Chapter 6
The girls waited around the dormitory all day Saturday getting their clothes ready, washing their hair and anxiously discussing their plans for that night.
"Meet me by the back stairs about ten minutes after lights out. Miss Swanson is on duty tonight and I know she has a date with one of the professors so she'll be in the front parlor and won t hear us."
"Won't that door be locked?" Jenny asked nervously.
"No, that's the one the night watchman comes in, so it's left open for an hour or so after curfew. Don't worry, we wont get caught. The boys will meet us in back of the hockey field so we won't have to walk too far."
"Okay," she agreed, "I just hope it goes off all right."
The hours seemed to drag by that afternoon as they waited impatiently for 10 o'clock, but finally the bell for lights out rang. Jenny had dressed carefully, making sure that all her physical assets were clearly visible, added a bit more make-up than she ordinarily wore, sprayed herself with some cologne and waited for ten minutes before carefully opening her door and checking the hallway. She heard Sharon's door close and her footsteps on the back stairs and hoped that she would be quieter. Carrying her shoes in her hand, she moved quickly down the corridor and down the stairs where Sharon met her at the door.
"Ssshhhh," she motioned with her finger. "We've got to move quickly, before the watchman comes to check on his rounds."
She opened the door and the two girls slipped out into the cool night air. Jenny's heart was beating from nervousness and the excitement of their daring adventure.
"I feel all queasy inside," she whispered. "I hope I get over it soon or I think my heart will come right through my chest!"
"Well he clear of the dormitory in a minute," Sharon answered, "and then we're home free. I can see the car up the block, the boys are already there."
In a few minutes the girls were a few feet from the car and Pete jumped out and said, "Well, here come the truants."
"Quiet," Sharon chided. "Do you want to tell the whole world about it?"
"What's wrong with that," he said, his voice still loud and he was slurring his words.
"You're drunk," Sharon said, giggling. "What time did you all start? Couldn't you wait for us?"
"Just wanted to be ready for you, sweetheart," he said, pinching her on the buttocks and throwing the keys to another boy, "Here you drive, I want the back seat."
He opened the door and pushed Sharon into the back seat as the other boy got out and moved in front.
There were four boys in the car and Sharon sat down between Pete and one other boy in the back seat.
Finally Sharon said, "Boys, this is Jenny . . . Jennifer Rhodes. Jenny, this is Pete, Sam, Bob and Roger."
The boy who was going to drive the car helped her in the front seat so that she was sitting between Bob and Roger, Sharon between Pete and Sam.
"So you're the Rhodes girl, Carter Rhodes' daughter," Bob said, patting her on the knee. "What ever possessed you to go slumming with us tonight?"
Jenny didn't know what to say, she didn't think that it would make any difference whose daughter she was as long as she was with Sharon.
"Cut it out," Sharon told them, "what difference does it make."
"I've never known a celebrity before," Roger said drunkenly, eyeing the neckline of her sweater, "especially one so well put together."
Jenny could feel the heat rising to her face and she knew that she was blushing from nervousness and embarrassment, and she tried to pull her trench coat tighter around her.
"Don't be shy," Bob continued, "I thought you celebrities were used to the limelight. Don't let us worry you, we're only peons." There was an evil glint in his eye and she knew that it would not be easy to be accepted by these boys. She looked over at Roger for some help, but he just sat there staring at her, mentally undressing her with his eyes.
Roger was the biggest one of the group and she thought that if he accepted her, the others would have to follow suit.
"So you're the Roger Barton I've read so much about in the papers," she said, trying to sound friendly. "Looks like you're quite a football hero this year. I think that's wonderful." She hoped that her voice sounded sincere and that he wouldn't think she was just trying to humor him.
"Yeah," he answered. "I play some. Rough game, gotta be tough."
"I think the little lady has eyes for you, Rog," Bob said, moving his hand further up on her knee. "But we can't be selfish now, can we?"
They both laughed and grinned down at her, their expressions revealing their obvious approval of her outfit and voluptuous figure.
"You've got a great little body, kid," Bob said. "Wonder if all celebrities' daughters have tits as big as yours?"
"Just think, Bob," Roger interjected, "we're out with a society bigwig tonight, but I bet she's no different when the lights are out and she's turned upside down."
Jenny just sat there afraid to move or to speak, there was nothing she could say and she wondered why Sharon hadn't come to her defense again. She started to turn around to say something to her, but Roger put his arm out and stopped her.
"Don't get nosy, babe," he said, "there's plenty of time for that, you'll see." He let his arm drape lazily and heavily around her shoulder, his fingertips just touching the cleavage between her soft, round orbs, and he tickled them slightly. She shivered and tried to squirm in her seat, but both boys just laughed loudly, the smell of alcohol filling the whole car from their breath. Bob's hand tightened on her knee and thigh and Roger was easing his fingers under the soft, warm wool of her sweater, massaging the full, smooth curve of her breast.
"Do I feel any different than the other girls, being a celebrity and all," she asked, trying to joke with them.
"Baby, do you!" Roger said, his fingers tightening around the soft, bulging mound of her breast. "Not every girl is built like this, believe me!"
She took a deep breath, expanding, her chest outward as though she were encouraging his advances, and she heard him draw a sharp breath.
"Soft skin," Bob said, almost impersonally, looking at Roger. "Are you like that all over, honey?" he continued, leering down at Jenny.
"You never can tell, can you?" she answered, her voice high-pitched and nervous.
"Well, even famous people must have a little life in them," Roger answered, "maybe they don't just stand there and look good, right baby."
She looked directly into his red, half-closed eyes and said with a forced bravado, "You'll find out!"
She knew that she was being forward, but this seemed to be the way they wanted it. Maybe if she went along with their kidding they would finally give up and accept her. Pete had said that they had wanted to take her out, and she was sure that it wasn't just to taunt her, their hands were entirely too friendly to leave any doubt in her mind as to what they wanted.
She wished that they weren't so drunk and maybe then she could have talked to them more seriously, but it was too late to think about that now. She knew that they weren't really listening to anything she had to say, they were too occupied feeling every inch of her skin they could get their hands on while they were driving.
Neither one of them said a word for several minutes and she could hear heavy breathing and little gasps coming from the back seat. She wanted to turn around, but Roger's hand held her too tightly to let her move even an inch!
She glanced up in the rear view mirror and looked into the back seat. Sharon was slouched down in the seat between Pete and Sam and they both had their hands underneath her skirt. She could see their fingers moving furiously at the vee of her loins and she wondered why Pete didn't object to sharing his girl. Sharon's eyes were closed and her mouth was open slightly, her tongue ran over her Lips, moistening them between her gasps and moans. She seemed to be in ecstasy, not at all bothered by the fact that it was two instead of one that was fondling her. She had never thought of this possibility, except when she had looked at the dirty pictures and she couldn't take her eyes away from the lewd sight in the mirror.
Pete leaned over and undid the buttons on her sweater, revealing the full, soft rise of her breasts above her brassiere and he leaned over and pressed his mouth to the supple flesh. His hands ran over the velvet smoothness of her skin, inching his fingers slowly beneath the silk lace of the brassiere cup, pushing and prodding until he reached the small, pinkish, sensitive nipple.
"Oooohhhhh," Sharon groaned, as his fingers pinched and rubbed the spongy protrusion until it was hardened, standing out proudly. He tugged at the cup of her brassiere and pulled below one of her young, large, resilient breasts, so that it pushed it up even further. He played with it gingerly, teasing her, hurting her, until she was squirming her buttocks down vigorously in her seat.
He leered down at her, staring at the tiny, budlike tips of her breasts that were now fully erect and swollen.
"You're so good, baby," Pete groaned, looking as though he were about to devour her completely. "You feel soooo good."
Jenny knew that the two boys in the front seat could hear what was going on, but they pretended as though they heard nothing; however, every few minutes they glanced over at her, watching her reactions to what she was seeing, and they laughed quietly.
She could feel her muscles tensing as she watched the two boys work Sharon over, their faces showing lust and deprivation, eager to tantalize and humiliate her in every way they could. She couldn't believe that Sharon was actually letting them do these things to her with other people in the car, but she didn't even seem to notice.
Sam now had his hand firmly planted on her pubic mound, for she could see the outline of his fingers as they ran up and down over the slight bulge of her crotch. Sharon was bucking her hips slightly each time Pete tweaked at her breast or nibbled on the nape of her neck and finally Sam turned his body sideways so that he could reach behind her with one hand the next time she raised her hips.
His eyes gleamed, inflamed with desire, as his quivering hands moved up the sides of her trembling thighs. He moaned weakly and pulled her closer towards him.
"Easy," Pete said. "Let me have some room too."
The three of them seemed to be so wrapped up in the heat of their passion, that they were no longer trying to keep their voices down. Sharon wiggled sensuously, giving Sam the opportunity to hook his fingers inside the tight elastic band of her panties and feel the soft, dark down of her pubis. He worked his fingers further inside with a slow, methodical certainty and began to peel the sheer covering down around her thighs and knees.
"Mmmmmmmm," she groaned, and lifted her body upward in order to facilitate their removal.
Jenny watched fascinated while she saw the thin, silk panties stop just below her knees, and Sam's hand push slowly upward on the inside of her smooth, firm thighs until he could feel the sensitive Bps of her vagina. Her skirt had slipped up to her buttocks and her knees fell apart as far as was possible with the panties around them, but Jenny could see that Sam had free access to the soft hair-covered place between her spread legs.
Pete's hands were busy trying to reach in back of her and unhook her brassiere without removing her sweater completely. She leaned forward slightly as his hands slid behind her back and unfastened the hooks. Her ripe, full, soft breasts fell free, bouncing pertly. The three of them were breathing heavily, gasping and groaning as they ravished her sensuous, young body. She could see the thin red mark where her brassiere straps had been when Pete pulled it free from her body. He buried his head between her breasts, kissing first one then the other, concentrating on the nipples which stood erect and proud from their sudden exposure to the chill night air.
Sam was now almost facing Pete as he turned his body and slid down on the seat, trying to move his knees down onto the floorboard of the car. His fingers had not stopped their insistent manipulation of her vaginal lips and Jenny could see him slip one long, thick finger deep into the well of her passage.
"Ooooooooh," Sharon gasped, "easy ... easy."
"God, she's a hot little bitch," Sam murmured, lowering himself far enough down so that his face was pressing into the soft, white flesh of her thighs. Her hands were stretched out on either side of her up on the back of the seat, so that she would not hinder any advance they would want to make. Pete was sucking noisily on her breasts, squeezing them with his hands like they were putty, coming up for breath every few minutes. Pete was nibbling and biting harshly at the skin on her thighs as he drove his finger in and out of her vaginal passage. She was moaning uncontrollably, loudly, and Jenny began to feel embarrassed for her, yet couldn't take her eyes off the lust-inciting spectacle. Sharon sounded so lost, so completely abandoned, so helpless and she wondered if they were hurting her.
She glanced over at Roger who was now staring at her with an animal lust in his eyes, and she squirmed in her seat. His hand closed tightly around the fullness of her large, cushiony breast and squeezed it fiercely until she wanted to jump, but Bob's hand was digging into her thigh and held her still.
"Don't know if I can take much more of this," Roger mumbled, his words heated with passion. "Why don't you guys wait until we get to the party?" he called to the back seat.
A soft, almost indistinct "Shut up" was his only answer.
Jenny wasn't sure that she would be able to cope with this situation, but Sharon seemed to be going along with it . . . and enjoying it, so she just sat still and Roger's and Bob's hands were becoming more and more insistent as they too listened to what was going on behind them, and she could feel a tightening in her stomach and loins as they massaged and gripped at her smooth, milky flesh.
She could hear the harsh metallic sound of a zipper being opened in haste behind her and she looked into the mirror again. Sam was almost on his knees, and his tongue was licking and darting up Sharon's thighs in a snake-like fashion, moving slowly and steadily toward the vulnerable, open slit between her thighs. He reached down between his legs and brought out his stiff, thick penis so that it was jerking against her calf, rubbing his body in as close to her as was possible in the confined quarters. Jenny could barely see the head of his shaft as he raised his body and closed his mouth fully over her pubic mound and twisted his head back and forth wildly between her legs.
"Ooooohhhhhh, aaahhhhhhhhhh," she groaned. "Oooh God!"
She looked as though she were about to go out of her mind and Jenny knew that Sam probably had found the tiny bud of her clitoris and was sucking on it, flicking it up and down until it stood erect. His own hips were rocking up against the seat of the car, crushing his huge prick into the upholstery hoping for relief.
"I want to fuck you," she heard him groan. "I can't wait!"
For the first time, Pete looked over at Sam and smacked the back of his head, driving him even further into Sharon's loins. "Cool off, God damn it," he growled. "She's my girl, so I get first crack. You'll just have to wait til later."
"OH GOD," he groaned, taking his mouth away from her cunt for a moment and grabbing his hardened tool in his hands. "I'm going out of my mind!"
Pete shoved Sam back against the front seat and pulled at his shoulder. "Get up, we're almost there. You want to walk in with your cock hanging out?"
Reluctantly Sam eased himself back onto the seat, but did not close his fly. Sharon reached down from behind him and pressed her fingers harshly around his throbbing manhood, holding it still, squeezing it unmercifully.
"Oooooowwww," he gasped in pain. "Take it easy, it's the only one I've got."
Sharon was squirming back and forth on the seat, trying to get rid of the itchy, burning sensation Sam had caused between her legs, but Pete's head was planted firmly on her breasts and he let one hand slide stealthily down over her flat stomach and inch between her legs.
"God, you're hot," he whispered against her body. "You're going to love it tonight!"
"Pete . .. please," she groaned, her eyes opening slightly and imploring him to do something to satisfy her, but he just laughed.
"I knew I'd have you begging for it," he said. "And you're gonna beg for more and more before I get through with you tonight."
Sharon didn't answer him, but tried to straighten herself up and regain her composure.
"We're almost there," Bob called out. "Pull yourselves together, you horny bastards!"
Jenny tugged at the hem of her skirt, trying to pull it down to her knees, but it was just too short and tight.
"You look just fine, baby," Roger said, his voice thick and slurred. "It's your friend that has to get dressed. Christ, she may as well come out in a bathrobe!"
The fellows all laughed wickedly and Sharon was doing her best to fasten her brassiere, pull her panties back over her knees and straighten out her skirt and sweater.
"Here, give those to me. You won't need "them anyway," Pete said, tugging at her thin, sheer panties and pulling them away from her ankles.
"B-b-but," Sharon stammered.
"No buts, baby," he chuckled. "They're mine now! They'll make a nice little souvenir to hang on the wall."
Jenny looked out the car window, but there were no street lights and no houses.
"Where are we," she asked nervously. "I don't know this part of town."
"We're out in the country, about ten miles from your school," Bob said. "A friend of ours lives out here. He's the one who's having the party."
"What difference does it make where we are anyway," Sharon said lightly, then continued, "you guys have any more of that stuff you've been drinking. I'd like a little blast before I go in."
"Sure, baby," Pete said, handing her a small leather flask.
She took a long gulp and made a face. "What the hell is this stuff?" she asked choking.
"Grain alcohol mixed with a little grapefruit juice. Does the trick, doesn't it?"
"If it doesn't poison you first," she said. "Here Jen, have some, it'll relax you."
Jenny took the flask from Sharon's hand and put the bottle to her mouth, tilting her head back slightly. The awful concoction burned her lips and she put it down before she even took one swallow.
"No, that's not the way, you're not sipping tea with your daddy now, remember," Roger said roughly and put the flask back up to her mouth and forced her head back against the top of the seat. Her lips were forced open from the pressure of the bottle in his hand and she swallowed some of the liquid just to keep from choking. It burned her throat and she wanted to cough, but Roger did not take the bottle away. "Just one more big one and that should loosen up our little Miss Prissy," he said, tilting the flask again and shooting more of the alcohol down her throat.
Bob pulled the car into a long driveway lined with trees and she could see a large cabin in front of her about fifty yards up the drive. She wiped her mouth with her hand, trying to get rid of the strong taste of the drink, and sputtered, "That tastes worse than anything I could have imagined!"
"Just wait a few minutes, baby," Roger laughed. "You'll feel so warm and good inside that you will forget about how awful it tasted!"
"I doubt it," she said, trying to smile, but the bitter taste in her mouth made her grimace instead.
"You guys all set back there?" Bob asked as he parked the car in front of the cabin. "All set and ready for some action," they both answered, opening the door and pulling Sharon out.
There were a few cars parked in the driveway and Jenny wondered how many people would be at this party. Surprisingly, her legs felt weak and she almost fell as she swung her knees over the side of the seat and put them down on the hard gravel. Her head was spinning somewhat from the liquor, but she felt better when she had walked a few steps and let the night air cool her face.
"You'll be okay," Bob said, grabbing her arm to steady her. "You can sit down ... or lie down ... when we get inside."
"I-I-I feel all right," she lied, wondering whether or not she was going to be sick.
"Doesn't look like anybody's home," she said. "I don't see any lights."
"Old George keeps the place nice and cozy, doesn't believe in running up a huge electric bill, so he uses oil lamps and candles. You'll love it, it's a gas!"
Jenny looked over at Sharon for reassurance, but Sharon just shrugged her shoulders and said, "Well, it's too late now, anyway. Let's go, it should be interesting."
For the first time since she had left the dormitory she was really scared. She wasn't sure that she could handle the two boys who were walking on either side of her, holding onto her arms, or whether she could handle the whole situation. She wondered why she had ever let Sharon talk her into coming. She almost said that she'd wait in the car, but she could tell by the look of determination on Bob's and Roger's face that it would be futile.
A man about thirty or thirty-five greeted them at the door. He was dressed in a loose fitting kimono that was tied at the waist by a multicolored piece of string. He wore several sets of beads and chains around his neck and his hair was almost as long as Jenny's.
"Greetings, my fine young people," he said cheerily. "Welcome to my humble home. Sit down and make yourselves comfortable."
Roger introduced Jenny and Sharon to George and he looked at them approvingly.
"Very fine choice of women," he said grinning at them. "You two are the loveliest creatures I've seen in a long time."
"Thank you," Jenny mumbled and looked around the room for a place to sit.
The decor was varied and gaudy. Ropes and chains hung from the ceiling which were- attached to scant, wicker baskets which she assumed were supposed to be chairs. Pillows of every size and color were scattered everywhere on the floor and in the center of the room was a large, heavy oak table that sat so low to the ground you would almost have to lie down before you could use it for anything other than decoration. Incense candles were burning from numerous candle holders throughout the cabin and some weird, Indian music played softly from somewhere, but she wasn't quite sure where. George could see the disturbed look on her face and said, "There are .two other rooms in the back, but I'm afraid the furniture there is about the same as it is in this room. The only difference is that I sleep back there."
There were several other boys sitting in the room when they went in, but no other girls.
"Where's the rest of the party," Sharon asked nonchalantly.
"Are we the only girls," Jenny whispered to her.
"This is the party," George volunteered. "Introduce yourselves around and I'm sure you'll all have a grand time. Give me a minute and I'll get some stuff."
"What stuff," she asked Roger with a concerned tone to her voice. "What does he mean, and are we going to be the only girls?"
"Looks that way," he answered, "and the stuff he's going to get is marijuana. Ever tried it?"
Jenny shook her head and implored Sharon to do something with one long look, but Sharon pretended she didn't see her.
"I don't think I'd like it," she told Roger, "I've never had it before, but I understand that you can get sick the first time you try it and I feel sick all ready from the drink you gave me in the car.
"Take it easy," he said, "it's not going to hurt you. We all take it and George is nice enough to supply us with it, so relax and find out."
He pulled her down on one large cushion in the middle of the floor and put his arm over her shoulder. Bob sat down next to them, leaning against the table and putting his hand on her ankle. Sharon, Sam and Pete had collapsed in a far corner and were already teasing each other again.
"Here it is," George announced, coming out of the darkness from the other side of the room, and handed each group two or three of the cigarettes. "This is real good stuff," he guaranteed.
Roger took the cigarettes and placed two of them on the table, lighting one, inhaling deeply and passed it over to Bob.
"Watch how you do it," he told her. "You take the smoke deep into your lungs and hold it there for several minutes before you let it out."
She watched Bob take a big drag and suck the sickening, sweet smelling smoke back into his throat and hold his breath, then slowly let it out a little at a time.
"God, that's great pot," he said. "It won't take much of this to get things going."
He handed the cigarette to her and she held it between her fingers for just a moment.
"Go on . . . take a puff, it won't kill you. You'll feel great." Roger urged.
She looked over in the corner where Sharon was sitting and she could see her taking a drag on her cigarette, so she put the brown cigarette to her lips and inhaled deeply. She wanted to cough, but forced herself to let the smoke stay in her lungs for several seconds before blowing it out.
"Wow, it sure is strong," she sputtered, "but I don't feel anything yet."
"Just wait a few minutes and you'll feel something," they told her, and passed the joint around for a second turn. After she had taken two or three more drags from the cigarette she could feel her body becoming warm and tingling, her mind wasn't clouded like it got from liquor and she felt as though she could almost fly.
"I feel like I've got wings on my head," she said laughing, leaning closer to Roger and resting her head on his shoulder. "I've never felt like this in my life,, I feel so free, so, well groovy!"
"What'd I tell you baby," he said, gently massaging her breast with his hand.
She could hear giggles coming from all over the room and she wondered if Sharon felt as good as she did. She looked over to her corner again and could see through the dim candlelight that Sharon was stretched out on the floor, supported by two or three large pillows and her skirt was riding just above her hips. She could see the slight bulge of her flesh where her stockings and garter belt met, and the rise of her pubic mound since she no longer had her panties on. She looked as though she were just waiting for one of the boys to take her, but they were still smoking the last dregs of their cigarette. She moved her hips back and forth on. the pillows in an inviting, undulating gesture and raised her hands above her head and pulled her sweater away from her body. She watched while Sharon managed to wiggle out of her skirt and suddenly her own clothes felt too confining and she wished she had enough nerve to take them off.
Sharon lay there clad only in her stockings, garter belt and flimsy black brassiere. Her breasts were rising and falling with labored breathing and she ran her hands over the curve of her waist and down to her stockings. She raised her right knee in the air so that she could unfasten the garter and remove her stockings, but in doing so she gave Pete and Sam a full, luscious view of her entire sex. The boys put out what was left of the cigarette and watched as she went through her sensuous striptease, laughing and making nervous comments about her body and how eager she was.
"She's like a bitch in heat," Pete said, pulling the stocking from her right leg and helping her lift her left one. His hand was resting on the inside of her thigh and he began to tickle the fleshiness of her swollen vaginal lips with the tip of his finger before he pulled that stocking off too. She raised her hips and took off her garter belt so that she as completely naked and vulnerable from her brassiere down. In a few minutes she managed get rid of her last piece of clothing and she lay back on the pillows stark naked and open, like a sacrificial maiden waiting for the knife to slice into her warm, soft flesh.
Sharon looked beautiful, Jenny thought through the haze settling over her as she stared at her stretched out nakedly before the two boys. Pete began to run his fingers up and down her legs while Sam kneaded her helpless, soft, full breasts. She twisting and moaning beneath their caresses and she wished she could take her eyes away from the lustful scene, but she couldn't. Sharon's mouth was open in ecstatic rapture, her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back as she gasped and moaned. Pete stopped his caresses for a few minutes while he loosened the buckle of his pants and let them slip to the floor. She could see the hard bulge of his cock through his shorts, jerking against the confining material and moments later he stood over her completely nude, his huge maleness jerking up and down like a waving baton. She opened her eyes slowly, viewing the massiveness of his organ and tried to reach down and bring him closer to her. He hesitated for a while, letting her hand search for him, but stepping just beyond her reach. She couldn't get up because Sam had his mouth pressed to her breasts and was sucking noisily at the nipples.
"Oooooohhhh God," she groaned, hardly able to form the words.
Pete looked down at her and grinned, then knelt between her slightly spread thighs. His hands pressed down on the flesh of her stomach and his thumbs were buried in the soft, sparse hair of her young pubis, pulling gently at the fleshy, pink lips of her cunt, massaging them for a moment before pulling them apart and revealing the tiny, tight slit of her vagina. He rubbed his thumbs roughly over her aching orifice, concentrating on the erect bud of her clitoris which stood up with a throbbing hardness.
"Ooohhhhh yessss," she groaned, licking her lips and trying to catch her breath.
He moved his knees back further and lowered his head until it was inches away from her vaginal opening. His head bumped into Sam and he spat out, "Damn it all, get out of the way!"
Sam moved his head and ran his hands over her throat and face, rocking back on his knees. He quickly undid the fly of his trousers and released his thick, jerking prick into clear view. He let it bounce up and down over her face, tantalizing her, delighting in the fact that she was in such a state of physical need now that she would refuse nothing. Pete's head dropped to cover her writhing mound with his mouth, his tongue flicking at the hardened nub of her clitoris, making her body jerk with each lewd, wet contact. She closed her thighs around his head in an effort to keep him there, and her hips began to rotate in response to his slavering tongue.
Sam's fingers were now prying between her teeth, forcing her mouth open wide as he lowered his hips until his hard, thick staff lay against her cheek, the pulsing, purplish head of his prick at the corner of her mouth.
"Suck it, baby," he said, leering down at her. "Suck it good!" And he inched his long phallus in between her teeth and deep into her throat Jenny watched fascinated as Sharon's mouth ovaled and closed around his rigid, long rod and sucked it slavishly between her lips. Animal mewling sounds were coming from her threat and she writhed in complete abandonment.
The pot had made her vision a little blurred and it appeared as though they were three statues suddenly come to life, it was so beautiful. She closed her eyes, but their images remained on her retina and in spite of her initial fear of what they were going to do to her she too began to rock against Roger in the same rhythm that Sharon was against Pete and Sam. Roger moved in back of her and she could feel the heat of his body as it pressed up against her back. His arms wrapped firmly around her waist and his hands cupped each breast and began working them back and forth in a circular motion, rubbing the tender nipples until they hardened. She could feel herself returning his caress and she pushed her body back against his, and she could feel the hardness of his cock through his pants and the thickness of her skirt.
Her skirt had ridden up over her thighs and she could feel his growing hardness prodding at the base of her spine, sending chills and waves of pleasure and passion through her body. Bob was tracing a ticklish line up her ankles and thighs, fumbling for the release of her garters and eased her stockings away from her body. She completely relaxed against Roger while Bob proceeded to slip her sheer, pink bikini panties down over her full, rounded hips and down her legs along with her garter belt. She closed her eyes and pretended that it was a dream. She had never felt so completely loose, so free, so uninhibited in her life and she didn't care what happened. Roger had worked his hands beneath her sweater and pulled it gently over her head, then unfastened the constricting brassiere and pulled it from her shoulders. His hands cupped the firm resilient flesh of her full, soft breasts, catching the nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pinching them into stiffness, bringing a gasp of mixed pain and pleasure from her lips.
Bob's lips began crawling lasciviously up her body, working closer and closer to the aching, vulnerable spot between her own legs. She let her legs fall loosely apart, and she could feel him push them wide and up until they hung limply over his forearms and shoulders.
"Keep her busy while I strip," Roger told him, releasing his grip on her breasts and quickly standing up to get out of his clothes. Bob didn't answer, but continued his feverish mouthing of her soft, inner thighs, his tongue flicking every now and then at some particularly sensitive spot on her body.
"Oooooohhhhh," she groaned, moving her hips up and down, begging for his attention.
She tried to squirm away from the teasing torture, but his hands were holding her legs firmly apart while he took his time in answering her helpless pleas.
"Yes . . . yes . . she murmured. "Please . . . please." Her whole body was on fire with a desperate and building need that was now racing headlong through her like a stampede of wild horses out of control.
He slid all the way up her quivering legs until his mouth was just an inch away from her throbbing vaginal passage and he flicked out at her tiny slit with his tongue, then pulled away. She could feel a constricting tightness in her stomach and womb and she thought that she would burst from the tension, and she tried to pull his head down on her once again, but instead he inserted one, thick finger slowly into her already moist and pulsing channel.
"Uuuggghhhh," she whimpered at the sudden intrusion, wriggling her hips back into the cushion. She could feel his body crush down on top of hers and his mouth began to suck at her voluptuous, young breasts while his finger worked in and out of her like a piston.
"Hold her there," Roger muttered, his voice hot with passion and lust. "I want a chance at her too."
It didn't matter to her that they were just using her body, that there was no love or affection involved, she only cared about fulfilling her own desperate need. Roger took her head in his hands and told her harshly to open her mouth. I'm going to get it like Sharon, she thought, her drugged and passion crazed mind not caring what they did to her burning body.
He eased his long, thick, pulsing prick into the warm, wet confines of her waiting mouth and began to rock back on his knees, driving it deep into her gullet with each powerful thrust until she thought she would choke. Bob's hard, jerking cock moistened by his lubricating juices was rubbing wetly into her leg and she wished that he would put it inside of her before she went out of her mind, but he continued his fingering instead.
"God, she's tight . . . hot, little bitch, not much fuckin'," Bob sputtered, gasping for breath. Finally he moved back up her body and let the swollen, hot knob of his prick rest against the flanges of her soft, hair-lined vaginal lips.
She tried to buck her hips forward so that he would be forced to go inside her, but he was holding back, making her wait for her pleasure until he had satisfied his own sadistic whim. He grinned down at her as she mouthed and sucked his friend, then finally inched his huge, stiff cock into her hot, ravenous channel a little at a time. She could feel the walls of her vagina close around his erect, throbbing member, caressing it, holding it tightly, reluctant to let it slip out, but he laughed and pulled it almost completely out with each slight inward movement. She was going crazy!
She wanted him to bury his giant cock deep into her, fill her totally, make her beg for mercy, split her... anything, but satisfy her!
She jerked and rotated her hips around his long, hard prick as it teased the wet sensitive walls of her cunt, hoping that she could bring him to the same peak of desire that she was on. Her muscles were taut from the strain, but she kept moving, trying to make him drive into her with all his length and might. Slowly, frustratingly, he eased into her, inch by inch, until she could finally feel the head of his cock pressing deep down against the opening of her womb. She wanted to cry out, but her mouth was filled with the other boy's fat, jerking penis, so she just groaned deep in her throat, knowing that she was getting close to her climax.
Roger began to move his hips back and forth with a renewed frenzy as he watched Bob rock between her wide-spread legs with his huge glistening rod. And then he could take the lewd sight of her dual ravishing no longer.
"I'm going to cum," he gasped, and she could feel the hard, tight muscles in his prick begin to contract in her mouth and she could taste the salty, sticky liquid of his sperm as it shot deep into her throat.
"Aaagggghhhh ... yessss," he choked out. "Take it, baby. Take it all."
She swallowed as fast as she could to keep from choking on the pungent tasting sperm, wishing that he would soon be spent and she could concentrate on her own satisfaction gnawing deep down between her thighs.
It seemed like an eternity before he was completely spent and she felt his now limp, flaccid cock slip from her mouth and drag over her cheek, leaving a thin, wet trail of his warm, thick sperm across her face.
Oh yes . . . yes . . . fuck me, fuck me harder," she groaned up at the boy between her legs, finally able to scream out her desire. "Do it to me!" Her nails were raking down his back, raising angry red welts where they dug in, but she didn't want him to stop. She raised her hips further up in the air, spreading her knees as far apart as they would go so that he could thrust into her without any hindrance.
"Oh, baby," he groaned. "Oh, baby, you're so lot!"
He was driving his long, stiff spike into her with all his weight, grasping her buttocks and pulling her up to meet his every, cruel, harsh impalement.
"That's it. . . that's it," she said, her words trail-ling off into a whimper.
She could feel the tension inside her building to a breaking point and she knew she was about to cum any minute. The walls of her damp, throbbing vagina clasp around his hard, thick shaft and jerked violently.
"I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ..." she gasped "Fuck me harder, harder," she pleaded, her voice high and shrill.
Her hands reached behind his thrusting buttocks and pulled him deeper and deeper into her The juice of her passion was flowing over his huge cock and trickling down the inside of her thighs.
"Give it to her," Roger shouted and she opened her eyes slightly to see who was urging her partner on. Just as she barely had them open she saw a bright flash fill the room and she knew that someone had taken a picture.
"Oh God," she groaned and tried to push him off of her while she was still in the throes of her orgasm. "Stop!" And through her daze she was vaguely aware that she didn't want anyone to take a picture of her when she was like this. It was too degrading, too humiliating to have herself forever in print that way.
She began to come back to reality as she head muffled laughter coming from all over the rood but her roaring passion was too great to stop. She was almost there ... almost there ...
"That ought to be a good one, George," someone said,. "What a hot, anxious little number she is Can't wait for my turn."
Between then, the boy fucking her did not release lease his grip on her hips and he plowed deeper and harder into her until she could feel him cumming hotly, wetly, deep in her cervix, but the flashbulb had prematurely broken her rising orgasm and she was left short of her climax.
"Not yet. Don't get off yet," she begged, when she realized that he was not going to stop for anything. "Please . . . just a minute," but it was too late and he was out of her, thick, white sperm still oozing wetly from the head of his penis. She wriggled her hips back and forth on the pillows, her frustration mounting and driving her out of her mind, but she didn't have long to wait.
"Let me have a turn," a boy she had never seen before said and quickly knelt down between her legs. "Let her catch some of my meat."
He began to kiss her body, not ignoring one sensitive spot until she was begging and twisting like a wild woman. She could see the bright yellow and orange flashes even through her smoke-dimmed eyes, but somehow they didn't seem real and nothing mattered but her raging need to be fucked and fucked good.
"Give it to her hard," a voice called out. "I want to see her go wild again."
She shuddered, her body craving satisfaction, but twinges of shame and humiliation shadowed Br thoughts and tears of frustration began to roll down her cheeks.
"Oh help me," she begged. "Someone help me."
The only answer to her plea was a burst oh laughter from the others in the room.
"Let me get her in the rear" one of the others asked the boy who was about to mount her as he raised up on his knees and aimed his thick hard phallus at her squirming loins. "Turn her on her side, so I can have her too."
She felt hands pulling and pushing her one way and the other until she was completely stretched out on her side. She tried to keep her legs clenched; tightly together but other hands were pulling and probing, holding them apart until she felt the one boy's rock-hard penis jabbing demandingly at her vaginal opening.
"Move your legs over," the other boy shouted and she could feel the smooth, muscular hardness of his body as he moved up in back of her. She felt a pair of hands cruelly pulling the cheeks of her buttocks apart until she could feel a rush of cool air on the hot interior of the soft, white crevice of her bottom.
"Don't think she's ever had it in the ass," another volunteered. "Don't look stretched wide enough." She cringed and began sobbing loudly at the obscene thought of what they were going to do.
"Don't . . . don't," she begged. "I can't take it ... please," but it was useless.
She could feel a fingertip at the entrance of her rectum, probing and pushing, and she tried to tighten her cheeks to avoid this degrading and humiliating penetration. The finger poked at the outer edges of the tight elastic hole of her anus and then shoved forward with a hard, cruel lunge.
"Aaaggggghhhh," she screamed, tears still streaming down her face and throat.
"She's tight as a drum," he commented. "I'd better stretch her some more ... get me the vaseline."
She felt the cool slipperiness of the oil as he smeared it into the crevice between the open cheeks of her ass, inserting his finger little by little into the tightly puckered hole of her anus.
"Stop . . . stop," she begged. "It hurts!" But his finger was already buried up to the first knuckle and she tightened her buttock muscles in anticipation of the increased pain.
He continued his fingering for several minutes then said, "Man, she's stretched out now. I gotta ram in that hairless little thing now or go outta my mind."
The other boy was already thrusting gently into her vaginal passage, but waiting for the other to enter her from the rear before he pushed the whole way into he.
"Hurry up, will you," he snapped. "I can't wait forever, you know."
She could feel the boy's arms tighten around her waist and his fingers press demandingly into her belly as he pulled her back toward his stiff, thick prick, and she felt the huge head of his penis probe the tiny hole of her rectum. Her crevice was slippery and he slid out of position several times and she hoped that maybe he would give up, but he aimed once again and she screamed in agony as she felt the tight resisting nether ring pop and give way under the relentless pressure.
"Uuuuugggggghhh . . . Aaaaahhhhhggg, she screamed, her tortured voice echoing through the entire cabin. She had never experienced such excruciating pain in the world, nor felt so degraded and humiliated. Cruel hands were holding her as the two boys sawed in and out of her two orifices, each thrust sending pain and horror through her entire being. The blunt instrument punished every fiber of her body sending throbbing pain and anguish to every cell of her whole being, but she could not escape.
She tried to open her eyes, but as soon as she did another picture would snap. She was aware of flashbulbs going off all around her, but this no longer mattered, she couldn't think of anything but the torturous pain that was wracking her body. She felt her vaginal passage stretching and giving way each time the boy in the rear drove into her, stretching her unmercifully.
Both boys were murmuring sadistic obscenities while they plundered in and out of her helplessly held body. Her body jerked and quivered with each harsh intrusion, but little by little the pain and initial hurt began to subside. And through her humiliation she suddenly wished more than anything in the world that she could get back at the boy who was so cruelly ravaging her behind and she tried to tighten the muscles in her buttocks to choke the very life from his thrusting cock.
"God," he gasped, "she's killing me, she's so tight!" But he didn't pull out of her. She tried to wriggle and churn her body so violently that neither one would be able to stay inside her, but every time she tried to move, a dozen hands would hold her more firmly.
It didn't take long before she could feel the monstrous, rampaging cudgel begin to swell even thicker until she thought that she would be torn in half and she thought it would never stop, but she knew that he was about to cum.
"Do it," she cried, trying to push her hips back onto his back onto his so that he could not thrust into her again, but she was beginning to get some masochistic pleasure from this new and wicked impalement, so she tried to rotate her hips and fuck him back.
Both boys were gasping in front and behind her, sputtering oaths and swearing, clawing at every inch of exposed flesh they could find. The backs of her thighs were pressed tightly against the one sunk in her rectum's hard, hairy loins as he grunted and began to empty his hot, flowing sperm deep into her anus.
"Oh yes ... do it," she whimpered, hoping that he would soon finish and withdraw from her torn, aching rectum. In a few minutes it was over and he fell back on the cushion, plopping from her wetly, while the other boy was about to go through his climax deep in the well of her throbbing pussy.
Her behind hurt horribly and she felt dirty and ashamed, but as the other boy rammed his great, hard staff harder and harder into her, she forgot everything for the moment except that she had not yet finished her climax.
"Fuck me . . ." she begged. "Make me cum ... make me cum... yes... yes ... yes!"
Her body was bucking in an uncontrollable frenzy as, incited by her obscene demands, he slammed his erect pulsing organ into the even greater depths of her quivering belly.
Animal grunts were coming from his lips as he dug his hands into the crevice of her ravaged buttocks and pulled her down harder onto him.
"She can't get enough," another boy shouted. "Maybe we can all take turns!" She closed her eyes and mind to what they were saying and the sudden burst of the flash bulbs, it was too late for everything . . . everything . . . but this ... but this...
She felt the heat and swelling of his already huge penis inside her and she clung to him, clawing at his back and begging him to drive even harder into her.
"I'm cumming . . . NOW . . . I'm cumming . . . NOW!" She gasped, finally feeling the fires of searing release shoot convulsively through her whole being and she groaned helplessly and collapsed limply on top of him while he ground out the last ounce of sperm he could empty up into her waiting belly.
"Fancy that," she heard Pete say from the corner, "She really loves to fuck. -Guess all celebrities aren't that bad, maybe I'll take a turn too."
She lay back against the cushions on the floor, her knees falling slightly apart, knowing that she would be powerless to stop any one who wanted her, so she took a deep breath and relaxed for a few minutes before she felt the weight of another body crush down upon her, and another flash bulb go off!
The pot had dulled her senses and after Roger and Bob had finished with her, what difference did three or four others make. She was actually beginning to enjoy having so many men want her, even though she had never done a lot of these things. She was determined that she would be popular for herself and not because of her father, so one by one she spread her legs for every male at the party and still could have taken more.
It was almost dawn when she was awakened by Sharon tugging at her shoulder.
"We've got to get back to the dorm before breakfast, let's go."
She got up slowly and tried to put her clothes back on so they wouldn't look too wrinkled, but it was useless, and staggered out to the car.
"My head is pounding," she said matter-of-factly. "That pot sure packs a wicked pinch."
"You were quite the hit of the party, Jen," Sharon said laughingly. "Never knew you had it in you, if you'll pardon the pun!"
"I'd rather not talk about it now, if that's okay," she said, embarrassed at what had happened, ashamed and not knowing how she could ever face Sharon or any of the others again.
"That's okay, kid," she said sympathetically. "I haven't been an angel all my life either, so let's forget about it if you want to."
Jenny nodded and got into the car for the long, lonely ride back to the dormitory.