Stan Lubin came from one of the better sections of Rapier City. Some distance from either Jennifer Carmel's home or the cabin in which last night the fullback football star had taken her virginity, his father, Reginald Lubin, had leased a mansion in the shelter of a vast pine forest, a mile off the main highway leading south. Reginald and his wife, Elmira, had left the house in care of their son, Stan, while they went off skiing to a chalet in Switzerland. Mr. Lubin was a wealthy man, dabbling in a collection of businesses, all loosely controlled by his one, main holding company with its address in Switzerland, chosen for its tax laws, and the Swiss skiing trip was actually being paid for by the company, as was his house and new Aston-Martin. Mr. Lubin put everything he could in his company's name; his income tax showed that he made about two hundred dollars a month personal income, and naturally he enjoyed the benefits of the tax law's loopholes.
The house itself was spacious, built in a Spanish style of white stucco and wrought iron. Wide, well-landscaped grounds bordered it, the two tennis courts, the emerald-green swimming pool and twin cabanas, and a magnificent waterfall which cascaded from a small mountain of rocks and ferns, bubbling away into a stream which meandered among the many thick bushes and exotic plants growing in profusion. It gave the appearance of a deserted island paradise if it hadn't been for the collection of hot rod cars and flashy customed autos which lined the driveway, a full volume blast of a raucous electric guitar band from the sunken living room's stereo, and the wild yells and shrieks from the eight young teenagers inside.
Eight adolescents: seven boys and one girl. The seven were the "swinging" members of the high school football team. The one girl was the lovely, radiant young Jennifer Carmel.
The sweet, near-virginal teen-ager had been happy and excited when Stan Lubin had picked her up in the Aston-Martin his father had left be hind. As she had climbed in and sat against the tan leather upholstery, her pulse had quickened, for Stan had grinned at her, his face glittering with excitement. She had still not been overwhelmingly sorry about what had happened to her the night before, and actually wanted to have Stan's penis back inside her tiny, already expectantly quivering pussy again, spewing its cum into her belly. She had remembered the conversation of babbling, lust encited words she and Stan had had between them while she was being so wonderfully fucked by his hard, slamming cock, but those words were said in the heat of passion, weren't they? Certainly nobody would really mean for her to do all those things that Stan had said to her… letting the football team fuck her, forcing her to suck his cock… no, of course not. She was his girl… he had so much as said so last night!
And Stan had been so nice. He'd talked about all sorts of things to the pretty daughter of Roger Carmel as they drove to his parent's house. And he'd given her a marijuana cigarette to smoke, and even another after she'd finished it. By the time she'd arrived, the car swinging around the crushed oyster shell semicircular drive and stopping in front of the front door, she was carefree and lightheaded and laughing at everything. She was having a wonderful time! She was part of the "in" crowd now, and she had found it so much fun to be part of the group, that she'd have done anything to keep in it. Anything – she didn't reckon on how prophetic her thoughts would later become.
It was only when she saw the grinning, expectant faces of the other six boys, including that of Lance Retliff, the huge Negro tackle, that she began to feel the pangs of doubt, and terror began to creep between the fuzzy layers of wool which the marijuana drug had swaddled her brain in. "Stan…" she whimpered, clutching his sleeve.
"Relax, sweetheart," Stan grinned lewdly at the petrified young girl. "This is sort of your initiation into the group, you might say. Do well, and…" he shrugged, "we'll let you continue paling around with us."
"But…" the words of protest clung to her throat as she looked around the cluster of eager, virile young teen-age males. "I can't…"
"Just like I always thought," snarled Vic, Tamera Oliss' boyfriend. "She's chicken. She's just a baby."
Tears of agony and tormenting confusion welled in the girl's eyes as she saw that unless she submitted to whatever depraved games Stan wished to have her play, she would be ostracized, and although she had the desire to go home to cast aside the threats, she stayed, whimpering, hoping that she could plead for mercy. Stan lit an other cigarette and ordered her to smoke it, deeply and quickly. She obeyed almost without thinking, seizing on the brown-colored cigarette as a salvation, as a filming haze to cover her mind from making the decision whether to save her body from their lascivious abuses or whether to submit…
Jennifer's black-haired head began to swim and she found herself weaving slowly. Some of the mortal fear and misery left her mind, being replaced by more floating, suspended calmness, and though she was still afraid of what this all male group might deign to mete out to her fresh young body, her courage was tripled. Then Stan said, "It's up to you, baby. Make up that sweet little mind of yours, and decide whether you're going to be a chicken like Vic thinks or a big girl like I think. I wouldn't have brought you along if I'd thought you'd balk like this. No girl of mine does that to me."
"What – what do you want me to do?" the fifteen year-old girl said, gulping bravely. "Tell me, and I'll try to… do it." She steeled her mind, thinking only of belonging, of the one chance she had been given to be a part of the school scene, of being Stan's new girl… and having Stan all to herself later. Afterwards.
"Strip," he commanded harshly.
"In front… of ev-everybody?" she answered in a frightened whisper.
"I don't mean out in the street, you stupid slut! Now peel those pants off and let us see that beautiful little body of yours." Stan's stone-like command broke through her resistance, and like a marionette, the drugged and subjugated young girl unclipped her blouse and unzipped her pants, letting both garments fall to the living room carpet.
"All of them," Vic Cain added nastily, "including your bra and panties."
Stifling a sob of utter shame, she reached behind her and then her white, firm, quivering breasts were naked, in full view of the seven boys. The team members sucked in their collective breaths, for her breasts were perfect twin orbs of purity, capped with tiny, trembling nubs of burgundy-colored nipples. Then she slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slid them down over her full rounded hips. Her black triangle of sparse young pubic hair was projected to their lustful, leering eyes, bringing another round of excited gasps.
"Hot damn," groaned Greg Mothra. "I can see her cunt lips and everything. Jesus, she's a fine piece of fucking tail, Stan."
"You're going to see a lot more of her than just this," the fullback son of the rich Reginald Lubin sneered. "All right, baby, now lie down on the floor. Lie down, I said. That's it. Spread your legs. We want to see all of your pretty pussy. Ahhhh…"
Jennifer Carmel did as she was ordered, sinking to the wool carpet and lying trembling flat on her back, her firm, unblemished skin glossy in the indirect lighting, her full breasts pooling provocatively on her palpitating chest, her flat, hardly touched stomach rippling with queer sensations of fear and excitement. There was some thing so terrible, so wretched about exposing her young, vainly resisting naked body before all these boys that it was almost exciting…
"Open those thighs wider," Stan continued. "Now put your finger in your little cunt and play with yourself. I bet you do that all the time at home, anyway," he snickered, and the truth of his dirty jibe made Jennifer blush profusely, right to the roots of her hair. "Make your tender cunt all nice and hot while we watch you."
Mortified, Jennifer looked down between her legs at the exposed, hair-lined lips of her vagina, the cool air of the day wafting gently over them and making them tingle erotically. She swallowed hard and with her middle finger extended and her face shining with sweat and intense embarrassment, she slowly started to run her finger up and down the moist, wet, little valley between her wide splayed thighs, all the way from the gently quivering crevice where her tiny puckered anus nestled, up to the tightly ovalled mouth of her vagina, and above, where she touched the exposed, hard bud of her clitoris. A shock of sexual arousal passed through her as her fingernail grazed the tender bud, and she spasmed with a momentarily uncontrollable throb of desire.
The hapless, broken little teen-age girl realized then that she had been trapped in a depraved circus of evil lewdness, that her initiation was only an excuse for these tormenting teen-ager boys to wreak their licentious passions on her innocent body without any regard for her except the most callous of attitudes toward on object to use and abuse. She trembled with renewed fear, and wished that she could smoke still another of the dream-inducing marijuana cigarettes. But she continued to masturbate, her legs bent wide, and as her pink little cunt lips became used to her finger, they glistened with dewdrops of lubrication, and an odd flame of tingling started rising out of her belly, as if her depravity was as exciting to her as it was to the carnal, animalistic group of boys around her.
Stan Lubin was breathing heavily, the tantalizing sight of this young teen-ager fucking herself with her fingers driving his cock to wild throbbings. Without a look at the other boys, all of whom had gathered around the girl, he unbuckled his pants and stepped out of his shorts. Jennifer paused in her self-abasements, even though her hot, quivering little pussy was secreting a greater flow of sex fluids now, and her smooth inner thighs were trembling and beginning to buck from her manipulations. She saw through her lust and drug-fogged eyes the giant, blue-veined shaft and rich, blood-heavy head of Stan Lubin's cock – the cock which had broken her hymen only the night before and had sent her on a wild rollercoaster of magnificent thrills, and as she recalled the exciting fucking his penis had given her untouched vagina she shuddered with expectant horror. He was going to fuck her in front of all the other! Well, why not? Hadn't he done that last night, up at that cabin, the only difference being that the rest of them were doing the same to each other? A surge of obscene desire rippled through her, and she worked her fingers faster along her moist, pulsating cunt, readying it for his entry, a new salaciousness taking over her dizzy, subjugated brain as she gazed upwards at the boy working his hand up and down his throbbing, ridged shaft, the foreskin of his penis puckering over the engorged cock head, then wrapping itself back again over the straining shaft.
But Stan Lubin lowered his muscular body down near her mouth until she could see every grain, every pore of his prick in close-up, and he hissed menacingly at her: "Take my cock in your mouth, Jennifer. Take my cock in your mouth and suck me off."
The young teen-ager let out a mewl of surprised rebellion. She couldn't do that! Not after all of this, she still couldn't force herself to take his penis in her mouth, wrap her tongue around his sperm-loaded rod and… no! The girl reached up her free hand and cupped Lubin's young, virile testicle, kneading them tenderly. "Please, Stan. Not that. Fuck me in front of the others, if you want. Fuck me like you did last night. I want you inside me… now." Tears streamed from her eyes, running down her cheeks and soaking into the carpet. A trickle of the warm, clear liquid slowly dribbled between her heaving, hard-nippled breasts. "Fuck me, Stan… don't make me suck your cock."
"You don't hear so good, I guess," came his mocking voice. "I told you last night that I was going to have you suck me next time, and by God, it's next time right now! Goddamn it, you're going to do as you're told, you bitch! Now, put my cock in your mouth!"
She tried to resist, but the football hero wrapped his hands painfully in her black hair and brought her head up to where his cock weaved magically in front of her lips, and he held the moaning young adolescent girl steady, unable to move. "Hurry up, you fucking bitch, hurry up! My balls are ready to explode!"
Jennifer stared at the writhing cock-head of Stan Lubin's hot young pick which glistened wetly with its thin sheen of lubrication, and it seemed to her a symbol of everything despicable and sick in the world at that horrid moment. The marijuana dulling her mind was a blanket which thankfully diffused some of the stark terror and made her a meek, quivering slave to the whims of the devilish high-school boy who kneeled naked in front of her, and she knew inside her that she was going to have to obey him without further question, that it was too late. She'd said she would be part of the group no matter what, and now that she was here, if she tried to back out, she knew instinctively that he would stop her. And then in would be worse – far worse for her than if she submitted now.
"Ohhhh," she mewled in abject misery, and bent her head forward.
She kissed the tip of his purplish cock-head hesitantly, and tasted the pungent tang of male secretions for the first time, in her young life, and its distinctive spice instigated wild tremors coursing through her… But instead of disgust and a feeling of nausea which she had thought she would experience, the rippling spasms of emotion were of delight, for incredibly she had to admit the taste of his cock was actually pleasant to her. It was hard, yet fleshy and resilient, and gave her trembling young lips a peculiar feeling of warmth and desire as if the boy's penis was some delicious stick of candy which she couldn't get enough of. Tentatively, still unsettled and fearful about this new discovery, Jennifer lavished her wet, slippery pink tongue along his whole glans, then brushed and grazed along the palpitating, heated shaft from its wide underside to its coronal ridge, washing and playing and caressing with increased fervor with every lapping stroke.
Then she parted her glistening lips and opened her fevered mouth and slid his penis along the full-length of her tongue, while tiny drops of lubricating fluid seeping from the tip of his cock, filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent, salty taste. Yes, she had been wrong! She had thought she'd hate to suck on a boy's cock, but now, forced to do it, she was finding the lewd perversion extremely exciting, and with out further hesitation she began to bob her head up and down along his expanding cock shaft, feeling its head hit the back of her throat. She moved so that she could continue to slide the fingers of one hand in the throbbing young curls of her black pubic hair, and beyond, into the open wet slit of her clasping pussy, feeling her vaginal walls squeeze against her hungrily probing finger. Jennifer Carmel became increasingly wild with frenzied new sensations churning in her belly and loins, erotic fermentations that she'd never dreamed could exist. The delicious masculine piquancy of the boy's genitals was driving her almost to the point of orgasm, and more and more her mind singled out the one burning craving to suck him until she could taste his sperm. Quickly she trailed her tongue back over his pumping shaft and throbbing head, while Stan commenced a slow undulation with his hips, sliding his thick, wet cock in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth in time to her own movements, his hands still viciously entwined in her hair.
The sight of the now crazed young teen-age girl's naked body slavering to make the groaning boy empty his balls into her mouth was entrancing to his other teammates, and spurred on their own young, insatiable passions. The collection of muscular high-school football players gaped as tingling sensations of lewd, voyeuristic delight coursed through their minds, and they one by one began to undress and strip off their clothes until they were as naked as Jennifer and Stan. Some dropped to lie on their back and massage their engorged, aching pricks with their hands, a couple even helped rub each other cocks in mutual masturbation, but all were drawn with envy as the daughter of Roger Carmel sucked with tight, elastic lips the cock which was fucking her mouth, her cheeks hollowing on the out-stroke and expanding obscenely on the instroke. The child's eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film of animal lust that sent shivers of excitement through them as well as her own naked body, forcing her hand to rub her pink, wet pussy lips with faster and faster abandon and sink two, then three of her fingers into her quivering, lust expanding cunt hole, and she began to gyrate and undulate her hips in total lewd-abandon. Some of the closer boys could even see thick fluid, a combination of saliva and secretions, dripping from the corners of the girl's mouth and run in tiny streams down her cheeks as the little innocent daughter and the others reveled in the cruel humiliation which Stan Lubin was subjecting her to. All the boys were able to view through the daze of their own mounting desires Jennifer's soft, wet mouth clasping greedily the growing penis pumping into her face, the thin, tensile rim of her lips clinging to the throbbing shaft as though clamped there by unseen fingers.
Stan Lubin grinned more lewdly than his friends as he fucked this virginal girl, and hungrily watched as her lust-contorted face sucked and licked his relentless shaft. She had taken her hand from his testicles and placed them behind his muscular flexing buttocks and was pulling him demoniacally to her, and his eyes feasted first on her masturbating fingers revolving in her dilated cunt and her heaving thighs, and then on the thick, pummeling shaft of his cock seemingly disappearing into a lengthened fusion of her face. She sucked his penis like a wanton whore, and as blood seethed in his veins and his cum boiled in his balls, the star halfback of the team drove forward like a pile-driver, sinking his prick so far into the little girl's tender mouth that his pubic hair brushed the tip of her nose and his balls danced with slapping unison against her up tilted chin. He could sense that his orgasm was about ready to explode, and feverishly he sought for his release. "Shit… shit, shit, shit…" he groaned.
And then the gathering of teammates saw some thing that in all their many lewd and perverted orgies, they'd never seen before! Stan suddenly jerked his cock out of Jennifer's hungry, clasping mouth and held his huge, red glans about two inches away from her lips.
"No, no… Stan, please, I want it! I want your cock!" the teen-age girl mewled abjectly, her fingers wildly slipping inside her hair-lined cunt and her mouth gaping wildly. And as if in answer, Stan Lubin's penis began to spew hot, sticky white cum directly into the searching cavern of her mouth, and she immediately opened it wider and thrust out her wet lips in an abandoned effort to receive more. The thick, quick spurts streamed from his cock's head hole like milk from a cow's udder, and Jennifer swallowed voraciously to keep up from being overflowed and losing a single precious drop of his hot, lust-incited fluid, her Adam's apple bobbing rapidly as his wildly ejaculating cock shot its lewd sperm into her face. Stan's prick throbbed out its last remaining stream of seminal fluid and thin strings of his hot, sticky seed ran down the tip of his penis to her glistening wet lips, but the debauched little teen-age girl desperately lifted her head off the carpet still more and took the deflating cock in her mouth, sucking like a starving calf with her lips until she had licked him clean.
Finally she sunk back to the floor, her pussy still a writhing and contracting fury of unquenchable desire which her fingers couldn't control or put out, and piteously she pleaded, "Please, fuck me now, Stan. Put your cock inside me… I must have you… my cunt's on fire, Stan… don't leave me like this… I beg you, fuck me!"
Stan Lubin chuckled and rolled to one side and sat up. "In due time I'll fuck you, you bitch… when I feel you've earned it."
Her breathing came in short, hard gasps, making her full, young breasts rise and fall in deep panting motion. Her glazed, pot-drugged brain was filled with her own starved and unsated passion, her belly and loins ached in seething unfilled lust, and she all but crawled along the floor in her quivering state of maddened frustrations. "Ohhhh, Stan… you must, you must give me your cock now…"
"I'll give you a cock if you want," he chuckled lewdly, "but not mine." He grinned at the group of players around him. "Who wants to go first with her, pals?"
"Me – me," stuttered the giant Negro tackle, Lance Retliff. "I – let me go first Gawd!" He gawked wild-eyed at the white little girl.
"You've got such a big cock, Lance, you'll tear her in half and not leave anything for the rest of us. No, you go last. How about you, Vic? You deserve seconds, I'd say; you and Tam were the ones who set this thing up."
Jennifer shuddered uncontrollably as her drug maddened mind deciphered the lewd, carnal words of Stan Lubin and the others. They… they were all going to gangfuck her, and there was nothing she could do about it, for her body was one seething mass of raw naked passions. She was crying out for release, cowering on the rug as seven boys gleefully watched her shamefully writhe on the floor, her fingers still working desperately up in her unsatiated, wet, young cunt, and she knew that she would submit to any of their demands, no matter how depraved, to keep the fevered devil of her sexual fire from eating away her belly and loins and tearing at the innards of her body.
The blanket of the marijuana drug was not enough. The torture of knowing that first Vic and then sit others including the lewd thrustings of Stan's hard, blood-swollen cock would make her nothing more than a lewd receptacle into which their vile sperm would spew, and that she would allow their great shafts of hardened young flesh to drub her helpless pussy with or without the deadening smoke, sent tears of wretched humiliation from her tortured eyes, for she was at that point where she had to have cock. Cock, with a capital C… Cock deep, deep inside her innocent young womb… She moaned in fatalistic anguish at Tamera's boyfriend, Vic Cain, the thick muscled, leering halfback and Stan's closest buddy, stood and came over to her.
The squirming teen-age girl looked up, hoping that he might have taken some small pity on her hopeless condition, but the boy's eyes flickered in appreciation as he saw the delicious nubile feast spread defenselessly before him, undisguised racioustess glittering from his pupils. His long, hardened cock jerked from the shadows of his muscular belly, and for one agonizing instant, Jennifer wondered how Tamera could take all of that in her tender girlish cunt. Then Vic sank to his knees and leaned gleefully over her and began running his rough, calloused hands over the adolescent, girl's smooth, cringing flesh.
Jennifer's reaction was violent!
A deep, indescribable electric shock shot through the frayed nerves of her body like a thousand sharp needles, dancing wickedly along the inner softness of her moist thighs, her buttocks ground desperately into the carpet to quench the seating hot flames licking hungrily at her naked cunt and rising bud of her exposed clitoris. The path of the high-school boy's coarse fingers rippled in her now quivering belly and out into the black-berry-like nipples of her throbbing breasts, drowning out the debasing humiliation of his strange roaming of her flesh, and her ivory breasts rose and fell heavily with her labored breathing.
Vic Cain couldn't wait – only a fool would have. He pushed her unresisting thighs wide with the rough palms of his hands and crawled eagerly over between their lush fullness. Desire-ridden flames rose higher around the pink, wet edges of Jennifer's naked cunt as she felt the boy's weight on top of her nakedness, and she dizzily thought of herself as one hot, moist tunnel which had to be filled. Her eyes locked greedily on the hardened cock quivering from his kneeling body, hovering between the slimness of her wide-stretched thighs, and uncontrollably, she kicked out her legs and curled her heels around his hips, pulling him toward her writhing body. He guided his thick, hardened penis straight into her throbbing cunt, his full weight smashing her to the floor with a deep moan, and then he rammed his pulsing rod as deep as it could go in her hungry, clasping vagina. His balls smacked heavily against her upturned, churning buttocks as he bored hotly into the yielding softness of her belly.
Jennifer had only one maddened thought at that moment: she wanted him deeper, wanted him to burrow further into her hot, quivering cunt, and she groaned and splayed her legs wide out on the carpet to give the football player greater access. "Fuck me deeper! Fuck me deeper!"
As if in apology, Vic rammed his tongue in her mouth, and Jennifer sucked thirstily at his drooling saliva in wild frenzy, her body caught up in a whirlpool of raw lust as his jerking cock pistoned into her mercilessly, the brutal thuds of his pelvis smacking her resounding noisily, and she felt her climax beginning… she was so close…
And then as she bucked uncontrollably against Vic Cain, she felt his plunging cock stiffen without warning and spurt its white-hot liquid far into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb. Jennifer moaned in frustration, for he had cum too soon, leaving her a second away from her own magical apex, and she strained against his rapidly deflating cock and cried out with anguish when he rolled away from her with a happy, satiated smile.
The fire burned on in Jennifer's churning thighs, and she waited impatiently for the next boy Stan would chose, "Oh God," she sobbed hysterically, "I'm going crazy! Someone! Anyone! Fuck me!"
Greg Mothra threw himself over the girl's squirming body without ceremony, straddling her stomach heavily, the soft whiteness of her writhing skin as it brushed against his dangling testicles causing his long, slender prick to jerk in anticipation. To the insatiable little girl, he was only a boy, a boy with a cock that could slice her burning pussy, and that was all that mattered, but Mothra had other indecent, perverted plans for his schoolmate's girl; he moved forward and lay his hard, wet penis between the valley of her full, fleshy young breasts and cupped his hands around their quivering mounds, pushing them together and trapping his pulsating cock softly between them Jennifer looked down her nose and watched the red bulbous head growing between her tightly held breasts, and could feel it throb against the sensitive tissue of her skin, sending further sheets of hotlicking flame down to the quivering slit of her palpitating cunt.
"No! Fuck me, fuck me, please, please! Not there! Not there!"
Mothra slid his blue-veined cock faster and faster between her straining breasts, ignoring her anguished pleas, saliva trickling from his puffing lips moistening the narrow valley and making the passage easier for his rampaging shaft. Desperately he pumped, faster and faster, and then before the teen-age girl's horrified eyes, his lust-built cum spurted out in hot sticky streams over her heaving young breasts, ran across her creamy white shoulders, splashed against her neck and chin, and sent droplets clinging to her cheeks, forehead, and flaying hair.
"Goddamn you!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, and cursed the boy with all the foul words that came to her lewdly deranged mind. "I want a man in me! I want a cock up my cunt! Now!" Her vagina was a steaming hot cavern that twitched like a nerve out of control, and her body was going to explode if someone didn't stuff his penis in her soon. She sobbed hysterically crying out for deliverance.
Stan Lubin grinned with cruel, salacious satisfaction as he saw the lovely little daughter of Roger Carmel writhing out of control on the floor. The teen-ager was beyond objecting to anything now, and she would probably welcome it, he thought gleefully. But he couldn't go too far, he knew; he had his orders from Tamera to do so much to this surging young female child and no more – and one didn't cross the orders of Sam Zeigler, even those given indirectly through Tamera and Vic – not if one wanted to keep a steady supply of passion-inducing marijuana coming. Anyway, what the hell; there'd be other times, other days… He turned to another of his teammates, who was stroking his own turgid penis, by the way he was moaning and whipping his hand over his shaft, he was about ready to shoot his cum straight into the air, and it would be a shame to waste it when there was Jennifer ready and willing to accept the load. "Ken, go get her, boy!" he said to King, one of the team's receivers. "Fuck her like she wants!"
Jennifer's eyes were glazed in uncontrollable lust, and all she wanted was to feel the deliciousness of a man fucking her. The young girl wanted her belly filled with great swirling pools of white hot semen and feel it shaking around wetly inside her…
The heavy body of Ken King flowed over her and once more she was lost in the sea of perversion and unquenchable desire. She fitted his oversized cock-head incautiously into the entrance of her pink-lipped, wet cunt, and frenziedly she locked her legs tightly around his back and jerked her hips up, gyrating wildly, holding the boy deep in her gripping vagina. King came quickly, his hot juice splashing her womb, and then she felt the cool rush of air against her fevered genitals as he left her. Before she could protest and beg for more or Stan could call out to the next boy, George Slade leaped up and grabbed her slim, tapered, wriggling ankles and thrust them up until her knees were hard against her swollen, still sperm-drenched breasts. As she lay so totally exposed, her hair-lined pussy splayed wide and her tender anus puckering in full view, the teen-aged boy rammed his trembling cock deep into her cum-filled cunt with a violent thrust.
"Ahhh!" Jennifer wailed as she felt the school boy squeeze his penis along the full length of her tightly clenching cunt, his body quivering from his delicious fucking, his hips surging against the soft flesh of her raised wide-splayed cervice and moon-shaped buttocks. His swollen cock-head hit the top of her burning channel, mashing her cervix, making her writhe hot and delirious. "Yes, oh yes… fuck faster… fuck faster…!"
The little, once-naive, once virginal teen-ager, strained desperately against his ramming prick and bucked crazily, arching and rearing her white, wide-stretched ass like the bitch in heat that she was, while George Slade groaned and whined with a torrent of insensible words and rotated his thighs, splitting the walls of her milking hot vagina with each pounding stroke. Then he gave a hoarse cry and the glans hole at the peak of his blood-swollen penis opened like the gates of a dam and wildly lashed hot, thick semen into her writhing belly, just as the others had, sending shivering geysers of hungry tension flooding through her loins, the wash of sudden excitement mixing obscenely with his molten cum juice spurting from his cock buried in her churning, still unsatisfied cunt. And then through the dulled screen of her drugged and orgiastic-maddened mind, Jennifer opened her eyes as the boy removed his limp cock and another boy took his place almost without a pause.
"That's it, Gene!" Stan urged the teen-age teammate whose nickname was 'Cowboy'.
"Yeah, man, she's one wild ride today!" And then he laughed with a barking, sinister laugh of utter contempt and lewd delight, as he added in reference to Roger's love of horses and horseback riding, "Too bad you don't have spurs, Cowboy, you could really make her buck!"
"Cowboy" Rogers giggled shrilly and pulled the unprotesting almost incoherent little girl on top of him, his prick slipping into Jennifer's overflowing, hot young pussy as he did; then holding her white, slippery thigh, he bounced her harder and harder on his length of shaft, while she arched over his pumping body and spread her legs wide on either side, giving all the boys a different, more provocative view of her now up-tilted anus and crevice of her vagina slit, which was wetly pink and nibbling at the virile penis sawing upwards into her tender hair-fringed cunt. She was moaning and groaning now, for although she was incapable of either controlling the boys or her own wild, spawning need to find final release from her spiralling excitement, the previous series of pummelling, cruel fucks had rubbed her thin, unaccustomed walls of her lubricious, tiny vaginal tunnel absolutely flooded, and the new and different cock slamming into her made loud wet sluicing noises in the other boys' cum as it plunged rhythmically in and out of her. When finally Rogers screamed out his bursting orgasm, and her womb was once more filled with alien, strange seed that hit her inner belly with savage, boiling cream, she dropped off of the boy and lay panting on the rug, her loins and thighs still twitching and jerking with unrequited lusts. But she gripped her small, young hands into fists and clenched her eyes shut and cried out in defensive agony: "No more… let me rest, please let me rest… my pussy is so filled… it hurts now… I must have a rest…" Her feeble pleas were directed as much to herself as to the ring of panting, lecherous young males, all naked and glassy-eyed with lewdness around her, for she knew that her body was crying out for more, ever for more… and she had to stop herself from demanding an other cock, or else she'd never be able to walk again.
"N – now me, Stan," groaned Lance Retliff in a stammer of lusting head. "You – you promised I could have her too, after the others… I gotta have her or, or I'll cum all over your rug, I will!"
"Sure, Lance," Stan Lubin said to the great, hulking Negro team member. "You can have her, and right now."
Jennifer opened her eyes, and her shocked gaze fell on the black boy's monstrous penis pointing directly at her. She gasped in abject, astonished fear. She couldn't take his huge cock even if she wasn't so wretchedly, painfully exhausted! He'd split her open from anus to navel, she knew it! And… and he was a Negro! Frantically, with visions of her ripped and torn body bleeding on the carpet flickering wildly through her cringing mind, Jennifer looked around the room. They couldn't allow this to happen! They couldn't!
But all she saw were horribly excited young faces and eager sweaty bodies, and heavy, excited breathing. All of the young football team members were wide-eyed and eager for Lance Retliff to cruelly ravish her white quivering body with his burnished black penis. The Negro stepped to the tortured girl, his ebony penis rearing out from his muscular dark stomach like a third leg, his two great, sperm-laden testicles swinging below. Jennifer, through wide-splayed thighs, watched in frozen awe as the black-skinned torso descended over her like night across the sands of a bleached desert, and a shock rippled through her as her straining, defenseless cunt felt the trembling, wet head of his mammoth prick graze her already sperm-drenched vaginal lips, the shock of which traveled from the base of her loins to the top of her skull, where it shattered in a cascade of licentious abandonment. Her pussy jerked involuntarily forward to nibble hungrily at it, and nothing else existed in the world except that huge, fiery sword of black, hard flesh. She had to be filled in spite of what the Negro might do to her, and gone were her natural prejudices against his race, her principles, her humiliation; there was only the teasing reality of his probing cock crawling between her hot, steaming vaginal furrow, tracing lines of tiny wet circles of anticipatory secretions as it searched for her pulsating, bearded little cunt mouth. The alien cock jostled for a moment against her pink ragged edges of flesh, insinuating itself gently between them – and then Lance Retliff flicked his hips and forced his blood filled cock brutally into the open lips of her rubbery flesh.
Jennifer threw her head wildly from side to side. "Aggggg!" she screamed and desperately kicked her legs, trying to free her impaled little cunt. In her wild passion she'd overestimated herself, and she'd been right with her first, fearful reaction: his Negroid cock was too big! But Lance Retliff grinned lewdly down on the white young teen-age girl and levered his hands into a push-up position and slid another inch of his relentless monster into her excruciatingly painful vagina. Jennifer screamed again – another inch burrowed inside her…
"Nooo… nooo," she sobbed hysterically, tears gushing from her swollen eyes, but her struggling protests and resistance only brought more crushing thrusts from the Negro boy until his black cock plowed through her rippling pink soft flesh and smashed her inner organs into tight tiny balls that could not breathe or move. His penis was coming out her throat, out her mouth, curling around her brain…
Suddenly it stopped with an earth-shattering jolt as Lance thudded heavily against her white, up-turned buttocks, his inflated, sperm-bloated balls smacking heavily into the widespread crevice, and his huge ebony cock was imbedded to its hilt. The boy lay still for a moment while the bereaved pale-skinned daughter of Roger and Lonnie Carmel became adjusted to the presence of his huge shaft, and he lewdly savored the way her pain-contorted face slowly relaxed, her gnashing teeth opening with a soft sigh. Then, unable to control himself further he began a slow revolving motion with his hips, a slight sawing motion as he ground his cock in and out of Jennifer's moist, wide-stretched pussy, thrusting forward mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal and battering her pain-wracked body hard against the floor, expanding her still cringing walls of her vagina until she fit around his instrument like a well tailored glove of flesh.
The rapined, drugged little teen-ager was dimly aware through the haze of pain and desire that the rest of the boys were closing in, peering unbelievingly within inches of Lance Retliff's huge buried member, amazed that the tight, slender cunt they had seen before was capable of swallowing the whole of his black shaft. From both sides hands came out and began to rub lewdly over her moon-shaped buttocks, pulling and teasing the fleshy hair-covered lips locked so tightly around the pumping Negro boy's penis, and more hands clawed over every part of her skin until she thought she was covered with a thousand tiny insects. The living room became a giant octopus of grasping tentacles reaching out to help the obscene crushing of her moral and physical being. Weird sensations tingled through her helpless body as the outrageous debasement and subjugation brought strange masochistic pleasures seeping through her every sinew and marrow, and her hips started an unconscious response to the black cock fucking her and the thousand fingers groping at her and the mass of leering faces surrounding her.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes…" she crooned. "Oh God yes, fuck me like this…" She squirmed lewdly among the myriad hands teasing her flesh. Cocks were everywhere, the boys of the football team stroking them over her in time to the lewd black and white flesh smacking together before them – long ones, short ones, fat ones; she was a prisoner of them and the great ebony piston fucking into her deliciously wet and expanding cunt.
"Oh, don't stop, don't ever stop!" she grunted and she gyrated her thighs and buttocks faster in a vain attempt to match the poles of hardened flesh above her and in her, and then she felt her hands uncontrollably grasp a couple of the wavering penises and she started to stroke them visciously and hard in communal rhythm to the shaft of anthracite-like penis pummeling her throbbing vagina. She was no longer a little, despoiled youngster, but a great morass of flaccid female flesh, unable to think or breathe.
Then all of a sudden, the Negro boy's cock inflated momentarily and he too grunted out his release of alien semen, shooting the hot, torrential flood of sperm deep up inside her, the load ricocheting wildly back against her battered cervix and flowing obscenely down from her matted hair-lined cuntal lips to drip down between the white crevice of her still uncontrollably convulsing buttocks and stain the rug. Other penises similarly exploded, bathing her in a shower of mixed semen as the lustful, virile young boys from her high school drenched her already sticky, wet flesh, her proud, darkly-nipple breasts, her passion lined face with surges of hot, white, gushing seed.
And Jennifer's long-sought wish came true, for the utter lewdness, the total rage of unhindered salaciousness had finally been enough to trigger her own impending climax simultaneously with the boys' urgent releases. She screwed her tight, young buttocks up hard against Lance Retliff's still squirting penis in her cunt and with a scream between her wide open, sperm glistening mouth, she felt her newborn tender young body burst into a Roman-candle of colors and stars, orgasmic juices swirling from the depths of her womb and churning obscenely together with the black boy's alien seed. She screamed, her legs flailing the carpet on either side of his rampaging thighs and the cock fucking her, and then her strength was suddenly gone and she collapsed as Lance slowly removed his limp penis from her semen-drenched pussy.
Stan Lubin stared in awe at the quivering, quietly moaning young girl on the floor, as thunderstruck with the overwhelming perversion based actions she had be a party to as the others were. She was the most fantastic, most insatiable girl he'd ever encountered. Great God, you couldn't wear her cunt out! One or a thousand fuckings were all the same to her, spurring her on to wilder uncontrollable frenzies of lust. He took a deep, trembling sigh, and even though he'd cum twice already the very prurience of this virginal looking, innocent-acting little girl enticed his prick to give a little jerk of renewed interest.
"We'll take her on again, fellows," he said to the panting, excited group of teammates. "We'll fuck her all day if you like, because she doesn't have to be at the Club Royale until this evening."
"Can we… can we go to the club, too?" Ken King asked. "I hear tell they've got some wild shows in the upstairs rooms, and… and if this little sweetheart is going to be an attraction there, oh God, I'd love to see her then!"
Stan Lubin shook his head sadly. "Naw, not even I can go. You know how strict the state is about under-age drinking, and Zeigler won't let us in because of our age. We'll have to make-do with her until he comes to pick her up." He grinned lewdly. "What are you worried about, Ken? You fuck her enough here and now, and you won't be able to move a muscle tonight anyway."
"Yeah…" King responded, licking his rubbery, wide lips.
Time, after that, became a meaningless and blurred merging of cocks and more cocks to the hapless, sex-drugged young daughter of Roger and Lonnie Carmel. She was beyond emotion, her body still reacting with orgasm to several of the boys' fuckings, but her strength was gone and she followed mechanically. Many long hours later, she was dressed and cleaned up by Stan and a couple of the other teen-agers, her limbs too weak and satiated to be able to perform for herself, and only dimly she heard the gravelly voice of an older man directing Stan to take her to his car. Slowly putting one rubbery leg before the other, she leaned on the boy and allowed him to take her outside and to a large, gold-colored Cadillac parked near the door. Exhausted, soiled, but pleasantly satisfied with a euphoria of drugged unawareness of what she had done, she tottered as he opened the back door of the large limousine and almost fell inside, lowering herself to the soft cushions and unconsciously feeling the warm, heavily breathing body of a woman next to her. She looked up, and then her eyes flew open with startled, abject bewilderment. Torment surged like a stimulant through her, sending all of her previous torpor from her in one split second of comprehension as she recognized the woman, but she still didn't understand why she was there, why she was in the back of this strange man's luxurious car.
"Mother!" she gasped, and collapsed in a dead faint.