the closet,
pulling the door shut behind him...
Stacy stopped momentarily on her way down the stairs to
answer the doorbell and took a deep breath; she needed to steady
her nerves. Of all the things they had forced her to do in the
last couple of months, this was quite possibly the most
difficult. As first, she had absolutely refused. Even when Sharon
had made all the usual threats, Stacy would not go through with
it. She had to draw the line somewhere. But when Gary had offered
her ten credits - ten less guys to fuck - she had wavered and
finally given in. She would do what they wanted. Ten less guys to
fuck! That would be worth it. That would be worth almost
anything.
And besides, what did she owe Ashley anyway?
Stacy was jarred from her thoughts by the sound of the
doorbell being rung a second and then a third time in quick
succession.
"Coming," she cried, annoyed, as she quickly jumped down the
remaining stairs. Despite her irritation and nervousness, she
forced a welcoming smile onto her face as she pull open the door.
"Ashley," she greeted her friend from school. "Come in."
Ashley accepted the invitation, walking in through the
doorway. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a pink sweater
under an expensive leather jacket. (Her parents were rich, and
she always had the best clothes.) Her long, dark hair was done up
into a large bun on the back of her head. A large leather purse
was slung over her shoulder. The two girls exchanged greetings as
they walked upstairs to Stacy's room. Their meeting was
ostensibly to put together some arrangements for a class project
in the spring term, but neither expected much work to be done.
Particularly since Stacy's parents were out of town for the
weekend and Ashley was staying the night.
Stacy led her friend into her bedroom, and the two girls
flopped down into comfortable positions - Stacy on the bed and
Ashley onto a large floor cushion - and began to talk. The
discussion at first centred around the recent holidays, and
Ashley told several funny stories about some visiting relatives
from back east. As usual, her stories were humorous at someone
else's expense, and she soon moved onto various people they both
knew at school. Soon, as usually happened, the talk zeroed in on
Ashley's unfavourable views on several of those people. Stacy let
Ashley carry the conversation, but talked just enough so that her
friend would not suspect that something was wrong. Just as Gary
had promised her a significant reward for success, he had
likewise made dire warnings regarding the consequences of
failure. Stacy was desperate to succeed.
After about an hour, Stacy decided that the time had come to
set things in motion.
"Want something to drink?" she asked, knowing the answer.
Ashley was staying the night; that would almost certainly mean
that the girls would get drunk on the contents of Stacy's
father's liquor cabinet. Ashley, in particular, enjoyed the
expensive brand of scotch whisky Stacy's father favoured. As
expected, Ashley answered in the affirmative, and Stacy left the
room to get the alcohol.
Sharon sat up as best she could in the cramped confines of
the closet when she heard Stacy offer Ashley a drink. This was
what they had been waiting for. Gary had liberally laced Stacy's
father's scotch with his now usual mixture of drugs. With any
luck, things should be underway before long. And not a moment too
soon; Sharon's legs were beginning to cramp under her.
She checked the settings on her camera...
Stacy bit her lip with apprehension as Ashley took a sip
from the tumbler. Would she notice anything different about the
taste? The moment passed without incident, and Stacy sighed with
relief, taking a sip of her own drink. Of course, why would
Ashley notice anything? Stacy herself had twice been drugged in
this manner - she now realized - and she had never noticed a
thing. The alcohol effectively masked the taste of the drugs.
Stacy took another sip of her drink, willingly subjecting herself
to the effects of Gary's drugs - she would need all the help she
could get - and the two girls continued their conversation.
By the end of the next hour, both girls were feeling the
combined affects of the alcohol and the mixture of drugs
dissolved within the alcohol. For Stacy, it was now almost a
familiar experience; the slight drowsiness, the sense of
dislocation and the increased sensitivity - she had felt it all
before. Ashley, on the other hand, had never previously
experienced the effects of these particular drugs. Hence, she put
the strange feelings down to the effect of alcohol on an empty
stomach (she hadn't eaten lunch). In a way, it felt kind of
pleasant, kind of like drifting, but with a sensual warmth down
deep in her stomach.
"Another drink?" Stacy got up and took Ashley's now empty
glass. Ashley started to answer (in the affirmative), but before
she could say anything, Stacy had hurried out of the room, not
even waiting for an answer. Normally, Ashley might have found
this behaviour extremely puzzling - it was usually Ashley who
instigated and encouraged the drinking - but her powers of
perception were somewhat blurred. She got up to stretch her legs
and walked over to the window. It was getting quite hot in the
bedroom, she noticed, perhaps she should open a window. She
reached up and...
"What are you doing?" Stacy had returned with the two
glasses and the bottle of scotch.
"I'm just g-going to open the window," Ashley answered,
stammering slightly in an effort to enunciate the words. The
scotch was really affecting her. She took a deep breath. "It's
hot in here." Her upper lip was damp with perspiration.
"I know," Stacy agreed. She put the glasses down on the
table and poured two more stiff drinks. "But you can't open the
window." She too was being careful not to slur her words. "My dad
gets pissed off about wasted heat during the winter." She crossed
the room and handed the full glass to Ashley. "He's kinda weird
about stuff like that." She shrugged her shoulders
apologetically.
"But, it's fucking hot in here," Ashley whined, accepting
the glass. "I'm, like, melting." She swallowed a large mouthful
of scotch.
Stacy appeared to think for a moment, and then put down her
glass and began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Take your sweater off then." In a moment, she was stripped
down to her bra. Ashley hesitated for a second, but then put the
drink down on a side table and slipped her pink sweater up over
her head, exposing large breasts barely constrained by a bra. She
pulled the sweater free of her head and shook loose her hair
(partly destroying carefully constructed bun on the back of her
head) just in time to see Stacy unclip and remove her bra.
"Stacy!" Ashley was a little embarrassed. They had seen each
other
naked often enough before and after gym class at school, but not
like this. It seemed different, somehow, to be standing naked
like this in Stacy's bedroom, slightly drunk. Still... it was
quite hot... and the bra strap got more than a little itchy when
she sweated... Why not? Shrugging her shoulders, Ashley followed
suit, slipping the straps of her bra off her shoulders and
unfastening the bra, revealing her own breasts.
Gary peered intently through the slats on the closet door as
Ashley's large, firm breasts popped free of confinement and into
view. Impressed, he brought his still camera up and snapped a
quick shot, making certain that Stacy, also topless, was in the
picture. It was almost time to start running the video camera. As
he took the picture, he felt a gentle shove from behind.
"Let me see," Neil whispered, trying to look over Gary's
shoulder and around the tripod. Gary pushed him back, frowning.
He brought a finger up to his lips, gesturing angrily for
silence. Did Neil want to fuck it up for everyone? Gary pointed
towards the floor of the closet, where Karen sat in patient
silence. Neil looked like he wanted to argue the point, but gave
in and sat down, sulking.
Gary turned back to the action in the bedroom.
"Here, I'll put that away." Stacy reached over for the
sweater and bra, "accidentally" brushing the back of her hand
across Ashley's tits. Ashley flinched slightly, but handed over
the clothing without comment. She watched as her friend hung them
on a hook on the back of the door.
"Thanks."
"No problem." Stacy padded back across the room towards the
tall brunette. She crossed in front of her - once again brushing
against Ashley's breasts - and picked up her friend's glass.
"Here's your drink."
As Stacy walked across the room, Ashley couldn't help but
notice how sleek and fit Stacy looked. Secretly, Ashley wished
that she had that kind of body - thin, muscular thighs, tight
stomach and smallish, firm breasts. Ashley, on the other hand,
was more lush in form, although her large breasts were firm
enough to stand up on their own without the aid of a bra. She
knew she was beautiful - indeed, she took if for granted - but
she still admired her friend's physique. If only...
She was surprised to find her nipples hardening as she
watched Stacy. Suddenly embarrassed and shy, she turned away and
crossed her arms in front of her breasts, taking a large sip of
the scotch. She quickly regained her composure, and the two
girls, now topless, resumed their former positions and continued
the conversation. They carried on talking for another half hour
or so, with the conversation becoming more and more disjointed as
the drugs took their affect. Eventually, Stacy asked Ashley to
bring the now half-empty bottle to her on the bed. Ashley
complied, moving carefully in order to compensate for the lack of
co-ordination brought about by the alcohol, but when she tried
to move away after handing over the bottle, Stacy gestured for
her to lie down beside her on the bed.
"What?" Ashley's head was spinning slightly.
"Just lie down," Stacy told her soothingly. "Relax. I think
the booze is hitting us harder than we expected."
Ashley couldn't argue with that. They were only on their
fourth drink (or was it the fifth?), and she was feeling a
curious dislocation, almost like she was looking at events
through a long tunnel - as if her mind was somehow dislocated
from her body. At the same time, however, her nerves seemed
heightened and more sensitive and there was a curious tingle in
the base of her stomach. Better lie down, she thought, and
allowed Stacy to help her down on the bed. Stacy's hands felt
cool and dry against her hot skin. They felt good. That's better,
she told herself, stretching out with her arms by her sides. By
now, her bun had become unfastened, and her long, brown hair
spread out on the pillow behind her head. She closed her eyes and
relaxed.
A few seconds later, however, she felt a movement on the bed
beside her. Opening her eyes, she noticed that Stacy was half
sitting up, looking down at her with a funny expression on her
face. Ashley, suddenly worried, tried to sit up, but Stacy put
her hands on her friend's shoulders and pushed her back down.
"Relax," she murmured, almost whispering. "Just lie there." Her
strong hands began to rub Ashley's naked shoulders. After a
moment, Ashley complied, lying back and enjoying the sensation of
having her shoulders massaged. It felt so good...
It felt even better a few seconds later, as Stacy slowly
moved her hands downward across the top of Ashley's chest and
then down onto her breasts. Ashley instinctively tensed and tried
to jerk away, but once again Stacy calmed her down with a few
whispered words. Ashley relaxed again, closing her eyes, as Stacy
gently rubbed her large breasts, paying particular attention to
her now-hard nipples.
Showtime!
Gary had clicked the "play" button on the video camera as
soon as Stacy had begun fondling Ashley's shoulders. Things were
getting hot out there! After checking the viewfinder to make
certain nothing was being missed, he lifted the still camera and
began snapping shots as Stacy moved her hands downward towards
Ashley's tits.
With any luck, Sharon was also getting some good material
from her place in the small closet.
Eventually, Ashley began to moan quietly with pleasure. The
moans grew louder as she felt a new sensation on her now
ultra-sensitive nipples. She opened her eyes to see that Stacy
had bent over her and was licking her nipples with a small, pink
tongue which darted in and out of her mouth. Fully aroused,
Ashley brought up her hands and began to run her fingers through
Stacy's blonde hair; her beautiful blonde hair. Her hands stayed
there as Stacy slowly licked her way up along Ashley's throat
and, finally, to her face. After a brief moment of hesitation,
the two girls kissed each other full on the lips. The kiss seemed
to last a long, glorious lifetime, as their tongues entwined,
broke free and then joined again.
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.
Her decision was made.
Gary tensed as she began to speak, but he needn't have
worried.
"Just for the rest of the school year?" she confirmed, her
voice trembling. "After that, I get the pictures and you leave me
alone?"
He smirked. They had her! "Sure," he told her. "As soon as
school's over, you get everything, and no one will ever know this
happened."
Ashley's face twitched with tension, but she forced the
hated words out of her mouth. "OK," she mumbled. "You win. I-I'll
do what you say."
Gary's smirk widened to a grin.
"Oh... not what we say exactly," he chuckled. "We're giving
our rights over you to someone else. A friend."
As he said this, Karen walked out of the big closet.
Ashley's eyes widened with shock!
"No," she almost screamed, cringing under the duvet. "I
didn't agree to that. Not with her!" She began to cry again.
Gary was unrelenting. "It's her or we give out the
pictures." Ashley began to sob loudly, but after a few moments
she nodded her assent. She had no choice.
Karen licked her full lips and moved forward towards her new
toy, her eyes bright with excitement. Gary looked around at the
others.
"C'mon," he said quietly. "Let's leave these two alone. I'm
sure they have plenty to talk about." Sharon and Neil immediately
began walking out of the room. After a moment, Stacy got up and
followed them out, still clothed only in her short skirt.
As they shut the door behind them they heard Karen's voice,
low and menacing: "Well, Ashley. First, we'll discuss that 'joke'
you played on me last month..." The door began to shut. "Then
maybe we'll try some of that stuff you and Stacy were doing a
little while ago... just to get started."
The door shut on Ashley's sobbing.
Outside, on the main upstairs landing, Gary and Sharon
sighed with relief. It had gone better than they had expected.
Neil had gone downstairs for a beer when Stacy spoke up.
"G-Gary?" He looked over at the half-naked teenager. She
made no effort to cover herself, but wouldn't look him in the
face. Instead, she lowered her eyes submissively.
"Yes?" His hand found Sharon's and held on.
"That drug you gave us... I want some of it."
"Huh?" Gary was puzzled.
"That drug that makes me h-horny," Stacy explained,
trembling. "I want some of it. It will make it easier for me...
you know." She started to cry a little bit. "It h-hurts so
much... sometimes. If I... if I'm... excited..."
"Ahh." Gary finally understood. He looked over at Sharon,
who smirked back at him. He shrugged his shoulders. "Alright," he
told her, "there's still some left in your dad's scotch. Use
that."
"Thanks." Stacy brought her arms up across her chest and
started to shiver.
"But first," Gary continued, smirking "you have to earn it."
Stacy looked up, her green eyes wide. "Come here." He and Sharon
led her into her parents' bedroom and shut the door behind her.
She began to tremble when they started to remove their clothes,
but she didn't cry out or protest in any way.
She needed that drug.
Neil ran up the stairs two at a time, beer in hand, only to
find the landing empty.
"Hello?" He looked around, puzzled. "Where is everybody?" He
wandered along the landing until he came to a door. He opened it
a crack and looked in. A bedroom. Inside, he saw Stacy sucking
energetically at Gary's cock as Sharon straddled her head and
necked with Gary. Sharon's thighs tightened and loosened on
Stacy's head as the blonde teenager sucked for all she was worth.
Quietly, Neil closed the door. Obviously they wanted to be
alone. He stood there for a moment, took a swig from the beer
can, and than walked back to the doorway to Stacy's bedroom. He
carefully opened it and peered in. He was greeted by the sound of
rhythmic slaps of flesh against flesh as Karen had Ashley, still
naked, over her knee and was spanking her vigorously. Ashley's
lush bottom was bright red and shining from Karen's attentions,
and the brunette was crying and sobbing as she squirmed on the
other girl's knee.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... please, don't...
don't... I'm sorry, I won't... please..."
The begging continued until Karen finished the spanking and
turned the older girl over, still balancing her on her knees.
Still sobbing and babbling apologies, Ashley offered no objection
as Karen cradled her in her arms and began caressing her large
breasts. Neil slowly closed the door.
He stood on the landing for a few moments, undecided, and
then shrugged his shoulders.
"Maybe there's some football or something on TV," he
muttered, walking slowly back down the stairs.
END PART SEVEN
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