SSY-02.TXT
STACY'S SENIOR YEAR
PART TWO
By Parker
an210088@anon.penet.fi
WARNING: This story contains blackmail, non-consensual sex,
D&S, humiliation and all that sort of good stuff (although,
not necessarily in every instalment). This story is not
politically correct! If you do not like to read (ie.
fantasize) about this sort of thing, STOP NOW (before it is
too late). You have been warned.
- This is the SECOND PART of a ten part series (thus, the
"02" in the title; it would be better to read part one
first.
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Neil checked his watch for the tenth time in as many minutes: still five
minutes to go before the 10:00 meeting with Stacy. He paced back and forth on
the path before the fountain, pausing only to push back his stringy, brown hair
and survey the surrounding area for any sign of her approach. The park was
empty, however, with the exception of a few joggers and the odd person out
walking their dog. (At least, Neil thought they were odd; he hated dogs.) The
area around the fountain was pretty much deserted, which made it perfect for
the upcoming meeting. If, of course, that meeting ever took place. Despite
Gary's repeated assurances, Neil was still not certain that Stacy would show
up. He half-expected to see a police car pull into the parking lot or something
like that. Gary, however, had been sure of their plan. He argued that for
someone like Stacy, social standing and reputation were all; she wouldn't put
either at risk by taking any chances that the evidence of her cheating would
get out. Sharon had agreed with him, but Neil was not so sure; it wasn't
Sharon's or Gary's ass on the line out here in the park. Still, he thought, it
was worth a try, particularly considering the potential prize at the end of the
day! He checked his watch again: still a few minutes to go. Neil looked up and
scanned the park - if she didn't appear soon...
There she was: large as life and twice as beautiful! Stacy was approaching
slowly along the jogging path which led into the park from the beach; she must
have parked her car in the beach parking lot, where it was much less likely to
be seen. That made sense. As far as Neil could tell, she was alone, which eased
his anxiety considerably. Maybe this would work after all. He stopped pacing
and watched as she walked towards him.
As she drew closer, he saw that her eyes were red and puffy, as though she
had been recently crying, or hadn't slept much. Maybe both. She looked scared.
If anything, though, Neil thought it made her even more gorgeous. This is
really going to work, Neil thought to himself, his heart picking up speed.
Finally, she reached the circular path before the fountain and, after
hesitating briefly, she walked up to him.
"Stacy," he greeted her...
*****
Stacy had indeed spent an almost sleepless night, tossing and turning in
anticipation of what would happen the next morning. When she finally did get
up, she was almost exhausted with apprehension. All she could think about was
what had happened to the last person who had been caught with a stolen exam
paper. The expulsion from school... the criminal charges... the public
exposure! That was the worst. The thought of the humiliation made her tremble
as she quickly got ready to leave for her encounter with the person who sent
the note. A brief excuse to her parents at breakfast, and she was out the door
and on her way.
Stacy was not surprised to see Neil standing at the fountain as she
entered the park. The blonde teenager had quickly realized last night that the
note must have come from him. He was the only person who knew about her
cheating, and he was the only person who could have taped their meeting. The
question was: what did he want from her to keep quiet about it? The answer,
unfortunately, was not difficult to figure out. She could see the way he
watched her as she approached the fountain. The way his eyes played over the
curves on her body, undressing her. Stacy shuddered. She did not find him
attractive - he was tall and painfully thin, with long greasy hair and an
unpleasant complexion - but had made up her mind the previous night that she
would do anything - almost anything - to get the tape back, including sleeping
with him. Anything to keep him quiet. She was afraid, however, that this was
exactly what she was going to have to do.
"Stacy," he greeted her as she approached. He was smirking.
"I thought it would be you," she spat out, unable to hide the anger and
hatred in her voice. "What do you want?"
"Why, Stacy," he feigned surprise and hurt, "is that any way to greet your
partner in crime? You seemed happy enough to see me a couple of weeks ago...
when you needed the exam paper." The tall teenager sat himself down on a bench
and patted the space next to him, gesturing for her to take a seat next to him.
"Fuck you," she blurted out. "I want that tape." She couldn't believe he
had the nerve to treat her like this. She fought down the urge to slap that
obnoxious smirk off his ugly face; there was time for that later.
Neil just smiled slightly and again patted the place next to him on the
bench. "I don't think that that's a very helpful attitude," he said mildly.
"Why don't you just sit yourself down right here, and we'll have a little chat
about it."
She just stared at him angrily.
"After all," he continued, "it wouldn't do to be seen arguing in public.
Someone might ask why."
Torn between anger and fear, Stacy hesitated for a few moments more, but
finally gave in and sat down beside him. She tensed up as he put his right arm
around her shoulder, but didn't pull away. She hoped no one could see them
together; it would be impossible to explain this to her friends at school.
"That's better," he said smoothly. "Now we can talk."
She turned slightly towards him, ignoring the condescending tone of his
voice. Anger had won out over the fear, if only briefly. "You know what I want,
you fucker. You tricked me. I want that tape back, and I want you to shut your
fucking mouth about the whole thing, you asshole..."
She was stunned into a shocked silence as he brought his left hand around
and slapped her across the face. It wasn't particularly hard, but it was
surprising and humiliating. She brought her hand up to her stinging cheek and
started to pull away, but Neil held her close. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"First thing, Stace," he told her quietly. "Don't swear at me, or even in
my presence. It makes you sound cheap. Do you understand?"
Dumbly, she nodded her head as the tears began to flow down her cheeks.
The humiliation at being talked to like this was even worse than being slapped.
What was he doing to her?
When he saw her nod, he relaxed his hold, but still kept his arm around
her. The cheek he had slapped was starting to turn red, so he leaned forward
and kissed it. Stacy tensed and started to tremble, but she didn't pull away.
"There, there," he said soothingly, as he brought his hand up to wipe the tears
off her cheeks, "Is that better?"
Trembling, she nodded.
"Fine," Neil leaned back on the bench. "Now we can talk. As you know, I
have evidence that could fuck you up at Greenwood. I don't want to use it like
that, but I will if I have to."
"If you give out that tape," she argued, regaining some control (but still
not pulling away from his encircling arm), "you'll be expelled too. I'll let
everyone know who sold me the exam. We'd go down together." She had thought of
that argument last night, while tossing and turning in bed.
Neil just shrugged. "You can try," he answered. "But I don't know if
anyone will believe you. My voice can't be recognised on the tape and I have
friends who will be willing to swear that I was somewhere else that Friday.
Besides, I almost failed the test; who'll believe I had the questions ahead of
time?" He fell silent for a moment and looked at her. "And even if I do get
expelled, it's no big deal; people expect it of me. It's your reputation that
matters."
He was right. Stacy began to cry again, and was forced to suffer the
humiliation of Neil again brushing the tears from her cheeks. "S-so, what do
you want, then?" She was defeated. She would give him what he wanted.
"You," came the expected answer. "For just one night. Tomorrow night. I
want you to make love with me and act as though you like it. After, I'll give
you the only copy I have of the tape."
Stacy began to tremble again as he said this, but she was not particularly
shocked. Here, she was on familiar ground; most of the boys at school wanted
the same thing of her, and she was used to dealing with their desires. As well,
she had expected something like this, and it could have been a hell of a lot
worse. She didn't find Neil attractive, and almost gagged at the thought of
having sex with him, but she was certainly not a virgin. And one night wasn't
forever. It would be unpleasant, but it would be over with quickly, and she
would never have to talk to him again. And, once she had the tape...
Stacy was careful, however, not to let her thoughts show. No need to let
this asshole know that she was not as scared as she seemed. "And you'll give me
the tape?" she asked quietly.
"Sure."
"How do I know that you won't keep a copy of it and blackmail me again?"
"You don't," came the simple answer. "But I swear on my mother's grave
that I will not use the tape to blackmail you again." She looked doubtful, but
he just shrugged. "That's the best I can do."
"Just one night?"
Neil nodded.
"And it'll be a secret, right? You won't tell anybody?" This was crucial.
If anyone ever found out that she had slept with Neil French, whatever the
reason, she would be ruined at school. It would be even worse than being caught
cheating.
Once again, Neil nodded. "No one will have to know," he told her.
Stacy fell silent for a few moments and then nodded her agreement. She had
stopped trembling and seemed thoughtful. "OK," she agreed, finally, "I'll do
it. Just one night. And no one knows."
"Right." Neil could barely keep himself from laughing out loud. If only
she knew what they had planned for her! "Show up at my place tomorrow night at
7:00. Can you find it?"
"I have a student directory," she answered, "I'll find it." She pulled
away to get up and leave, but Neil held her close.
"Don't I get a goodbye kiss?" he asked her. "To keep me until tomorrow?"
Fighting down an urge to vomit, she allowed herself to be pulled toward
him and pressed her lips to his. Her hands hanging limply at her side, she
tried to keep her mouth shut, but his tongue was insistent, and was soon
exploring the inside of her unwilling mouth. His breath smelled like smoke and
she almost gagged.
"Just one night," she told herself, as he drew the kiss out until it was
more like necking than a single kiss.
Finally, he released her. Gasping, she staggered to her feet and hurried
off.
"Until tomorrow then," he called after her.
*****
Sharon squeezed herself into the back of closet, trying as best she could
to make herself comfortable in the pile of clothing Neil had laid out for her.
From where she sat, she had an unobstructed 3/4 view from the head of Neil's
bed. She peered through the viewfinder of her father's video camera. "Looks
good," she reported to Gary, as he watched from where he sat on the side of the
bed. "As long as the lights stay on, I should have no trouble with the filming.
It's kind of tight in here, though."
Gary smirked at her. "You should be getting used to it by now," he joked.
"That cupboard a couple of weeks ago was no bigger."
Sharon laughed in agreement. What with the filming in the Woodwork Shop,
and now in Neil's bedroom, she was becoming something of an expert in this sort
of thing. Perhaps, she reflected, she should look into becoming a private
detective. There must be a lot of money in doing this sort of thing for divorce
cases in the like.
The 18 year-old girl settled back against the closet wall as her friend
and sometime boyfriend adjusted the tripod and camera in front of her to give
her a little more room. She was looking forward to the upcoming events,
although she still found it hard to believe that Stacy would show up and go
through with it. Imagine... the Ice Queen agreeing to fuck Neil! (Imagine
anyone agreeing to fuck Neil.) And she was there to get it all on tape! Between
the camera she was running, and the second video camera set up on the bookshelf
beside Neil's bed, they should be able to catch the whole event for posterity.
And after that, Gary had plans for Stacy that made Sharon wet and shivery just
thinking about them. She hated Stacy, and all of the stuck up cunts like her at
school. The chance to fuck one of them over was irresistible for her.
"You OK?" Gary broke into her thoughts. The camera was set up in front of
her, and everything was ready.
"Gimmie a kiss," she ordered, reaching up. Gary leaned over and kissed her
fully on the mouth, his tongue playing with hers. She could tell that he was as
excited about what was going to happen as she was, despite his calm manner.
Maybe they had time to...
"Hey hey," Neil called out jokingly, entering the bedroom. "This is
supposed to be my night. Knock it off." Reluctantly, Sharon let go of Gary and
settled back down into her position in the closet. Trust Neil to show up at the
wrong time. Gary smiled at her and shrugged his shoulders.
"Later," he whispered.
Sharon shivered as he partially closed the closet door, leaving it open
just a crack. "Shit," she muttered to herself, trying to get comfortable. A few
moments later, she was wishing that she had a cigarette.
Stacy preceded Neil into his bedroom and stood there while he closed the
door behind him. She was wearing blue jeans and a yellow tee-shirt, and had her
blonde hair pulled up into a simple ponytail.
"Like it?" Neil asked, gesturing vaguely towards the room. Stacy looked
around. It was a small, basement bedroom, surprisingly bright considering the
fact that there was only one, small window. The light, however, did the room no
favours. It merely exposed the battered '70s-style wood panelling that covered
the walls. That, along with the worn shag carpet gave the room a slightly
sleazy look to it. More or less what Stacy would have expected. Besides the bed
- a single bed, she noticed - which sat in the corner of the room next to the
closet, the only furniture in the room was a battered couch and coffee table
set up under the window. The table was covered with comics and magazines, as
were the bookshelves which lines the wall over the bed.
"Nice," she said sarcastically. "I can see you've done a lot with it."
Before coming, she had decided to be as pliant as she could be, to go along
with everything as quickly as possible, but now that she was here, she was
unable to conceal her contempt and anger.
Neil did not react to her sarcasm. "Like a drink?" he asked, pulling out a
bottle from under the coffee table. "Whiskey. I'm having one."
The last thing Stacy wanted to do was hang around for a casual drink, but
as long as he was going to have one, she figured she may as well have a drink
as well. It might even make things a little easier. "Yeah, fine," she answered.
"With water." Gingerly, she sat down on the edge of the couch, careful to avoid
the magazines and - she now saw - cigarette ashes which were spread out on the
cushion. Neil disappeared into the adjoining bathroom and mixed the drinks. She
heard the water running for a moment, and then he returned with two glasses. He
handed one to her and then raised his drink in salute: "To us," he stated.
Stacy just stared at him for a moment. Fuck you, she thought. "To us," she
echoed unwillingly, raising her own glass. After this is over, she told
herself, taking a sip of the drink, I'm going to have to get this asshole taken
care of. She knew a few guys on the football team who...
"So," Neil interrupted her thoughts, sitting down next to her on the
couch, "did you have a nice weekend?"
Oh fine, she thought, small talk. Asshole. "Just great," she answered
sarcastically. "How about you?"
"I've been horny all weekend," he told her, "thinking of you."
His directness and unapologetic crudity shook her, reminding her of her
situation, and why she was here. Best to get it over with as soon as possible.
Deliberately, she drained the glass in one gulp and slammed it down on the
coffee table. "Stop fucking around. Let's get on with it."
Neil, however, was in no hurry. He took a casual sip of his drink and
smiled at her. "Get on with what?"
"You know." She gestured vaguely with her hand. "...It."
"It?"
"Sex," she blurted out. Just how stupid was he? "That's what you want,
isn't it? That's why I'm here, isn't it?" She flushed and looked down. He
wasn't making this easy on her.
Neil suddenly reached over and grabbed her face, turning it towards him so
he could look straight into her large green eyes. "No," he told her. "I don't
just want 'sex'." He mimicked the way she had reluctantly said the word. "I
want to fuck you." He made a point of emphasising the crudity. "We're going to
fuck. Ball. Screw. Get it on." He got up and walked to the bed, pulling his
shirt over his head; the complexion of his back matched that of his face. "But
first," he said, carelessly throwing the shirt onto the floor beside the bed,
"you're going to have to ask."
"Ask?" Stacy's head swam in disbelief. She felt a little dizzy, probably
from the drink. "Ask?"
Neil lay down on the bed, put his hands behind his head and grinned over
at her. "You're going to ask me to fuck you," he told her. "And then, if you
ask nicely, I'll do it."
"You're out of your mind!" Stacy tried to get up from the couch, but
stumbled against the coffee table and sprawled back onto her ass, knocking over
a pile of magazines. "I'm not going to ask you..."
"Alright," Neil interrupted her. "Then go." He pointed towards the door.
"But by the end of the school day tomorrow, that tape will be in Dr.
Grossmann's office." (Dr. Grossmann was the school principal.)
Stacy lurched back to her feet, carefully this time, her head spinning.
"B-but..."
"Well?" Neil was relentless. "What's it going to be?"
Stacy grasped at a straw. "But you said yesterday that I wasn't supposed
to swear around you," she begged. "You said it made me sound cheap." She was
more than a little humiliated at having to make this argument, but it was all
she had. Surely he wasn't going to force her to...
"That was in yesterday," he told her, smirking. "Now, I want you to sound
cheap; you are cheap."
"You bastard!" The tears were starting to flow down her face. "You
bastard."
"It's your choice," he told her. "Take it or leave it. Either you ask me
real nice to fuck you, or you get the hell out of here. What's it gonna be?"
Gary watched intently from his position in the yard outside the window.
From where he sat, peering through a small opening in the blinds, he could see
everything that was happening, but was unable to hear what was being said.
Silently, he cursed himself for not opening the window a crack, but it was too
late for that. Hopefully, Neil wasn't fucking up. Still, he would hear it all
later from the video tape. He hoped Sharon was ready.
Inside, it looked as if things were shaping up nicely despite his
worrying. Neil had got Stacy to take the drink which Gary had specially
prepared for her. Beside the alcohol content, he had mixed in a small amount of
a depressant - to lower her inhibitions and a stimulant - to keep her awake
and heighten her senses. Between the two drugs, he hoped the mixture would have
the desired effect.
From the look of things inside the bedroom, it was. Stacy seemed confused
and frightened. She had staggered to her feet and moved towards the door as
Neil had said something to her, but she didn't leave - as Gary had known
(hoped) she wouldn't - and had turned back around to face Neil on the bed. Gary
looked down to make certain everything was ready with his camera. There should
be some interesting shots coming up...
Stacy looked over at Neil, lying smug on the bed. She was paralysed with
indecision and disbelief. This couldn't be happening to her; it couldn't! Her
head swam. He couldn't be expecting her to...
"One more chance, Stace," he called over to her. "Ask or leave."
Stacy turned away from his leering face and leaned against the bedroom
door, trying to gather her thoughts. She was still dizzy, though, and it was
hard to think. Ask or leave... ask or leave... What could she do?! Eventually,
however, she came to the only decision she could; there was no way she could
let him release that tape.
OK you bastard she thought, drawing a deep, shuddering breath, I'll give
you what you want and more. She spun around to face him again.
"Neil," she asked, her voice quivering slightly, "I... I want to fuck
you." She couldn't believe the sound of those words coming out of her mouth.
Was that really her talking? It didn't sound like her. She was beginning to
feel strangely detached.
"What was that?" Neil asked, cupping his ear. "I didn't catch what you
said."
Hands clenched into helpless fists, she repeated the hated words, a little
louder this time: "I want to fuck you. Please let me fuck you."
"You don't sound as if you mean it." Neil pretended to be hurt, drawing
the humiliation out a little longer.
OK, Stacy told herself, trying to remain calm, just give him what he
wants. Do what he wants, get the tape and get out of here. "Please," she
repeated, this time pleading in an exaggerated manner, "Please let me fuck you.
I want to fuck you."
To her shock and anger, Neil just shrugged his shoulders dismissively. "I
dunno," he answered. "Maybe I don't want to."
Her heart skipped a beat. Was he planning to release the tape after all?
"Please," she pleaded - this time for real. "Please let me fuck you. I want
to... I really do. I'm sorry I was mean to you before. Please let me fuck you?"
She looked up at him, imploring.
Neil seemed to reach a decision. "Let's see what you've got," he told her.
"Take your clothes off. If I like what I see, maybe I'll let you do it."
Stacy, now numb from shock and still dizzy from the drink, reached down
and slowly began to take off her tee-shirt. She had gone so far now, she might
as well see things through to the finish. Her hands shook as she slowly pulled
the shirt up over...
"Not like that," Neil leered at her. "Do it sexy - like a strip-tease. And
ditch the pony tail."
Swallowing, Stacy complied, pulling the tie from her hair and shaking it
out. With her wavy blonde hair hanging free, she began to undress in as sexy a
manner as she could manage. Trying to smile in a seductive way, she slid the
tee-shirt up over her head and twirled it into a corner of the room, exposing
her bra. Neil grinned in appreciation. Stacy's tits weren't particularly large,
but they were very firm and well-formed. Next, to his delight, she began to
fondle her breasts through the bra, still looking at him seductively. After
doing this for a few seconds, she unclipped the bra, and pulled it slowly off.
Her breasts jutted proudly, nipples erect. Stacy felt a moment of shame at
this, but she was careful not to show it. She was too far along to think of
pulling out now. Suggestively, she ran her hands down her chest, across her
naked breasts and along her flat stomach to the waistband of her jeans.
Hesitating only slightly, she undid the button and allowed the jeans to slide
down her long, athlete's legs to the floor. She wore simple, white panties.
Stacy stepped out of the jeans and towards Neil. Time to get this over with.
Neil, however gestured towards the panties and shook his head. Her
theatrically seductive smile wavered a bit at this, but she took it in stride.
After all, how much worse could it get? Bending over, Stacy slid the panties
down her legs, completely exposing her crotch to his Neil's view. Now naked
except for her socks, she straightened up and looked at him. What now?
"Ask." Neil mouthed the word at her.
In as seductive a voice as she could manage, Stacy did as she was told.
"Please," she begged, her voice a throaty whisper, "Please fuck me. I need it
so bad... please fuck me." While she begged, she ran her hands over her
hardened nipples, almost causing Neil to ejaculate right then and there. Was
this Stacy Richards standing in front of him? "Please," she pleaded. "I want it
now..."
Unable to wait any longer, Neil swung his legs around onto the floor and
sat up at the side of his bed. "Come here, bitch," he growled, his voice hoarse
with lust.
Dizzy from the mixture of drugs she had been served in the drink and
almost numb from shock, Stacy obeyed. She felt detached, as if her body was
acting on automatic while she - the real Stacy Richards - watched from a
distance. Breathing quickly, she hurried forward, her tits bouncing as she
moved. She kneeled in front of him as he gestured for her to do so.
"Do you want it?" he asked her gruffly.
Stacy looked up at him with her large green eyes, puzzled and unable to
think. Want...
"My cock, Stace. Do you want my cock?"
Stacy fought back tears. "Oh yes," she breathed. "Please, let me have your
cock."
At his nod, she reached in between his legs and fumbled with the zipper. A
few seconds later, his cock popped out onto her grasping fingers. It was
already extremely hard, and - Stacy noted with loathing - glistening wetly.
What now?
"Kiss it," he ordered, answering her unspoken question. "Give it some
tongue."
Gagging, Stacy moved her face forward, grasped the penis and, rubbing it
gently with her fingers, she began to kiss and lick it. She had done this a
couple of time before with a previous boyfriend. She didn't like it, but was
able to keep her revulsion under control. This activity carried on for a few
minutes before Neil reached down and began to fondle her tits. To her
embarrassment, they responded immediately, the nipples regaining their previous
hardness. Her own body was betraying her! Her face went red with shame, but she
definitely began to feel a tingling between her legs.
"Take it in your mouth," Neil whispered at her a few moments later,
pushing her hair away from her face. His breath was short. Reluctantly, she did
so, sliding her warm, wet mouth over his now-sticky cock and sucking gently.
The salty taste was unpleasant, but she could stand it as long as he wasn't
planning to come in her mouth. Surely, he wasn't...
Suddenly, he leaned back and raised his legs. Surprised, she pulled her
mouth off his cock and looked up from where she was kneeling, her chin
glistening with spittle and pre-come. She quickly saw what he wanted, and
co-operated by pulling off his pants. He was naked underneath, and his cock
stuck straight up as he leaned back on the bed and swung his legs around so he
was again lying lengthwise.
"Climb on," he ordered. Panting, and out of breath from giving head, Stacy
scrambled onto the bed and straddled his naked body, her knees propped up on
each side of his thighs. Holding this position, she panted and trembled,
waiting for his next order. It wasn't long in coming.
He reached forward and played with her breasts for a moment, but then
dropped his hands to her crotch, feeling her cunt lips. Stacy's hands twitched
with the urge to push his hands away, but they remained at her sides. He
smirked at her. "Wet," he pronounced. "You're really into this." Stacy fought
back tears, and tried to maintain a seductive leer. This wasn't her kneeling
naked over Neil French; it was someone else. Neil relaxed back on his pillow.
"I like them a little wetter, though. Let's see if you can't make yourself a
little more ready."
Grasping his meaning, Stacy moved her hands back to her crotch area and
began to play with herself. Closing her eyes, she was almost able to imagine
that she was back in her own room, and none of this was happening. She moaned
involuntarily, as Neil began to play with her breasts, kneading them roughly.
Her fingers were doing their work, though, and her crotch was soon damp with
desire.
Finally, Neil had seen enough. Pushing her hands away, he positioned his
cock directly underneath her pussy and looked up at her expectantly. Stacy
leaned forward on her hands, so that her breasts hung directly downwards, and
slowly slid Neil's cock into her now-wet pussy. It went in easily, despite that
fact that she was very tight. Eventually, his cock was entirely swallowed as
she knelt on top of him.
"Get moving," he ordered her hoarsely.
Completely defeated, Stacy began to move up and down, riding his cock in
and out of her pussy. Despite herself, she began to moan and pant with desire.
Neil leaned up and began to bite and lick her breasts as his hands played over
her straining thighs. Stacy gasped. It was painful, but after a while, the pain
seemed to meld into pleasure, and a warmth radiated out of her pussy to
envelope her entire body. The detached part of her mind wailed in horror as her
body abandoned itself entirely to the experience.
She was now making soft moaning sounds in time with her rhythmic
self-impalement on Neil's cock. Gradually, her moaning became louder and louder
as the pace increased and she approached climax. Neil, beneath her, began
moving his hips in time with her, all the while mauling and biting her small,
firm tits as they dangled invitingly in front of his face.
"Oh... oh... oh... oh..." Her moans got louder and louder until she was
almost screaming. Her eyes were screwed shut and her mouth hung open, slack
with lust. "Oh... oh... OH... OH... Ahhh..."
Finally, she came with a loud scream of pleasure, her body shaking and
trembling. That was all for Neil; he could hold back no longer. Just as her
orgasm ended, he thrust forward with his hips, and pulled her down, crushing
her mauled breasts against his sweaty chest and forcing his tongue into her
gasping mouth, his cock pumping sperm into her warm, damp pussy.
The two teenagers fell limp, their spent, sweaty bodies stuck together. A
few seconds later, Stacy roused herself with a groan and pushed herself off her
unwanted companion. His prick slid limply out of her pussy as she clambered off
the bed, leaving a thin trail of sperm along the inside of her thigh.
Stacy bit back a scream as she caught sight of herself in the bathroom
mirror. Her blonde hair was plastered back from her sweaty face, leaving fully
revealed her wide, frightened eyes and nostrils which flared as she gasped for
breath. Drool glistened on her cheeks and mouth where Neil had slobbered on her
when he came. Her sleek body was covered by a fine sheen of sweat and her tits
shone red and purple where Neil had mauled and bit them. Sperm trickled out of
her sopping cunt, joining the thin, white trail laid down on her leg by his
cock when she had pulled away.
A thin wail rose from her throat as she stared at her reflection. Both the
dizziness and the lust which had possessed her earlier had left as though burnt
away by the intensity of her orgasm, leaving her clear-headed and terrified.
How had she let this happen? Panting and choking, Stacy stumbled into the
bathroom, fell to her knees and threw up violently into the toilet. Her
retching was interrupted by the impact of clothing being thrown into the
bathroom and hitting her back.
It was Neil. "When you're done in there," he called out to her heaving
rear, "Get dressed and get out." He had pulled his trousers on and was leaving
the bedroom.
Stacy continued retching for a few moments before climbing to her feet.
Unsteadily, still coughing and gasping, she pulled her clothes on over her
sticky, abused body. Dressed, she left the bathroom to find Neil sitting on the
couch, smoking a cigarette. He ignored her for a moment and then looked up, as
if surprised that she were still there. "Well? I thought I told you to leave."
Stacy looked down. "T-the tape," she mumbled. "You said - you p-promised
to give it to me."
Grinning, Neil reached into a pocket and pulled out a cassette tape. "Fair
enough," he agreed, tossing it to her. She was unprepared, and it bounced off
her chest and slid under the bed. Neil laughed as she got down on her hands and
knees to retrieve it.
The tape securely in her possession, Stacy stood up and moved towards the
door, her only thought to get out of there as soon as possible.
"Haven't you forgotten something?"
She turned to face him. "What?" The anger was back now, making it easier
to deal with his leering face.
"To say thank you," Neil told her.
"Fuck you," she muttered and stormed out of the room. Behind her, Neil
laughed.
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