Chapter 9
The boys wasted no time at all. Jerri may have thought that she would be able to get her way with more than a dozen drunk and sexually aroused high school boys, but she was sadly mistaken. They were going to get their way with her. They did not even have time to consider her intentions in arriving at the party with a camera and a personal vendetta. They thought she was there to join in the fun. They might have been a little surprised that such a seemingly straight laced girl as Jerri Hall would be into group sex, but they really were too drunk to care.
They were also too drunk to fuck. They had fucked and eaten and nibbled and chewed Leslie and they were all fucked out and Leslie had the ideal solution.
They would tie down Jerri Hall to the pool table and she could eat her out.
They could put some mellow music on the stereo and they could all watch while she ate out Jerri Hall, her rival and some of the boys could take pictures. Unlike the boys, Leslie was not too drunk or too fucked out to consider the implications of Jerri's presence.
She knew exactly what Jerri was doing there, although she feigned ignorance. She pretended that she thought Jerri wanted just a little action. "Oh, Jerri, what a scrumptious idea! Pictures! Now we can have the whole thing on film and when the boys need inspiration tomorrow at half time, why, they can just get out the polaroids of the pre game party and check out the pictures."
Leslie handled the situation very well. She pretended she was delighted. And the boys were only too happy to do whatever she said. She had won their hearts and whatever they had of minds.
That is to say, she had won their cocks, the only organs that really mattered when speaking in reference to the Lockwood High varsity football team. "Let's just tie her down," Leslie directed.
The boys dutifully followed her instructions. They lashed Jerri Hall to the pool table. They stretched her out like Christ on the cross and bound her ankles and her wrists to the legs of the pool table.
Anse located some hay baling twine and the stripped her and lay her down on the pool table. She wore Leslie's black lace bra and panties. That was Leslie's touch. She wanted so to humiliate Jerri that she might never try anything like this ever again. She thought it was a very good idea to dress her up in her black lace bra and panties. They dressed her in Leslie's underwear and stretched her out on the pool table. Her long body stretched from one end of the table to the other and they spread her legs and her arms and bound them to the four legs of the pool table. The yellow baling twine went around the milky flesh of her wrists and ankles and them around and around the big, straight, thick wooden legs of the pool table.
She was bound, very securely and she wore nothing at all except for Leslie's black lace bra and panties. The bra was far too large for Jerri and her breasts only barely fit into the huge cups. Her little breasts were firm and they swept up towards her chin. Her nipples were round and small and the points were very hard. The points on her nipples were like pencil erasers. They were erect and pink and big and rubbery. All the boys could see her nipples inside the cups of Leslie's very over sized black lace bra. The panties fit Jerri a little better. They clung around her waist just above her hips. Her pubic hair was shrouded in the panties, except where the heart shaped hole exposed the essentials. Her lips and her bushy pubic hair protruded through the heart shaped hole of her rival's black lace panties. Jerri's body was long and lean and it stretched all the way from one end of the pool table to the other. Her hands were pointed straight out to the sides and bound to the table legs and her legs were spread in a V and bound by the ankles to the legs of the pool table. Her breasts were small and firm with rubbery, pointed nipples. Her full, luxurious brown hair hung down the back of the table and almost swept the floor. Her legs were spread wide and her lips protruded, big and spongy, through the heart shaped hole of the black lace panties which Leslie had insisted she don.
She was spread wide open and vulnerable and thin and long and lean and tight. She was tight. Her hips were slim and her cunt had never been violated even though she no longer had her hymen. The boys stood in a circle around their chaste prey and held their cocks.
One of the boys snapped pictures with Jerri's poloroid camera. Leslie climbed up onto the pool table. She was naked and excited and filled with a vengeful lust. She drooled. Droplets of her saliva dripped down in streams onto Jerri's body. She was hot and lustful and filled with animosity. Her cunt quivered with excitement. She crawled up the table to Jerri's breasts. She dipped her hands up under Jerri's small, firm breasts and she squeezed them. She lay her palms flat against the undersides of Jerri's breasts and she kneaded Jerri's breasts. She squeezed them hard and left long red finger marks over the bottoms of Jerri's breasts.
She pulled at the bra and loosened it and she pushed her head down to Jerri's nipples and ate them. She clamped her incisors over Jerri's pencil eraser nipples and worked her jaws open and shut to nibble up and down Jerri's nipples.
She bit hard and she nibbled fast and she pinched Jerri's breasts.
Her legs were spread over Jerri's stomach and she dripped her juices down into her rival's belly button.
The boy with Jerri's camera snapped pictures and moaned.
Another boy put The Doors on the stereo.
"Alright," one of the boys said. " 'L.A. Woman.' " The boys stood around the pool table and held their cocks and played with their balls and they worked their stray fingers up their quivering assholes.
They applauded and chanted and stroked themselves, rhythmically and they drank beer and cheered on Leslie. "Eat her, baby," one of the boys said. "Lick that bitch," another called out. They were purple with excitement and ecstasy. Leslie abandoned Jerri's breasts and slid on her knees to Jerri's cunt. Jerri's lips were big and white and her pubic hair was almost black. In spite of herself, her lips had begun to drip with hot juices. She was tight, but she was ready.
Leslie licked her lips through the opening in the panties. She lay her tongue down over Jerri's virgin cunt and she lapped at Jerri's lips until they were moist with her saliva and with Jerri's juices. Leslie parted the lips of Jerri's cunt and licked along the edges of the parted lips. The white, swollen lips flapped back against the sheer, black material of the panties and the boys watched and they groaned. "Oh, baby," one of them yelled. "That's a little Lesbian sucker," another of them said.
The boys were very, very excited. They liked to watch the two girls get it on. Leslie's tits were so big and bouncy and she was so willing.
Jerri was just the opposite. They were opposites and they were doing it there on the table for the benefit of the Lockwood High football team. And the team loved it.
"Oh, yes," a boy moaned.
The boy with the poloroid snapped away as fast as he could.
Lesbian scenes were the fantasies of all the players on the team and none of them had ever before witnessed one.
Lesbian scenes and taking virgin ass. They were the fantasies of every boy in the room. And now they watched, hot and excited and completely dumbfounded, as the two girls worked out both fantasies at once. Everyone knew Jerri Hall was a virgin. And now she was losing her chastity to the new chick with the big tits who could blow for all her life. They were terribly, terribly excited. Just the contrasts between the two girls turned them on enormously. Jerri was so long and so thin and so hard and kind of bitchy. Her skin was very white and her face was narrow. Her cheekbones were high and her mouth was thin and taut. Her cunt was neat and clipped and her stomach was flat and her hips were thin. Leslie was the opposite in every way. Her tits were so big and so bouncy and they looked full of milk. Her nipples were big and flat and soft. She was supple and she was rich in flesh and love handles. Her face was round and her mouth was full with big, pouting lips. Her cunt was completely overrun with bushy hair and her lips were very, very thick and her body was kind of brown, swarthy and earthy. She would go down for anyone on command and she was loose and free and very, very good. They watched Leslie pushed her big, juicy tongue all the way up Jerri's cunt. She slurped and lapped at Jerri's cunt and the boy with the poloroid snapped picture after picture and stroked himself and moaned.
The boys shoved the fingers of their free hands up their own assholes and they moaned and sighed and watched Leslie suck and nibble and eat Jerri Hall. The boys who stood at Jerri's feet could look straight up Leslie's ass and they stared at her cunt.
Her cunt was high in the air and it pointed at them. The lips of her cunt were very swollen and dripping with juice and the boys stood behind her and pumped on their big dicks and watched. Anse stepped up behind Leslie and he put the palm of his hand up against her cunt. He flattened out his palm and lay it down very gently against Leslie's exposed cunt. Leslie groaned and plunged her tongue more deeply into Jerri's cunt.
Anse spread his fingers wide and scrunched them up together, gathering Leslie's lips in his hand and squeezing the think, swollen flaps. Leslie pushed her cunt high up into the air and groaned and she slid her tongue all the way to the outer wall of Jerri's tight cunt.
Jerri was very tight and Leslie had to work at her hard and long to get her loose. She ran her tongue over and over Jerri's lips and she nibbled Jerri's clit and she slid her tongue up her a little at a time, until she had reached almost to the limits of Jerri's cunt.
Anse squeezed the lips of Leslie's cunt and Leslie lurched forward. It was the impetus she needed to work her tongue all the way up inside Jerri's hot, tight cunt. Leslie reached her hands up and grabbed Jerri's tits. She squeezed Jerri's tits and she ate Jerri hard and long.
Anse squeezed together Leslie's lips and then he pulled them wide apart. "Get me a beer, somebody," he shouted. One of the boys handed him a beer and he poured some of the liquid into Leslie's cunt and then he put his mouth over her lips and let the beer run into his mouth. The boys stood behind him and they cheered and whistled. "Oughtta put this in a Miller commercial," one of them laughed. "Chug it, Anse, chug it," another shouted. They took up the call. "Chug it, chug it, chug it, chug it," they chanted, in unison. Anse licked her cunt. He licked her big, fleshy lips and sucked on her hair. He licked her smaller, tighter lips and sucked on her slit. Her ran his tongue all over the contours of her fleshy, red twat.
Anse poured the rest of the bottle of beer into her cunt. The beer went inside her and it spilled out of her and he put his open mouth under her and caught the rich, foamy liquid as it spilled out of her. The liquid was cold inside Leslie and she screamed. "Oh!" she screamed. Her ass popped straight up in the air. She squeezed very hard on Jerri's breasts and she moaned and yelled. It was like getting an enema up her cunt. She had never gotten an enema, but she supposed that this is what it must be like.
Her hips bobbed up and down and swayed back and forth and she yelled and screamed and hollered and it felt very cold and very exciting and very, very good.
Anse could taste her and the beer and he thought it was the best thing he had ever tasted. He slid his tongue far up inside her and licked her dry, covering every inch of her cunt and sopping up every drop of liquid.
He licked her out as you might lick an empty honey jar-carefully and thoroughly, with a determination to get to the tasty morsels which lay just beyond your reach at the bottom of the jar. He licked his honey jar. He slid his tongue way up inside her and licked her hard and long and good and she hollered and screamed and her hips gyrated and she shoved her tongue very, very far up into Jerri Hall and the boys clapped and shouted and chanted and yelled and they held their dicks and they downed beer after beer and Jim Morrison sang on the stereo, "Mr. Mojo Risin'. Mr. Mojo Risin'," and the boys chanted "Chug it chug it chug it chug it chug it," over and over and over again and Leslie dug very deep into Jerri with her tongue and her screams were muffled and the boys all reached that point just before orgasm and Jerri's hips tipped up and bobbed, in spite of herself and Anse's big cock shot hot semen all over the floor, hitting some of the boys right in the face and just as Jim Morrison let loose his scream at the climax of "L. A. Woman," and just as they boys ejaculated all together and just as Leslie shot deep, hot juices down into Anse's mouth and just as the tears of humiliation streamed down out of Jerri's face, Amos brandished his shotgun aloft and bellowed, "If any one of you pigfuckers, savin' the poor girl bound to the table, takes a step in any direction, I will blow you all and your peckers and your cunt, Leslie, from here to southern California." And Jim Morrison screamed, "Whhhooooooo! Yeah! Ow!"
The only noise in the room was the sound of seminal discharges, as the boys shot their stuff all over each other, all over Leslie, all over Jerri, all over Anse, all over the phonograph and all over the floor. "Line fucking up against that wall," Amos commanded. The boys went over to the wall. "You too, cunt," he said to Leslie. Leslie did not know what to say. She had no idea how to respond. "You heard me." She went over to the wall and stood in line with the rest of the boys. "Anybody moves, they find themselves blown to little bits," Amos said. He went over to the pool table and untied the girl. Her face was red and swollen with tears. He untied her wrists and her ankles and he helped her up over the table. She said not a word.
"There, now, missy," he said. "There now." He supported her very carefully and helped her locate her clothes and he helped her into her pants and her shirts and her shoes.
"There, now," he said. Jerri walked around the room in a daze. She cried and rubbed herself. Her eyes were red and she trembled. "Go on downstairs, now and wait for me," Amos said.
Jerri hobbled down the spiral staircase and sat at the bottom. She put her head in her hands and she cried. "You just wait for me, now," he said, "and I'll take you right on home." Leslie and her friends lined up against a wall of the loft, with their asses to Amos. "What the fuck is going on, here?" Amos demanded. "Be cool, buddy," Anse slurred. "I'm nobody's fucking buddy, not in this room, let me tell you that." Amos stood behind the naked, white asses. "You gonna play around with sluts, you ought to leave the nice girls alone," he said. "That poor girl down there looks terrified. I don't expect she came here for that kind of treatment. Don't know why she would come here, tell you the truth, but certainly not to receive that kind of treatment. I'll take her home and get her story and you boys can expect to be prosecuted to the full extent of the law."
He looked up and down the rows of bare, white asses, until he identified Leslie's.
"As for you, Leslie Bodant, if this is your idea of worshipping God, well, then, you are a very Satanic girl, indeed."
"Hey, Leslie, you know this guy?" Anse said. "I, um, uh," Leslie muttered. "She knows me, alright," Anse said. "In the biblical sense, she knows me, I am ashamed to say. But then, we was intimate in the days before she was accustomed to abusing harmless girls for the pleasure of a lot of dirty young boys."
"Leslie, is that true? Were you fucking this guy?" Anse's face was red. He did not mind the possibility that Leslie had had lots of men before she had him. But he was not pleased to imagine that she was balling a fucking native New Haanan. He knew just by looking at the dude with the shotgun that he was a native New Haanan.
"Tell him the truth," Amos said. He stood behind Leslie and inserted the end of the barrel of his shotgun up her cunt.
"Tell him the truth, or you ain't gonna have much left to share with anyone." Leslie felt the cold steel up inside her. It wasn't a bad feeling, but she certainly did not want to get her cunt blown to bits. And she knew Amos would pull the trigger if she refused to cooperate with him.
"It's true," she blurted. "We were-"
"Lovers," Amos finished the sentence for her. "For quite a few years."
"Oh, God," Anse said. "You mean, you fucked with a New Haanan dude before you balled me?" Anse felt the cold tip of the shotgun up his ass. "Uh," he said.
"What you going to say about me, boy?" Amos said. Anse shivered. He was not at all certain that Amos would not pull the trigger. "I, uh, I uh," Anse stuttered. "Anse," Leslie shouted. "Just apologize. Just tell him you're sorry." Tears streamed down Anse's face. "I'm sorry, pal," he said. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"No pal of yours," Amos said. He looked at the rows of naked asses. "No," he said, "I am not going to waste my bullets on the like of you scum. But I am going to take down each and every one of your names and call into the police tonight." The boys were drunk, but they were sobering very quickly. "And I'll take that camera." he said to the boy who held Jerri's polaroid. "As rather convenient evidence." He took the camera from the boy. He walked up and down the line and he made the boys give him their names and their addresses and phone numbers. Tears streamed down the boys' eyes. They got on their knees and they begged him not to tell anyone. "Man, you can have my car," Mark Smigelsky said. "Here, take my keys. Just don't tell." He got down on his knees and cried. His face was puffy and red and his lips quivered. It was a pitiful, disgusting sight. The boys groveled and begged and cried. Even Leslie did not cry. She stood at the end of the row of boys and she watched. She wondered whether or not she had made the right choice in throwing Amos over for Anse.
Amos had changed. He was mature. His face cleared up and he was even good looking. Average good looking, but good looking, nonetheless. She thought about his cock. It really was no smaller than Anse's, now that she thought about it. She looked over at Anse. He was on his knees and he cried and begged for mercy. She looked back at Amos. He was tall and strong and he held the gun. He was in control. Actually, Leslie thought, Amos's cock really was a bit bigger than Anse's. What made Anse seem so hung was the Trans Am and the fifty yard passes and the unlimited allowance. Now that she saw him groveling on the floor, he did not seem quite so hung.
"Amos," she said.
Amos had worked his way down the line of boys. He had their names and their addresses and phone numbers. They had been too frightened to lie. "Amos," Leslie said. "I'll blow you now, we can forget about the whole thing, huh?" She walked up to him and tried to unbutton the crotch of his overalls. "Get away from me, filth," Amos said. He looked right through her. "You are not fit to associate with man, nor beast, I see that now," he said. "Love is more than just a quick fuck and Leslie, let's face it, that's all you ever were. And that's all you'll ever be." He put the list of names and addresses in his pocket and strode off down the stairs.