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From: Tom Dread <vidivenidpt@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} New Story:  Crashing The Wrong Party
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Date: Tue, 16 Feb 2010 09:10:02 -0500
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Hi,

Codes for this one are M+/FFF, NC, anal

Thanks,

VV


      
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This story was written at the request of a reader.  It's something of a
departure from those I've posted in the past.  That being said, I hope you
enjoy.



   Crashing The Wrong Party

   (M+/FFF, NC, anal)

   By Vidi Veni

   Before leaving for school, Terri took a final look in the mirror.  The
thickly applied white foundation rendered her face flawless and pale to the
point that it almost glowed.  The heavy eyeliner and mascara contrasted
perfectly with the deep, ruby-red lipstick.  Her hair, a glossy raven black
that could only be achieved with dye, hung straight to the middle of her
back.

   She smoothed out her ankle length black dress and admired the way that
the lace bodice teasingly revealed the creamy inner curves of her large,
pillowy breasts.  She lowered a heavy silver ankh around her neck to call
further attention to that area.  After arranging the nearly transparent
sleeves of her outfit just so, she went downstairs.

   Her father, dressed in the coverall he wore to work as a mechanic, was
sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper.  He smiled when he saw her.
Unlike her mother, who did her best to pretend that her daughter wasn't any
different from anyone else's kids, he was amused by what he thought of as
her 'Goth phase.' All in all, though, she had to admit that he was pretty
cool about it, only rarely questioning or belittling her lifestyle choices.


   "G'morning, Dad," she said as she leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.
She grinned mischievously as she disengaged, hoping that he wouldn't notice
the perfect red lip prints she had left behind until after he got to work.

   "Good morning, Terri," he replied, giving her a quick hug.  "Just so you
know, the Bensons are hosting card club tonight, so your mother and I can
walk.  The car's all yours if you want it."

   "Thanks, Dad!" she replied, leaning down to give him another kiss on the
cheek.  Grabbing an apple from a bowl on the counter, she headed towards
the door.

   "Hey!" he yelled at her retreating back.  "You need more than that for
breakfast.  Have a seat, and I'll cook you something."

   "Can't, Dad," she called over her shoulder.  "Ann's probably already
waiting for me and we'll be late if we don't hurry.  See you later!"

   His response was lost as she closed the door behind her.

   Ann, her lifelong best friend and neighbor, was indeed waiting for her
at the end of the walk, leaning against a fence post as she took a drag
from a cigarette.  Physically, she was almost the opposite of Terri.  At a
fraction of an inch over five feet tall, Ann was a good six inches shorter
than her friend.  Where Terri was voluptuously curvy, Ann was thin, almost
waifish, with tiny breasts that didn't require a bra.  She wore her dark
red hair in a pixie cut, carefully arranged to look disheveled.



   Like Terri, she was dressed all in black, but her skirt stopped just
above her knees, revealing the fishnet stockings she wore beneath.  Her
makeup was far more subtle, but her complexion was so fair that the end
result was nearly the same.

   As Terri approached, Ann looked her friend up and down.  "Well, look at
you," she said with a smile that was warm enough to take the sting from her
sarcastic tone.  "All you need is a beehive and you'd look just like
Elvira."

   Terri snickered and did a pirouette.  "Like it?"

   "Well, you usually look like a reject from 'The Crow,' so it's an
improvement," Ann replied with a chuckle of her own as she passed over the
cigarette.

   Terri stuck out her tongue in response to the comment, but accepted the
smoke, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a blissful sigh.

   Slinging backpacks over shoulders, they started walking in the direction
of the high school.  They ignored the looks they received from neighbors
leaving for work as they had every day for the four years since they had
entered the world of Gothdom.

   They had been introduced to the culture by a young woman who had briefly
rented a room from a family across the street.  They had both fallen in
love with the look and attitude at first sight, quickly deciding that the
arrival of the woman, whose name was Daphne, was the greatest thing that
had ever had ever happened to their small Kansas town.  They had taken
great delight in the way she had politely but firmly refused all offers to
join any of the town's numerous church groups, and the shock she had caused
by asking in return if there were any other Wiccans in the area.

   When the girls had shyly approached her and told her what they thought,
she had laughed uproariously.  "Well, well, well," she had said, tapping a
finger along the side of her nose, "who would have thought that I would
find a couple of baby bats here in Hicksville, U.S.A.?"

   Over the next few months - and much to the dismay of the girls' parents
- Daphne introduced them to bands such as Fields of Nephilium, Bauhaus, The
Smiths and The Cure, and taught them how to dance and apply makeup. 
Following Daphne's example, both girls also quickly developed open minds
and a fierce independence.

   When the company Daphne worked for had transferred her after less than a
year, the girls had been heartbroken, but continued to fully embrace all
that they had been taught even in their mentor's absence.

   After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Ann asked in a voice that
was a little too innocent, "Notice anything different about me?"

   Terri looked her friend over and then mentally reviewed their
conversation.  Her eyes widened with sudden understanding.  "You're talking
kinda mushy!" she gushed.  "You got it done!  Let me see it!"

   Smiling broadly, Ann stuck out her swollen tongue and wiggled it around.
Almost dead center was a barbell shaped piercing, tipped on the ends with
bright red balls that matched the one on her eyebrow ring.

   "Looks awesome!  Did it hurt?"

   "Like you wouldn't believe."

   "How long before the swelling goes down and you stop talking like one of
those short bus riders?"

   "It's going to take about three weeks to heal, and it's going to be a
pain in the ass until it does.  I have to wash my mouth out four or five
times a day with salt water.  I'm also not supposed to smoke, have dairy
products or suck any cock."

   Passing the cigarette back with a snicker, Terri said, "You always were
lousy at following simple instructions."

   "Yep," Ann said agreeably after she took a drag.

   "How did your parents take it?"

   Ann rolled her eyes.  "About how you'd expect.  Mom went into hysterics
and Dad went into a diatribe about how I must have been spawned by the
postman."

   Terri wrapped a sympathetic arm around her friend's shoulders.  "Look on
the bright side: It's only three months until graduation and then we'll be
out of this backwards shithole of a town."

   Ann started skipping joyfully at the thought.  "I can't believe we both
got into UCLA!  No more teachers trying to teach us intelligent design!  No
more close-minded hicks telling us that we're going to burn in hell! 
Clubs! I don't know if I can wait three more months, well six including
summer break.  No offense, but I'm kinda sick of yours being the only other
pasty face in sight."

   "Right back at ya, sister!"

   When they approached the school, they saw that the jock and cheerleader
clique was, as always, gathered by the front door.  To prepare for the
daily gauntlet of threats and insults, the girls squared their shoulders
and fixed grim expressions on their faces, a process that Daphne had
jokingly referred to as 'going doom cookie.'

   The first rank of jocks, mostly sophomores and less-talented juniors,
jumped out of the girls' path as if they were carrying a contagious
disease. From all sides, they heard their classmates muttering, "freaks"
and "losers," in overly loud whispers that were obviously meant to be
heard. Despite the insults, both girls could feel the weight of the leering
stares that the boys in the group directed at their asses.

   Finally, the only obstacles that remained were Brad Garner, quarterback
and captain of the school's football team, and Jennifer Pullman, head
cheerleader and Brad's longtime girlfriend.  Brad was tall and good-looking
with a body hardened by years of work on the farm and, more recently, hours
spent each day in the school gym.  Jenny was roughly Terri's height and
bore more than a passing resemblance to a young Reese Witherspoon.

   Blocking the doors with a burly arm, Brad turned to Jenny and said, "I
think that their main problem is that they're sexually frustrated.  If we
could find someone willing to get close enough, I bet the freakiness could
be fucked right out of them."

   As Jenny tittered, Terri looked Brad up and down disdainfully.  "I might
be willing to let you try," she said in a sweet voice, "but I wouldn't want
Bessy, your favorite cow, to get jealous." She held a finger to her lips as
if thinking deeply.  "Or Jimmy for that matter.  I've heard that he bends
over in front of you in places other than on the football field." Jimmy was
the team's grossly obese center.

   Brad sneered and chose to seize upon the first part of Terri's statement
while ignoring the rest.  "I wouldn't give you the pleasure, freak."

   Holding a thumb and finger about an inch and a half apart, Terri replied
sadly, "So I've heard.  Do you want to discuss your shortcomings in depth,
or are you going to let us by?"

   With a quick glance toward a teacher who stood just inside the building
talking to a group of students, Brad grudgingly moved aside.

   As Ann was opening the door, Jenny said, "You know, if the two of you
weren't such bitches, people might like you more."

   Ann fixed her with an icy stare.  "Conversely, if you didn't spend so
much time on your knees, they would certainly like you less."

   Terri practically shoved her friend inside while a red-faced Jenny was
still struggling to come up with a retort.

   As they walked quickly down the hall, a fuming Ann muttered, "They piss
me off so much.  Every time I see Jenny, all I can think of is the Samuel
Butler quote, 'She was born stupid, and greatly increased her birthright.'"

   Chortling, Terri replied, "I know what you mean, although the quote I
always think of when I see any of them is, 'Sharp as a sack full of wet
mice.'"

   "Who said that?"

   "Foghorn Leghorn."

   When they reached their lockers, they found that flyers had been thickly
plastered everywhere.  Taking one down, Terri read aloud, "Brad's Birthday
Bash.  All upperclassmen are invited to join in the celebration of our
state-championship quarterback's eighteenth birthday beginning at 7 p.m. 
on March 12, 2010 at the Garner ranch.  BYOB!"

   "Brad's Birthday Bash," Ann repeated sourly.  "You would think that even
idiots like them could come up with something better than a three word
alliteration.  Let's see: Brad's Banal Birthday Bash.  Bring brewskis
before bareback backdoor boffing begins."

   With a grin, Terri added, "Bountiful brindle bovine bottoms breached
briskly by barn!  Banzai!"

   Ann raised an eyebrow.  "First you quote a cartoon chicken and now
you're making insinuations of bestiality for the second time in less than
twenty minutes.  This town's rubbing off on you."

   Giggling, the pair made their way to their separate home rooms.  They
met up again for first period advanced placement physics.  They moved with
more confidence here with the socalled geeks and nerds.  Among this group,
grade point average counted more for social status than how you dressed or
what music you listened to, which placed the two of them at the front of
the pack.

   They had barely seated themselves when Adam, a skinny, bespectacled
youth with acne scars on his cheeks, turned around in his chair at the
table in front of them.

   His eyes darting everywhere but Terri's face, he stammered, "Are you
g-g-going to Brad's p-p-party tonight, T-t-terri?  I hear that everyone's
g-g-going.  I c-c-could drive you if you want." His face colored as he came
as close as he ever had to asking a girl out.

   Ignoring Ann's choked-off guffaw, Terri replied kindly, "I appreciate
the offer, but I don't think so.  You know what Brad and his friends think
of Ann and me.  It would get ugly in a hurry.  Maybe some other time."

   Crestfallen but still excited by the prospect of 'some other time,' Adam
nodded and turned back around.

   Ann leaned over and whispered mockingly, "I've been thinking,
T-t-t-terri.  Maybe we should go to Brad's party.  With or without your new
boyfriend." The last was said with a nod toward Adam's back.

   "Be nice," Terri admonished.  "I would like some of whatever it is
you're smoking that could possibly make you think that's a good idea. 
Besides, my parents are going out to play cards tonight, and I got hold of
a special treat for us."

   Despite Ann's merciless pestering throughout the day, Terri refused to
reveal just what that special treat might be.

   When the school day came to an end, Brad, Jenny and their clique were
again holding court by the entrance, but the flood of students exiting the
building allowed the girls to slip by without any further abuse being
directed at them.

   As soon as they were clear, Ann spun around and waved.  "See you at your
party tonight, Brad!"

   Conversation among the clique stopped as all eyes turned to her.  "Yeah,
I hope to see you there," Brad replied in a voice dripping with sarcasm. 
"It wouldn't be the same without you."

   After making their way to Terri's house, the pair listened to music and
danced in Terri's room until her parents departed.

   As soon as they heard the door close, Ann asked plaintively, "Now will
you tell me what the surprise is?"

   Grinning widely, Terri opened her underwear drawer and rooted around,
coming up with a bottle of tequila.

   Laughing, Ann asked, "How did you manage to get your grubby little mitts
on that?"

   "I told pervy Larry down the street that I would show him my tits if he
bought it for me."

   Ann's eyes widened in shock.  "Did you?"

   "Of course.  A deal's a deal."

   "You slut!" Ann squealed while laughing hysterically.

   "Maybe, but I plan on being a drunk slut."

   Several hours later, half the bottle was gone, and the pair were weaving
drunkenly to a Sol Invictus song.  They leaned into each other for support,
their bodies rubbing together.  Both began to feel a heat that could not be
directly explained by the friction of their nubile flesh.  Gazing into each
other's eyes, their lips drew near.

   "I've been thinking," Ann said suddenly.

   "Uh oh," Terri replied, shaking her head in an attempt to dispel the
lust that coursed through her.

   "Maybe we should go to the party.  We'll be out of here soon, and this
could be our last chance to tell the mundanes what we really think of
them." She snickered evilly.  "Give them something to talk about for the
rest of their dreary lives."

   Despite the tequila, Terri wasn't certain that was a good idea at all.
She seized upon the most convenient excuse.  "How would we get there?  My
dad would kill me if he found out I had driven drunk.  Not to mention that
a DUI would probably result in UCLA cancelling my acceptance."

   "Call your boyfriend!" Ann replied gleefully.

   Terri remained unconvinced, but Ann continued to cajole and beg, slowly
eroding away her friend's resistance.

   "Okay!  I'll call him," Terri said in surrender.  "But if he can't come,
that's the end of it.  Agreed?"

   Grinning widely in victory, Ann nodded her head.

   As it turned out, Adam was more than willing to come get them.  Terri
was resigned as they awaited his arrival on the front porch.  Ann was
smugly exuberant.

   As they shared a cigarette and passed the bottle of tequila back and
forth for courage, Ann commented, "While just getting away from this town
will be great, I think the thing I'm looking forward to the most when we go
to college is losing my damn cherry."

   Terri snickered.  Although this was far from the first conversation
they'd had on this topic, she couldn't resist teasing Ann a little.  "You
lost that when your parents sent you to that dude ranch summer camp a few
years back to get you away from my bad influence."

   "My hymen tore while I was riding a horse, which you know is not what
I'm talking about at all.  I want to get fucked, laid, screwed.  I want to
form the beast with two backs.  Don't you dare deny that you want it, too."

   Terri simply nodded.  It was true.  She was almost perpetually horny,
and her hand - the only relief available - provided an extremely temporary
respite.  Their small, rural school only had two cliques: the jocks and the
geeks.  The jocks hated them, and the geeks were intimidated by them, which
left them without any options.  Well, except maybe Adam or pervy Larry, but
she couldn't bring herself to give either of them her virginity.

   Her reverie was interrupted when an ancient Toyota pulled into the
driveway with a loud backfire.  As they staggered down the sidewalk, Adam
exited the vehicle and ran around to open the passenger door with an
awkward flourish.  Ann climbed in back with Adam's friend Jeff, a pudgy boy
who was nearly as pasty white as the girls.

   "I'm g-g-glad you decided to come, T-t-terri," Adam stuttered once they
were on the road.  With more than a little amusement, Terri noticed his
trembling hand moving closer to hers.

   Taking pity on the boy, she reached out to grasp his hand in hers.  His
palm was sweaty.  "Thanks for giving us a ride, Adam.  We appreciate it."

   Bravely, he gave her hand a squeeze.  "N-n-no p-p-problem, T-t-terri."

   She held his hand as they drove out of town into the rolling hills in
which the area's dairy farmers made their homes.  As time went on, the
tequila they had consumed took a firmer hold, easing her fears, blurring
her vision, and numbing her face.

   The Garner farmhouse and nearby barn were brightly lit, and a banner
wishing Brad a happy birthday was strung across the front porch.  Adam shut
the car off with a final backfire, and they opened the doors.  A twangy
country song could be heard blaring from inside the barn.

   The barn had been cleaned out for the party, the cows that usually
occupied it taken elsewhere.  The rough hewn wooden floor had been shoveled
and swept clean before being covered with a thin layer of fresh straw.  A
line of mismatched tables, holding snacks, a stereo and several coolers,
occupied the end of the single large room opposite the doors.  The rest of
the place, including the hayloft, was filled with dancing, talking,
drinking teenagers.

   Conversation came to an abrupt halt as Ann and Terri entered the barn,
and hostile glares were turned upon them.  Terri came to a stop, while Adam
and Jeff shied backwards with wide, fearful eyes.  Ann, however, strode
forward confidently, the effect only slightly ruined by a drunken stagger.

   "Listen up you backwards-ass hicks, 'cause I have something to say," she
shouted loudly enough to be heard over the music, her words slurred.  "For
years you've treated Terri and me like shit just because we dress different
and can't stand the inane shit that you call music.  You call us freaks
because we aren't stupid enough to believe in your invisible wizard in the
sky.  I've got news for you: there's a big world out there, and outside
stupid, little one-horse towns like this one it's close-minded, ignorant
fucks like you who are the freaks.  I can't wait..."

   Ann cut off uncertainly as Jenny appeared at the front of the crowd of
people that had formed a muttering circle around her.  There was a look of
pure fury on the cheerleader's face.

   "How dare you cunts come here and talk shit?" she shouted as she stepped
forward to stand nose-to-nose with Ann.  "It's bad enough that we have to
see you freaks at school..."

   Ann delivered a backhanded slap to Jenny's face that nearly spun the
taller girl around.  With an incoherent shout of rage, Jenny lashed out
with a fist that struck Ann in the stomach, doubling her over.  As Terri
rushed forward to pull Ann back, others, including Brad, were doing the
same with Jenny.

   "Just get the fuck out," Brad said disgustedly.

   Things might have ended there if it hadn't been for the tequila.  As Ann
tried to straighten back up, she let out a gagging sound.  Recognizing the
signs, Terri tried to spin her friend around to hustle her outside, but it
was too late.

   "God dammit!" Brad shouted as Ann spewed vomit over his shirt and pants.
He chugged the rest of his beer, crushed the can and threw it aside. 
Holding his hands out from the mess, he yelled, "These jeans are
brand-fucking-new, and now I'll never be able to get the smell out of
them."

   The look that he turned upon Ann was so full of rage that Terri was
taken aback.  "I guess we need to teach these freaks a lesson," he said
ominously.

   "I think we should test your theory," Jenny quickly added in a voice
dripping with venom.

   When Brad looked at her blankly, she elaborated, "I think we should find
out if the freak can be fucked out of them."

   Brad's lips pursed in surprise.  He stared at Jenny silently, as if
waiting for a punch line, but finally realized that she was serious.  A
lopsided, drunken smile spread from ear to ear.

   He reached out and grabbed Ann by the hair, easily tearing her from
Terri's grasp.  Ann tried to punch him, but he caught her wrists and held
them in his other hand.  As he dragged the struggling girl across the room,
he directed, "Someone clear one of those tables off.  We're going to be
serving up steaming helpings of freak pussy."

   Bowls of chips and a cooler were quickly cleared away.  Ann squealed as
Brad slammed her face down on the table and held her in place by the back
of the neck.  Terri tried to go to her friend's aid, but was quickly
restrained.  To her shock, some of the hands that grabbed her groped at her
tits, ass and crotch.

   "Stop it!" she cried out, trying to slap the hands away until her arms
were seized from behind and immobilized.

   She struggled hard, but there were just too many boys holding her, each
of them much stronger than she was.  She felt someone take hold of the back
of her dress and pull sharply.  There was a loud tear as the fabric gave
way, leaving her in her bra, panties, and combat boots.  Looking down, she
saw the tattered remains of her favorite dress discarded like garbage on
the floor.

   As Terri was pulled toward the table, most of the girls and a few of the
guys at the party decided that they didn't want to be a part of what was
obviously about to happen and hurried toward the doors.  Adam and Jeff
wavered at the edge of the pack, not wanting to abandon the girls, but not
able to do anything to stop the impending violation.

   As Terri was being forced down next to her friend, Brad flipped Ann's
skirt up over her back, revealing her thong panties and the garter belt
that held up her fishnet stockings.

   "Sexy," Brad commented as he ran his fingers over the creamy white
globes of Ann's bottom.  He hooked a finger under the strap of her thong
and ran his knuckle down the crack of her ass to her lightly furred pussy.

   "Hold this bitch down," he told his friends.  Hands quickly reached out
to pin down Ann's shoulders and hold her arms.  Reaching into his pocket,
he pulled out his knife and folded it open.  Ann's eyes widened in shock
when he cut her panties off of her and threw the bits of cloth in front of
her face.

   Ever since she had thrown up, her head had been clearing, even though
she fervently wished that it wouldn't.  The harsh reality of her
predicament was too much to face sober.  When she had fantasized about
losing her virginity, it had always involved taking a guy she thought was
hot and cool back to her dorm room after a night of dancing and talking. 
Being gang raped on a rough wooden table by a bunch of rednecks was too
horrible a fate for even her darkest nightmares.

   She couldn't let it happen.  She strained mightily, trying to pull her
wrists from the hands that held them, but they were too strong.  She kicked
back, hoping to hit Brad in the knee or, even better, the crotch, but he
avoided her easily.  With the hope that they might loosen their grip if
they thought she had given up, she played possum, forcing her body to go
limp.  A hand immediately pushed between her legs.



   "Well, looky here, guys," Brad said mockingly as he tugged on her dark
red pubic hair, "the carpet matches the drapes." He turned his attention
toward Terri.  "Let's see what color that bitch's hair really is."

   As hands reached for her panties, Terri finally overcame her shock
enough to cry out, "Stop this now and let us go, or we'll call the cops! 
You'll all go to prison!"

   Brad and his friends laughed loudly.  "The sheriff is a good friend of
my pa.  Who's he going to believe: a couple of freaky sluts who claim they
were raped or forty or so people who all say that you came to this party to
pull train as a birthday present?  Get those panties off of her."

   Terri squeezed her eyes shut as she felt hands taking hold of the
waistband of her panties, hoping that this was all a nightmare from which
she would soon wake, safe and sound in her own bed.  She heard intakes of
breath from all around her as her undies were pulled down to the tops of
her thighs.

   "Damn, that is one fine ass," one of the boys stripping her said in a
low throaty growl.

   As murmurs of agreement rose all around her, a hand rubbed over one of
the round, firm globes before giving it a rough squeeze.  Then the panties
were pulled lower.  Raucous laughter and wolf whistles broke out as her
pussy was revealed.

   "Awww," Brad said with a chuckle.  "She shaves it.  I guess we'll never
know what color her hair is.  Looks like a mighty fine cunt, though.  Who's
going to fuck it first?  I got dibs on this little filly." He emphasized
the last statement by bringing his hand down hard on Ann's ass, eliciting a
squeal.

   An argument immediately broke out among the boys surrounding Terri. 
"They're deciding who's going to take my virginity, and I have no say in
the matter," Terri thought with dismay.  "They don't see me as a person at
all, only as a piece of meat." She was shocked by the wave of heat that
passed through her at the idea.

   Even as the boys surrounding Terri argued, hands continued to fondle,
squeeze and pinch her ass.  Fingers grazed over the smooth, bare skin of
her pussy before prying the inner labia wide open.  She whimpered as a
thick, calloused finger was forced painfully inside.

   Next to her, Ann grunted in pain as Brad stabbed his finger deep into
her cunt, his roughskinned digit tearing at her delicate folds.  Tears
formed in Ann's eyes as she wondered how much more it would hurt when he
used something substantially bigger.

   "I don't think this bitch likes me," Brad commented teasingly.  "Her
pussy's dry as hell."

   "So's this slut's," said the boy behind Terri, who apparently was the
owner of the finger that continued to wriggle inside her.

   "Someone take a look in one of the cabinets along the wall," Brad
directed.  "I think there might be some of that greasy shit we put on the
cows' udders to keep the milking machines from chafing them."

   Before anyone could act on this directive, Jenny's voice, malicious and
vindictive, piped up from the fringes of the crowd.  "Don't use lube!  Make
them lick each other's pussies.  That should get the lesbo sluts' juices
flowing."

   The group closest to the helpless girls went silent as they considered
the suggestion.

   "Yeah," Brad said slowly, "That could be really hot."

   Instantly, hands grabbed Terri's shoulders, pulling her upright before
throwing her to the floor on her back.  Her bra vanished as if by magic,
and then hands pulled her arms above her head and spread her legs wide. 
Moments later, Brad lowered a screaming, flailing Ann on top of her.  Terri
winced in sympathy as she saw that Brad was carrying her friend by nothing
but a handful of hair and the finger he still had shoved in her pussy.

   Terri stared in mortification at the hindquarters that filled most of
her field of vision.  Over the gentle curve of Ann's rump, she saw Jenny
lower herself to her knees next to them.

   Jenny leaned down to whisper viciously in Ann's ear, "Don't be shy,
bitch.  We all know you're a muff-diver, so get diving." Gripping the back
of Ann's head, she then forced the smaller girl's face down, mashing it
into Terri's sex.

   Karen, a statuesque brunette who was on Jenny's cheerleading squad,
knelt by Terri's head.  In a voice that was almost reasonable, she said,
"Look, Terri.  Obviously, you and your little friend are about to get
fucked.  A lot.  The wetter you are, the less it'll hurt.  So, if you care
about your friend at all, you'll do a good job."

   "Please stop this.  Don't let them ra ...  do this to us," Terri
whimpered, struggling feebly against the hands that still held her arms
above her head.

   The other girl reached in to pat Terri's cheek gently.  "Even if I could
stop this, I wouldn't.  The two of you think you're so much better than the
rest of us.  I'm looking forward to watching you get fucked down a peg or
three."

   Despite the circumstances, Terri was both taken aback and angered by
this statement.  "We don't think we're better than you," she hissed.  "You
and your friends have ostracized and ridiculed us for years.  What?  We
were just supposed to lie down and take it?"

   Karen sighed deeply, her stern expression fading slightly.  "Maybe
you're right, but there's still nothing I can do to stop this.  Now, unless
you want your friend to be in a lot of pain, I suggest you start trying
really hard to make her wet."

   Squirming in discomfort as Ann's mouth and nose were rubbed forcefully
over her own sex, Terri focused on the fur lined slit of her best friend's
center.  While she and Ann had flirted with the idea of fooling around with
each other more than a few times over the years, they had never gone any
further than 'practice kissing.' No matter how much the idea might appeal
to her on some level, however, she had no desire to put on a show for the
assholes who were waiting to rape them.  Still, Karen had made a very good
point.  How could she let her friend suffer needlessly?

   Letting out a cross between a sigh of resignation and a whimper, she
extended her tongue and raised her head.

   Ann had her eyes squeezed shut, and her face was burning with the
humiliation of having Jenny press her face into Terri's pussy while taunts
and insults were hurled at them from the crowd of onlookers.  Suddenly, she
felt a wet, warm tongue lapping gently at the puffy mounds of her outer
lips before delving between them.  Her eyes opened wide in shock even as
her nose was forced into Terri's slit.

   She hunched her hips up to escape the tongue that was making her quiver
and pulse inside, not wanting to get aroused in front of the crowd.  Hands,
presumably Karen's based on their size and soft skin, forced her back down.
Terri's wriggling tongue pushed its way between her inner labia, teasing
and caressing her hole.  Involuntarily, she moaned.  As her lips parted,
she felt the upper one brush over Terri's clit, leaving the small bundle of
nerve endings centered in front of her mouth.  Her nose, still shoved
deeply into her friend's quim, began to detect the unmistakable aroma of
feminine excitement.

   How could Terri be enjoying this?  What was she thinking?  Why would she
give these sick fucks what they wanted?  But she had heard Karen and knew
that Terri was doing this for her.  Could she do any different?

   Tentatively, she stuck out her swollen tongue and swirled it gently
around Terri's clit.  Sensing Ann's surrender, Jenny released her head with
a cruel laugh.

   "I knew the two of you had to be lesbians," Jenny crooned triumphantly.
"Eat that pussy, whore!"

   Ann ignored her, giving herself over fully to the task of getting her
friend as aroused as possible in the short time they likely had before the
violations began.  Snaking her tongue between Terri's thick, meaty labia,
she lapped at the juices she found there.  While subtly different in flavor
than the moisture she had licked off her fingers after pleasuring herself,
she discovered that she liked the musky taste.  She pushed in deeper to get
more.

   Terri was breathing heavily as she sucked lightly on Ann's clit.  To her
dismay, she found herself enjoying the sight of the other's girl's creamy
white buttocks heaving and clenching in pleasure.  More than anything she
wanted to run her hands over those small, round globes, but the boys
holding her arms above her head wouldn't let go.

   Glancing to her sides, Terri saw that many in the audience had taken out
cell phones and cameras to take pictures and videos of the scene.  The
flashes created a surreal strobe light effect.  The flow of taunts had come
to a stop, replaced by excited whispers.

   "Damn, look at them go!"



   "This is so fucking hot!"

   "I can't wait to fuck them!"

   One of the guys fell to his knees and inched forward to run his hands
over Ann's undulating ass.  As if his actions had opened a flood gate,
others immediately crowded around to get a feel.  Terri groaned in a mix of
pain, humiliation and lust as fingers stroked, squeezed and pinched every
part of her.  Hands forced their way between the two writhing bodies to
grope at her breasts and pinch her nipples.  Others stroked her stomach,
squirmed beneath her to feel her ass and probed her pussy around Ann's busy
mouth.

   She heard a tear of cloth and then Ann's blouse went flying past.  She
moaned in disappointment when Ann's pussy was pulled from her lips as the
other girl's hips were raised high enough to allow her skirt to be ripped
down her legs.  Now both girls were naked except for the garter and
fishnets that Ann wore.  As soon as Ann was dropped back into place, Terri
eagerly returned her mouth to her friend's clit, sucking on it gently.

   A hand forced its way in next to her face, and Terri went slightly
cross-eyed to watch as a finger was pushed fully into Ann's pussy.  An
instant later, she gasped as someone else pressed a finger, or maybe two,
into her.  Over the next few minutes, everyone fought and jostled each
other to get close.  Finger after finger pushed into both pussies, pumping
a few times before being replaced by another.

   "Fuck it!" Brad said, breaking a silence marked only by heavy, lustful
breathing, "They're wet enough.  Let me in there."

   He reached down to pull Ann's rear up the proper level and eased forward
into position.

   Terri gasped in shock as his cock appeared directly in front of her
face. A little over sixinches long, thick and circumcised, it was the first
one she had ever seen outside of the pictures and movies she had
downloaded. She didn't get much time to examine it in detail as Brad
immediately centered it between Ann's labia and pushed hard, driving
himself balls deep with a single, brutal thrust.

   Ann screamed into Terri's pussy as her channel was forced fully and
painfully open.  She started to sob loudly when it began to saw back and
forth in her depths without giving her any chance to adjust.  Her virginity
had just been stolen from her by a guy she detested, and there was nothing
she could do to get it back.

   "Jesus Christ," Jenny said in disgust.  "Would someone please stick a
dick in her mouth to shut her the hell up?"

   There was no lack of volunteers.  After a few moments of pushing and
shoving, someone - Ann couldn't tell who - took his place in front of her.
Pulling her head up by the hair, he smacked her face with a cock that
looked a good bit smaller than the one in her pussy felt.

   "Suck it, bitch," he commanded impatiently with a lustful growl.

   Ann held her mouth stubbornly shut, tears flowing down her face and her
lower jaw trembling.  Jenny was there immediately, digging her fingers
painfully into the hinge of Ann's jaw.

   "You heard him, bitch," Jenny growled.  "Open your mouth and suck it. 
Oh, and if you even think about biting him, I'll rip that cheap, shitty
ring right out of your eyebrow before I knock out all your teeth."

   The second Ann's lips parted, the boy lunged forward, pushing into her
mouth until his balls smacked against her chin.  She squirmed and gagged,
trying to dislodge him, but he held her in place by the hair.

   "What the fuck?" he muttered excitedly as he abruptly whipped himself
free.  Bending low, he twisted her face up to peer into her mouth.  "Holy
shit!" he exclaimed.  "This slut has a pierced tongue!"

   A chorus of cat calls rose from all around.

   "No fucking way!"

   "What a slut!"

   "I've heard that makes blowjobs feel even better.  Dibs on making her
suck my cock next!"

   The boy quickly straightened back up, and Ann was again pierced from
both ends.  Grabbing handfuls of her hair, the boy fucked her face
furiously, ignoring her gags and grunts of protest.

   Terri watched in morbid fascination as Brad drove his cock, now
glistening with Ann's juices and his own lubricating fluids, in and out so
vigorously that droplets of moisture rained continuously down on Terri's
face.  Ann's thin and delicate labia clung tightly to his shaft each time
he withdrew, only to vanish from sight when he reversed direction.  Ann's
body rocked violently back and forth on top of her as the slight girl was
buffeted from both ends.  Although she could feel her friend's muscles
tensing and trembling with pain, she found to her shame that part of her
was jealous because Ann had two cocks while she didn't have any.

   Jenny forced her way through the crowd to Brad's side.  Wrapping her
arms around him, she kissed him deeply as he continued to fuck the
red-head.

   "How does that freak's pussy feel?" she asked when their lips parted.

   "Really fucking tight and hot," Brad gasped out.

   She leaned down to peer between the 'v' of Ann's ass cheeks at her
boyfriend's plunging cock.  Her eyes remained glued on the lewd sight as
she reached around his hips with one arm to encourage him to pump even
faster.

   "She's just lying there," Jenny observed after a time.  "What a lame
fuck.  I think she needs to show some appreciation for the nice cock she's
getting and fuck you back." A wide smile spread across her face.  "I guess
that I'll just have to give her a hand."

   Straightening back up, she brought her palm down hard on Ann's backside,
making the girl squeal around the dick in her mouth.

   "Roll that ass, bitch!" Jenny shouted, sounding like a drill sergeant
from a Marine recruit's worst nightmares.  "Up and down.  Side to side.  Do
it!  Do it!" She punctuated each word with another spank.

   "Dammmmn," Brad groaned.  "Every time you smack her, her pussy clamps
down on my cock.  Do it some more!"

   Grinning widely, Jenny complied with great enthusiasm, bringing her hand
down on Ann's helplessly clenching buttocks again and again.  Ann did her
best not to flinch at each blow, hating the fact that her rapist got
pleasure each time she did, but Jenny was simply spanking her too hard not
to.  The hot ache of her abused bottom soon blended in with the raw
soreness radiating from her no-longer-virgin pussy.

   Brad moaned loudly as the twitching and contracting of Ann's tight pussy
brought him to the brink.  He pulled Jenny to him for a passionate french
kiss as he fired his seed deep within his sobbing victim.  Ann shuddered in
revulsion as she felt his member swell and flex and then experienced the
spreading warmth in her middle that she guessed meant that Brad had cum
inside her.  Brad's cock was still buried in her pussy when the guy humping
her face cursed softly while shooting his salty semen into her mouth.  As
he pulled his cock from between her lips, she gagged and tried to use her
swollen tongue to force the bitter issue from her mouth, but Jenny broke
free of Brad's embrace and lunged forward.

   Pulling Ann's head back by the hair, Jenny massaged her throat.  "Don't
you dare spit that out.  Swallow it all like a good little cocksucker," she
commanded harshly.

   Defiantly, Ann managed to push several gobs out past her lips, but Jenny
caught it on a finger before it could drip from Ann's chin.  Jerking hard
on Ann's hair to make her open her mouth in pain, Jenny scooped the gooey
substance back inside.

   "I said swallow it, bitch!" she hissed, releasing Ann's hair to hold her
jaw shut with both hands.  When she felt Ann's throat working, she leaned
down to flash the other girl a satisfied smirk.  "Look on the bright side,
you cum-eating slut.  If what you said to me this morning is true, that's
one boy who's going to like you a whole lot more from now on, and, by the
time the night's over, you'll be the most popular whore in school."

   Terri's eyes had stayed riveted on Brad's pistoning cock, feeling the
heat growing within her as the lewd scene went on and finger after finger
was thrust into her own pussy.  Watching intently, she noted the way his
balls tightened and then seemed to pulse when he climaxed deep inside her
friend.  She gasped with humiliation as a small orgasm ripped through her
overloaded nervous system when he pulled his slimy member free, spattering
her face with a mixture of his and Ann's juices.

   As soon as Brad was clear, another boy moved forward to take his place.
Karen, who had remained kneeling next to Terri's head, stopped him by
placing a hand on his stomach.  Leaning down, she whispered in Terri's ear,
"Don't just lie there with cum on your face, hun.  Make yourself useful and
get that pussy nice and clean for the next guy."

   Terri's gaze fixed on the thick cream oozing out from between Ann's
reddened labia, wincing at the sight of her friend's abused bottom.  The
formerly creamy cheeks were practically glowing bright red other than a few
well-defined handprints of a deeper color.

   Karen gave her an encouraging nod and whispered, "Go ahead.  Suck it all
out.  It's not so bad.  Hurry up now, sugar, there are a lot of guys
waiting their turn to fuck that pussy, and they're getting impatient.  I
would hate to have to hurt you to speed things up, but..." She snaked a
hand between Terri's chest and Ann's stomach, dislodging the boy's hand
that was fondling Terri's breast.  Taking Terri's nipple between thumb and
finger, she pinched and twisted just hard enough to hint at the
consequences of disobedience.

   Terri raised her head, her tongue swirling briefly around Ann's clit
before scooping Brad's leavings from between the lips.  While pungent and
salty, the taste wasn't nearly as bad as she had expected it to be.  Oddly
encouraged by the gasps, whistles and murmured comments of appreciation
coming from the crowd of boys behind her, she drove her tongue as deep into
her friend as she could, lapping up all she could find.

   Ann gasped as she felt Terri's tongue replace Brad's cock.  Her friend's
gentle ministrations quickly soothed away much of the lingering pain and
started the juices flowing again.  In gratitude, Ann lowered her lips back
to Terri's clit without having to be instructed.  As she started to softly
suck on the button, she did her best to ignore the anonymous fingers that
were plunging in and out of Terri's twat right in front of her nose.

   The guys held a hasty, muttered conversation, and then Terri felt them
lift her from the floor with her friend still on top of her.  They carried
the girls awkwardly for a few yards before heaving them up on top of
several bales of hay.  Terri's head was left dangling on one end, and she
could feel the edge of a bale digging into the center of her ass on the
other.

   A hand came down on Terri's forehead and pulled her away from Ann's sex.
Thighs immediately bracketed her head and a cock roughly the same size as
Brad's was stuffed into Ann's pussy, making the girl cry out in pain.

   At the same time, the fingers that had been endlessly churning inside
Terri's pussy suddenly vanished, and Ann's mouth was torn from her clit. 
Hairy skin brushed against her inner thighs as one of the rapists took
position.  She held her breath as the fleshy knob of a cock was swabbed up
and down her slit.  She then released her breath explosively as that dick
was forced inside, stretching her open wider than she had ever been before.
After only a few vicious jabs, she felt his pubic hair press against her
bare outer lips.

   To her surprise there was no pain, only a sense of fullness such as she
had never experienced before.  The vibrator she occasionally used didn't
compare to having a living, throbbing cock inside her.  It occurred to her
that she had just lost her virginity, and she couldn't even see who it was
who had taken it.  Somehow not knowing made the heat within her loins rise
even higher.  She knew she shouldn't be getting pleasure from the
experience - she was being violated!  - but knowing that what she was
feeling was wrong didn't make the heat recede.

   "Jeez," said her unknown rapist, "She is so fucking wet ...  feels so
good!"

   The words had no sooner left his lips when he began to rut into her,
driving his cock in and out of her pussy with long, rapid strokes, further
stoking the fire within her.  Through halfclosed eyes she watched another
cock piston back and forth in Ann's cunt, the balls brushing across the tip
of her nose with each thrust.  Hands continued to squeeze and pinch her
breasts and ass.  It was too much.  She moaned loudly as her body exploded
with pleasure, every muscle contracting as her orgasm crashed in waves
through her nervous system.

   "Uh, guys?" the guy fucking her panted incredulously.  "You're not going
to believe this, but I'm pretty sure this slut is cumming hard.  Oh, God,
it feels ....  Ahhh!"

   The sensation of his cock jerking and squirting inside her renewed her
orgasm and brought it to new heights, her pleasure undiminished, and maybe
even enhanced, by the raucous laughter that erupted from the crowd.  She
whimpered in disappointment as the guy pulled free, leaving a gnawing
emptiness behind.  Ann's face was mashed into Terri's crotch for cleanup,
but was forced away after only a few tentative licks as another of the boys
moved into position.

   The next cock that surged into Terri was a good bit smaller than the
first and only lasted for a few strokes before erupting inside her.  Again
Ann's face was pushed down so she could lick up the semen drooling from
Terri's cunt before a third cock slid home.

   The boy fucking Ann moaned loudly, grinding his loins against the cheeks
of her ass as he came.  When he pulled out, Terri lifted her head without
prompting to lap up what he had left behind.

   With a wide grin, Karen reached down to run her fingers through Terri's
hair.  "That's it, hun.  Lick it all up.  You're such a good little slut."
She pushed a finger into Ann's pussy and swirled it around.  Pulling the
digit that was now coated with semen and vaginal secretions free, she held
it to Terri's lips, laughing lightly as Terri eagerly sucked it clean.

   Karen turned and shouted into the crowd, "Next!"

   Another boy immediately moved forward to line his cock up with Ann's
defenseless slit.  Grunting like an animal, he buried himself to the hilt
inside her.  Ann's body tensed as she whimpered forlornly.

   Terri heard Karen whispering to the boys holding her arms, but couldn't
make out the words over the sloppy sounds of sex.  Then, to Terri's great
surprise, her hands were released.

   For a moment, she let her arms continue to hang where they were, too
confused to act.  Part of her wanted to fight; to grab the balls that were
swinging in front of her eyes and twist them to make their owner stop
raping her friend.  But what good would that do?  She would simply be
restrained again and one of the dozens of other boys would take the injured
one's place in Ann's little cunt.  There would also likely be painful
retribution.

   Before she had decided what to do with her partial freedom, the latest
cock to fuck her throbbed within her depths, adding its load of baby juice
to those already present.  The moment it popped free, Ann's head was pushed
down, her tongue beating on Terri's clit before pushing between the lips of
her pussy.  Terri's eyes slid shut with a moan as she came on her best
friend's tongue.  Any lingering shame and anger evaporated under the
burning heat that radiated from her loins.  There was no longer any
question as to what she needed to do with her hands.  One slid up Ann's
thigh to her ass, soothing away the burning pain from the spanking with
gentle caresses.  The other homed in on Ann's bright pink clit, teasing,
stroking and rubbing the little button until it swelled and peeked out from
the fleshy confines of its hood.  She smiled at the murmurs of approval
that rose from around her.

   Ann started to sob anew as Terri's busy fingers incited her hips to buck
and roll with impending orgasm.  While grateful to her friend for making
this horrid experience less painful that it otherwise would certainly have
been, she didn't want to cum in front of the crowd of boys waiting for
their turn to rape her.  Even though Terri apparently didn't seem to mind
it, how could she stand the humiliation of orgasming while a rapist's cock
churned in her depths?  How could she ever look any of her classmates in
the face again after they had witnessed her behaving like such a slut?

   She tried to force the rising pleasure down but failed miserably.  The
boy pounding his cock into her from behind laughed and smacked the cheek
that Terri wasn't rubbing as her body shook in the throes of orgasm.

   "Yeah, that's it, baby.  Cum on my cock, you filthy slut," he groaned.
"Don't have much to say now, do you?  Getting the ol' hot beef injection
mellowed you right out. ...  Oh, damn ...  I'm gonna shoot.  Ready for it,
bitch?  Ready to get your pussy filled with another load of cum?"

   He thrust into her even harder, and Ann could feel his seed spraying
against the deepest part of her.  To her mortification, her waning orgasm
swelled and exploded anew.  It continued to rock through her as Terri
meticulously licked her clean.

   Two other boys were taking their places when Jenny said, "Hold on a
second.  We're going to have to speed things up if everyone is going to get
a turn with both of them."

   At Jenny's direction, Ann was pulled off of Terri and thrown to the
floor.  Momentarily free, she tried to crawl away, but a laughing boy
caught her by the hips and kneeled behind her.  She cried out as he roughly
impaled her, humping into her like a jackrabbit while using the straps of
her garter belt like handles.  A second quickly took position in front of
her, rubbing the head of his cock across her lips.  Seeing Jenny
approaching out of the corner of her eye, Ann resignedly opened her mouth
to grant it entrance.

   Two boys took hold of Terri's upper arms and stood her up briefly before
guiding her down to her hands and knees next to Ann, who was already
rocking back and forth between the dicks pummeling her mouth and pussy. 
Terri watched in horror as the boy in front of Ann brutally fucked her
mouth, his loins slamming hard against her face with each thrust.  Any
doubts Terri had about how painful it was were answered by the tears
running down Ann's face and the gagging sounds she made each time the cock
was forced into her throat.

   To avoid a similar fate, Terri lunged forward to capture the cock that
soon appeared in front of her.  Pressing her tongue hard against the
underside of the shaft, she bobbed her head in time with the thrusts of the
guy fucking her from behind.  The cock in her mouth was smooth and hot and
slid easily between her ovaled lips.  The lubricating fluid that oozed from
the tip was a little salty, but otherwise didn't have much of a flavor. 
All in all, she had to admit that she rather liked it.  To her great
relief, the owner of the cock seemed willing to accept her voluntary
efforts and didn't subject her to the treatment that Ann was receiving.

   After about ten minutes, the guy started to pant, and his hips picked up
a rolling motion.  Terri heard those behind him extolling him to hurry up
so they could have their turn.  She supposed they had a point; the line
behind her had moved at least three times while she had been sucking his
cock.  Moaning softly, he suddenly hunched his hips backwards to pull his
length from her mouth.  Taking it in hand, he stroked it fast until his
seed spurted across her face.  Terri flinched as the hot, sticky substance
splashed from her chin to her forehead, blinking rapidly to try to clear
away the drops that were making one of her eyes burn.

   Peering up, she recognized him as one of the team's wide receivers.  He
grinned down at her as he wiped the head of his cock around her lips,
smearing the greasy cum over her cheeks.  She found herself responding with
a smile of her own as she stretched forward to engulf and suckle on the tip
for a few seconds until he pulled away.

   As he backed off and another came forward to take his place, Karen
swiped a finger over Terri's face and pushed the now slimy digit into her
mouth.  "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were enjoying yourself,"
she said with a throaty chuckle.  Making way for the impatient boy who was
waiting to use Terri's mouth, she ran her fingers through Terri's
sweat-damp hair.  When she reached the center of Terri's back, she kept the
hand in place, rubbing gently as she whispered encouragements and advice on
cocksucking technique in Terri's ear.

   With her other hand, Karen rubbed Terri's heaving stomach before
extending her caresses to the dangling tits.  "I wish I had boobs like
yours," she said softly, tugging gently on a nipple that was hard with
arousal, "They're so big and firm.  I could play with them all night long."
She laughed as her words and actions produced a ragged cheer from the
crowd.

   Terri quickly lost count of the number of cocks that hammered into her
pussy for anywhere from a few seconds to a few minutes before throbbing as
they spewed their cream deep inside her.  She could feel the semen - and
likely more than a little of her own juices - trickling in endless rivulets
down her thighs.  Likewise, the dicks she took in her mouth soon blurred
together as she teetered eternally on the brink of orgasmic bliss.  Some
were big, some were small.  Some were circumcised, some were uncut.  Some
passively accepted what she readily gave, others fucked her mouth
furiously. Some came on her face, some in her mouth, and others lunged
forward to shoot directly down her throat.

   Once separated from Terri's tongue and fingers, Ann got no further
pleasure from the ordeal.  She lapsed into a daze, trying to block out the
humiliation and the pain that radiated from her sore, abraded throat and
raw, aching pussy, barely responding even when Jenny slapped her face or
ass.  She just left her mouth hanging open as cock after cock sawed back
and forth over her tongue.  Over the foul, pungent taste of the semen that
coated her oral cavity, she could pick out the metallic taste of blood,
leading her to wonder just how badly the constant back and forth motion of
her piercing had torn its hole.

   The four lines that had formed around the girls never grew shorter as
the second a boy reached his pleasure in one orifice, he moved to a
different line to wait his turn at another.

   Suddenly, a gruff voice hollered from the barn's entrance, "What in the
hell is going on here?"

   Immediately, Karen's hands left Terri's body, and the cocks were pulled
from her mouth and twat.  As she struggled upright, she noticed that most
of Ann's rapists had similarly distanced themselves from her body with the
exception of Adam's friend Jeff who was kneeling behind her.  He humped
furiously, as if hoping to finish before being ripped bodily away.

   "I asked what in the hell is going on here?" the voice repeated. 
Turning slightly, Terri saw that it belonged to an older man with a beard
and mustache who was striding angrily towards her.

   "Uh, dad, it's not what ...  uh, we were just ...  uh," Brad stammered.

   Brad's father looked Terri up and down as he drew near and leaned to the
side to get a better look at Ann around Jeff, who continued to pump her
pussy from behind.

   "Boy," Mr.  Garner said gravely, "it's usually considered polite to stop
fuckin' when an adult catches ya doing it."

   Jeff made a few final thrusts, shuddering and choking back a moan as he
added more semen to that which already filled Ann's pussy to overflowing.
Pulling free and covering his genitals with his hands, he scrambled back to
the edge of the terrified crowd.  Once released, Ann immediately collapsed
into a sobbing heap on the floor.

   "Aren't these the two girls that always dress like they're heading to a
funeral and look down their noses at everyone?" Brad's father asked.

   "Yes, pa," Brad replied weakly.

   "They forced us to do this, Mr.  Garner, and they ..." Terri began in a
rush as she started to stand.

   Mr.  Garner stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder, keeping her
on her knees.  "Shush, now, girl.  I can see what was happening.  Were you
invited to this here lil' shindig?"

   "No sir, they weren't!" Jenny interjected loudly.  "They showed up a few
hours ago and started spouting off about how much better they are than the
rest of us."

   "Hmm, is that so?" Mr.  Garner said thoughtfully.  "Well then, I guess
they had this coming."

   Terri's jaw dropped open in mortification as he reached down to cup her
bruised breasts and pinch her nipples.

   "You sure are built like a brick shithouse, girl," he commented.  "I've
been wondering what these here sweater puppies looked like for a while now.
They're even firmer than I expected and softer than a pig's ear to boot."

   Grabbing her shoulders, he roughly twisted her around until her back was
toward him and then pushed her forward onto all fours.

   "Well, jumpin' Jesus on a pogo-stick," he laughed.  "Yer cunt looks like
a bulldog chewing on a mouthful of mayonnaise.  I never cared much for
sloppy seconds, or, from what it looks like, a hundred-and-seconds." He
shrugged out of his bib overalls, revealing a massive cock standing at full
erection.  "Yer asshole looks nice and clean, though.  Ever been buggered
before, girl?"

   "No!" Terri cried out, again trying to stand while clasping her hands
over the orifice in question.  The thought of taking that massive cock in
her tiny backdoor filled her with terror.

   Mr.  Garner chuckled lustfully.  "Well, you'll never be able to make
that claim again." He beckoned to the stunned crowd.  "Some of you boys get
in 'ere and hold this lil' piece of ass in place." Stroking a hand up and
down the length of his huge member, he added, "Hold her tight, 'cause she's
gonna be a-buckin' and a-screamin'."

   Hesitantly, two boys lurched forward to take a firm grip on Terri's
shoulders.  Another knelt next to her and wrapped an arm around her waist.
She could hear excited murmurs from all around.

   "There's no way he'll be able to get that slab of meat in her tiny
asshole."

   "Heh.  Ten bucks says he does."

   "Why didn't we think of fucking them in the ass?"

   "Damn, I'm gonna have to try that."

   Terri tried to twist her head around to see what was happening behind
her, but the boys holding her shoulders blocked her view.  She heard Mr. 
Garner hawk and spit a few times and then felt the huge, spongy head of his
dick press against her anus.  The pressure quickly grew.

   "No!" Terri shouted.  "Not there.  Put it in my pussy if you want, but
please not my butt!"

   Mr.  Garner chuckled and brought a hand down on one of her buttocks with
a sharp crack.  "Don't give me any lip, girl.  From what I've heard about
you, a good cornholing is just what you need."

   Squeezing and kneading her bottom cheeks with his rough calloused hands,
he grunted while pushing hard.  Terri clenched her ass, doing what she
could to deny him entry, but her sphincter gradually gave way under his
implacable assault.  She reared up, her mouth opening in a silent scream as
the head of his cock forced its way inside her back passage.



   "That is one tight little shitter you got, girl," Mr.  Garner said
breathlessly.  "I think I'm going to enjoy this."

   Her teeth clenched in a grimace of pain and her eyes squeezed shut,
Terri shuddered as he pushed more and more of his length past her obscenely
stretched sphincter.  As his member filled her bowels, her body was wracked
with cramps.

   Directly in front of her she heard Karen's voice say, "Let her go." This
was followed by light slapping sounds until her shoulders were released.

   Terri opened her eyes to see the other girl kneeling in front of her,
looking down at her sympathetically.  Karen sat on the floor and scooted
forward until Terri was able to hug her around the waist, burying her face
in Karen's lap as she sobbed in agony.

   Karen leaned forward to hug her back, whispering, "I've never let a guy
do that to me, but I've heard that if you relax it doesn't hurt as bad.  I
know that's easier said then done, but try."

   Aided by Karen's soothing murmurs, Terri took deep breaths and tried to
relax despite the burning pain.  It didn't help that Mr.  Garner kept
forcing more of himself into her.  As she turned her head to the side, she
distantly noticed that Ann had been lifted back up to all fours and was
again being pounded from both ends.  Mercifully, it looked like the boy
behind her was at least using her pussy instead of her ass.

   Finally, Mr.  Garner came to a stop, grinding his loins against her
quivering buttocks.  There was a collective intake of breath.

   "Holy shit, he actually got the whole thing inside her."

   "Do you see how stretched her asshole is?  She might as well have a
baseball bat shoved up there."

   "She's not going to be able to sit for a week."

   Taking hold of her hips, Mr.  Garner started to ease himself back and
forth, taking it slow for his own pleasure rather than out of any concern
for her.  With a loud groan, he muttered to himself, "Oh, yeah!  It's been
too damn long since I buggered a sweet little teenager.  I had forgotten
how nice an abused asshole feels flutterin' around my cock."

   Reaching forward to grab a handful of Terri's hair, he pulled her head
up from Karen's lap.  "How about it, girl?  Do you like being fucked in the
ass like a dirty, filthy whore?"

   "No!" Terri screamed.

   Snickering cruelly, he released her hair, allowing her head to drop back
down to Karen's lap.  "Well ain't that just a damn shame?  From all the
woodies I see, yer lil' ass is about to get screwed clean off."

   Her body trembling, Terri whimpered and squeezed Karen hard as Mr. 
Garner reamed her ass.  He quickly increased the length and speed of his
thrusts until his pelvis was slapping against her upturned bottom with each
violent thrust.

   Jenny's voice rose up over the sounds of sex, "Don't forget that little
Ann has an asshole, too.  We wouldn't want her to feel left out from all
the fun."

   Ann stirred from her stupor when a cock was pressed against her anus. 
Squealing in protest, she thrashed and squeezed her buttocks tight.  After
a long, futile attempt to pierce her, the boy behind her retreated.

   "I can't get it in.  She's just too tight," he complained.

   Mr.  Garner laughed condescendingly.  "There's no such thing as an
asshole that can't be made to take a cock.  Move aside there, boy.  I'll
help you out."

   For a moment, Terri thought that Mr.  Garner was going to switch to Ann.
To her shame, she felt a surge of relief that her pain was going to stop,
even if it meant that her best friend would be suffering in her place. 
Then one of his big hands splayed across her belly and the other roughly
grabbed and squeezed one of her tits.  Wrenching her from Karen's arms, he
pulled her up until her back was against his chest.  He held her squirming
body impaled on his meat as he walked on his knees until he was a few feet
behind Ann.

   Once there, he pushed Terri back onto all fours so that her face was up
against Ann's bottom.  Resuming his savage assault on her rear, he
commanded, "Lick it, ya lil' slut."

   Not understanding, Terri began to tentatively lap at the copious
quantity of semen that was leaking from Ann's bruised and battered pussy.

   Mr.  Garner leaned over her back and slapped one of her dangling boobs
hard.  "Not very bright, are ya, bitch?  Lick her arse."

   Terri twisted her head around to stare at him with dismay and disgust.
With a laugh, he started to pound into her again, making the side of her
face smack rhythmically against Ann's rear.  Leaning forward, he reached
beneath her to clutch her breast, squeezing and twisting it cruelly.

   "You heard me, girl.  Get to it, or you'll regret it."

   Terri screamed as the jolt of pain from her breast momentarily eclipsed
even that emanating from her bottom.

   "Don't do it, Terri," Karen said fiercely.  She then spun to wag a
finger in Mr.  Garner's face.  "This has gone entirely too far, you
sadistic fuck.  I should have put a stop to this as soon as you suggested
anal sex.  Let them go now, or I'm calling the police."

   Mr.  Garner snorted with derision.  "Uppity lil' cunt, aren't ya?  Shit,
girl, you ain't calling anyone.  In fact, since you're so concerned about
these bitches' welfare, I think you'd should take some of their burden. 
Brad?"

   Karen reached for her phone, but Brad and two of his friends rushed
forward to twist her arms behind her back.  Karen fought back, twisting,
swearing and trying to stomp on their feet, until Jenny came up and
delivered a full-armed slap across the pretty brunette's face that left her
reeling.

   "You shouldn't have forgotten who your friends are, Karen," Jenny
hissed. "These freaks are just getting what they've had coming for years,
and now you'll be getting it, too."

   "Uh, I don't know about ...," said one of surrounding boys hesitantly.

   "If you don't like it, get the fuck out," Jenny interrupted menacingly.

   The protester shuffled his feet back and forth for a few moments, but
stayed where he was.

   Under Jenny's guidance, Karen was forced to her knees and then bent over
until her head was next to Terri's.  Straddling Ann's back in front of the
boy that was still vigorously fucking the girl's face, Jenny grabbed each
of them by the hair.

   "Stick out your tongues," she commanded.

   When both girls had complied, Jenny pulled Terri forward until her mouth
was poised over Ann's pink pucker.  "Keep it out," Jenny warned, "or I'll
rip your hair out by the roots." She then forced Terri the remaining
distance forward.  Terri's lips twisted in distaste at the acrid, bitter
taste of Ann's anus, and she had to struggle to keep from withdrawing her
tongue in disgust.  Although she tried to limit the contact to the very tip
of her tongue, every few seconds her lips were forced against Ann's pucker
by Mr.  Garner's hard strokes into her backside.

   "Good," Jenny said.  "Now wiggle it.  Yeah, that's it; lick that ass. 
Make it nice and wet with your spit."

   After a minute or two, although it seemed much longer to Terri, Jenny
forced her head away and tugged Karen forward to take her place.  When her
tongue was a fraction of an inch from Ann's wrinkled hole, Karen withdrew
it and, keeping her lips pressed tightly shut, glared defiantly up at
Jenny.

   Jenny merely grinned and called Brad forward, pulling him close to
whisper in his ear.  Moments later, Karen struggled frantically and
futilely as her jeans and panties were forcibly removed.  She then groaned
with what was not entirely pain as fingers were pressed into her.

   Jenny cackled gleefully.  "They call that one in the pink and one in the
stink.  Are you gonna start licking, or do you want to find out what fists
feel like?"

   When Karen remained stubbornly rebellious, Jenny nodded at the boys
behind her.  Karen's forehead dropped forward onto Ann's round ass and her
mouth sagged open as other fingers joined the ones already inside her.  Her
pussy was wet enough from what she had seen throughout the night that two
or three fingers plunged in and out of it without much discomfort, but the
ones in her ass were a different story.  She cried out in distress as those
fingers, obviously from two different guys, hooked around the rim of her
sphincter and pried her painfully open.

   "I think they call that the Spocker, or at least they do when all four
fingers are from the same hand.  Shall I give them another nod?"

   "No," Karen croaked weakly, extending her tongue to barely swish over
the wrinkled orifice in front of her.  Despite her compliance, the fingers
continued to explore both of her nether holes.

   "Sorry, sweety, but that's not going to cut it.  I was going to go easy
on you, but not anymore.  I want to see you stick your tongue all the way
in."

   Karen glanced up, certain that Jenny had to be joking.  The other girl
returned her stare solemnly for a moment before glancing back and giving
another nod of her head.

   Karen's eyes widened in shock as she felt a clenched fist press against
her bottom cheeks, which were quickly spread wide open in preparation.  Her
face colored as she realized the view that the boys behind her must have of
everything she had.

   "I'll do it," she said quickly.  To her relief the fist withdrew from
its threatening position, although fingers immediately delved back inside
her.  She hesitated for a moment to gather her resolve and then pressed her
tongue hard against Ann's tiny hole.  It resisted at first, but slowly gave
way to allow entry.  Karen's face twisted with revulsion at the taste, but
she meekly continued her ministrations, thoroughly cowed by the threat of
the fist.

   Ann gagged as the most recent cock to defile her mouth jerked weakly and
squirted its load against the back of her throat.  It had tasted musky and
slightly sweet with dried pussy juice when it had first been pressed
between her lips.  Distantly she wondered whether its owner had fucked her
or Terri or both.  She was mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted.
The warm, wet and wriggling intruder in her backside would normally have
filled her with disgust, but under the current circumstances it offered a
welcome, and even pleasant, respite from the seemingly endless proddings
that had come before.  Her mind numb, she couldn't bring herself to
consider its ultimate purpose.  She stopped thinking of it altogether as
another dick took its place in her mouth.

   Jenny watched Karen tongue the red-headed freak's ass for a few minutes
before turning her attention back to Terri.  The voluptuous brunette had
her head hanging down between her upper arms and was emitting a continuous
high-pitched, keening whimper as Brad's father relentlessly pounded her
ass. Jenny giggled as she noticed that he was slamming into Terri hard
enough to send ripples through the girl's broad bottom cheeks.

   She was considering pulling Terri back in for another turn loosening up
Ann for the upcoming buggery when a different idea occurred to her.

   "Mr.  Garner," she said sweetly while reaching down to pat Karen on the
head, "Our new piece of meat here needs to be made ready.  Think you could
move that one back a little to take care of it?"

   Mr.  Garner grinned widely.  "Sure, honey."

   Terri squealed as Brad's father again lifted her, holding her in place
with hands on her belly and tits and the hard cock in her ass.  He shuffled
backwards a short distance before again pushing her down.

   Gritting her teeth as the cock resumed its motion in her bowels, Terri
found herself staring at Karen's exposed backside.  It was a perfectly
heart-shaped bottom, the cheeks muscular from years of gymnastics and
cheerleading practice.  Like Terri, Karen kept the area around her lips
shaved smooth, but had a small strip of short-cropped hair decorating her
mound.  The lips themselves were far darker in color than either hers or
Ann's and only protruded slightly from the puffy outer lips.

   Knowing what she was supposed to do, Terri extended her tongue and
leaned forward to flick the tip over the fleshy sheathe that hid the other
girl's clit.  She soon learned to compensate for the rocking motion of her
own body and set about pleasuring the only person who had shown her even a
modicum of kindness that night.

   "Bunghole, too," Mr.  Garner said from behind her.

   Terri nodded weakly, unable to summon even token resistance.  As she
snaked her tongue into an asshole that had already been loosened by
fingers, she felt Mr.  Garner's cock jerk inside her as he let out a
guttural moan.  Although she couldn't feel it, she knew that his seed was
now dribbling down through her bowels.  She had never felt so degraded and
dirty.

   When the older man pulled his softening meat free, she felt the cool
night air not only on her exposed buttocks, but inside as well.  Did that
mean that her asshole was gaping loosely open?  When Mr.  Garner stepped
aside, her question was answered by the astonished laughter of the
onlookers.

   One boy even jeered cruelly, "I think I can see her liver."

   Not wanting to be punished, she kept tonguing Karen's pussy and ass even
when a small argument broke out behind her.  It ended when Brad's voice
said, "Eh, let him have a turn.  He'll be less likely to talk."

   Soon another warm body pressed up against Terri's backside, and hands
moved softly, almost caressingly, over her bottom cheeks.  She moaned in
surprised pleasure when her newest rapist eased his cock slowly into her
pussy instead of her painfully stretched and abraded ass.

   When she twisted her head around to see who it was, Adam's cheeks went
red and he averted his eyes to avoid making contact with hers.  "S-s-sorry,
T-t-terri," he stuttered even as he pushed a few more inches of his meat
into her.

   Stricken, in some ways hurt almost as much by his betrayal as she had
been by the violations perpetrated upon her cunt and mouth by all the jocks
who had already taken their turn, Terri turned sadly back to Karen's
hindquarters.  She had only taken a few more licks, however, when her
attention was forced back to the cock that was pushing ever deeper into
her. She had thought that after all of the previous abuse she had
experienced every variation of penis that existed, but Adam's dick was
stretching her wider and pushing deeper than any of the others.

   Wrapping her arms tightly around Karen's upper thighs, she lowered her
forehead to rest on one of the cheerleader's bottom cheeks.  A cross
between a moan and a whimper escaped her lips when he came to a stop
pressed firmly against the deepest part of her, a part that she had known
existed but had never managed to touch with a finger, vibrator or hairbrush
handle.  The odd sound turned into a squeal and her body trembled as he
tried to push farther still.

   At her cry of pain, Adam immediately stopped with another whispered
apology.  He stayed motionless, rubbing her back and bottom soothingly
until her trembling eased.  With a loud moan, he then slowly withdrew until
her labia were barely wrapped around his tip before sliding firmly back
home.  After the first few strokes, he lost control and fucked her with
wild abandon, slamming the head of his huge cock against her cervix at the
end of each thrust.  She couldn't help but notice that his loins never
slapped against her ass, as had those of the other boys who had fucked her.
Just how big was his cock?

   The heady mixture of pleasure and pain that jolted through her body at
each such impact tore away the remaining fog of inebriation and the wall of
indifferent resignation she had constructed to shield her psyche.  She
threw her head back with a scream and ground her hips back to meet his
thrusts, reveling in the sensation of his spongy head rubbing and circling
the tiny opening to her womb.

   Her actions did not go unnoticed by the crowd, who shouted out crudely.

   "That slut's in heat!  She likes the geek's big dick!"

   "I'm waiting for it to come poking out her mouth!"

   "How do you think she'd like that hunk of meat in her ass?"

   Trembling in orgasm, Terri paid them no mind.  She was so lost in bliss
that she barely noticed when Karen was pulled away from in front of her,
and might not have if the sudden loss of support hadn't made her collapse
until her chest and face were resting on the floor.  Panting heavily, she
turned her head to the side and watched the floor go back and forth with
the rhythm of Adam's relentless thrusts.  Her bruised breasts and swollen
nipples rubbed painfully against the rough wooden planks, but even that
discomfort could not diminish her pleasure.

   "You feel so good, Terri," Adam moaned, his stutter lost in passion. 
"Even better than I dreamed you would."

   Both flattered and disturbed by the implication that Adam often dreamed
of fucking her, Terri still groaned in reply, "Keep fucking me ...  Your
huge cock stretches me so good ...  If I'd known how big you were and how
good a big dick would feel inside me, I would have let you fuck me years
ago."

   There was a moment of silent shock after her words and then the room
exploded in laughter.  Terri ignored it, continuing to roll her hips to
make his cock swirl inside her tunnel, touching every surface and pummeling
her cervix.

   It ended all too soon.  With a roar, Adam gripped her hips hard, holding
himself inside her as deep as he could go.  She whimpered in pleasure as
she felt his cock swell, throb and pulsate within the tight embrace of her
cunt.  Moments later, this was followed by sudden warmth as his cum
splashed as close to her unprotected womb as was possible.

   When he was done, he leaned down over her back to hug her tight.  "Uh,
th-th-thank you, T-t-terri," he whispered mournfully.  "I'm s-s-so
s-s-sorry, b-b-but I c-c-couldn't help myself."

   Her eyes still closed as she rode out the end of her own orgasm, Terri
reached back to cover one of his hands with hers.  "It's okay, Adam," she
murmured, marveling at the fact that she was actually trying to comfort a
guy who had technically just raped her.

   "Get out of the way, geek," a deep voice grumbled.  "I want a turn at
her ass."

   Terri stayed meekly motionless as Adam was forcibly pulled from her, his
half hard cock leaving her pussy with an audible pop and a release of
compressed air.  Another boy quickly took his place behind her, but she
didn't bother to look to see who it was.

   Hands gripped her hips and she clenched her teeth to prepare for the
anal violation she was certain would be shortly forthcoming.  Instead, the
hands twisted, forcing her over onto her back.  She groaned in pain as her
knees were pushed back by her ears, lifting her hips high off the floor and
nearly bending her double.  She forced her eyes open to see who was
subjecting her to this new indignity and found herself looking into the
maliciously leering face of Jimmy, the obese center of the football team.

   "I may not be as hung as your little geek friend, but, trust me bitch,
you're going to feel me," he grunted as he reached beneath his rolls of
flesh to take his cock in hand.  He rubbed the head teasingly between the
lips of her vagina before pushing it over her taint to lodge in the
depression of her anus.  He leaned forward so his gut was resting on her
inner thighs and her already straining back was forced to support his
weight.

   He then violently arched his spine, putting his considerable mass fully
behind his thrust.  Terri screamed as her asshole practically snapped open
to admit him and he surged inside until his balls slapped against her
bottom.  Grinning down at her, he worked his hips from side to side.

   "I fucked your freaky friend's cunt a little while ago, and, even with
all the jizz that was in it, it was tighter than your ass," he hissed. 
"Either Brad's dad really reamed you out good, or you take it up the butt a
lot." He circled his hips, sliding his cock back and forth past her
spasming sphincter.  "So tell me, bitch: can you feel me?"

   That Terri's eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth was hanging open in
silent agony should have been answer enough, but he wanted to hear her say
it.  He grabbed her tits and squeezed them until the creamy flesh that
billowed above his hands like muffin tops turned a bright, angry-looking
red.  "I said: can you feel me, bitch?"

   "Yes!" Terri screamed.  "I can feel you!  No more!  Please!"

   Laughing gleefully, he mimicked her in a high pitched voice, "No more!
Pwetty, pwetty pwease." His voice became deeper.  "Sorry, baby, but you're
going to get more.  I already came once in your friend's cunt and again in
your mouth, so I'm going to be fucking your ass for ages."

   Terri blinked up at him reproachfully, wondering why she couldn't recall
sucking his cock.  Then again, other than the wide receiver who had been
the first to use her mouth, she couldn't really recall any of the seemingly
endless procession as anything other than a blur.

   Keeping his tight grip on her breasts, he began to rut into her, his
sweat dripping down on her chest and face while a steady stream of semen
left behind by those who had gone before flowed from the gaping lips of her
vagina down her belly.  As she thrashed her head from side to side, she saw
that Brad had again claimed 'dibs' on being the first to use one of Ann's
orifices, and was pounding away in her ass.  Ann's body was limp, held up
on all fours only by the hands that Brad held splayed across her stomach.
She had the vacant stare of a disaster survivor.  Her face was covered with
dried semen and her hair was crusted with sweat and cum.  Terri wondered if
she looked as bad.

   Finally registering Terri's sympathetic gaze, Ann whimpered in a near
monotone, "He put his thing in my butt, Terri.  Why would he do that? 
Doesn't he know it hurts?  Hurts so bad..." She cut off with a wail when
Brad smacked her bottom.

   Nearly weeping at her friend's distress, Terri reached out to take her
hand, finding it cool and clammy.  She squeezed it hard and had to wait a
long moment before she received a barely perceptible squeeze in return.

   On Terri's other side, Jenny was holding Karen, now stripped completely
nude, in place with her bottom in the air and her chest on the floor.  Her
breath hissed out in time with each forward thrust made by Mr.  Garner, who
was chortling over the good fortune of having taken two teenage anal
cherries in one night.

   To Terri's surprise, Jenny suddenly reached up to make him stop.  It
quickly became apparent, however, that mercy wasn't a motivating factor.

   Before Mr.  Garner's confusion could turn to anger, Jenny leaned down to
yell in the other girl's ear, "What a lazy bitch you are!  Poor Mr.  Garner
worked all day and then had to go to the trouble of teaching that freak a
lesson.  I'm sure he's tired.  Why don't you treat him nice by fucking your
ass on his dick?"

   Karen exploded, "I can't believe I ever thought you were my friend! 
You're nothing but an evil bitch, and I am so going to kick your ass!"

   Karen struggled fiercely and might have gotten loose if not for Mr. 
Garner.  Keeping himself implanted in her ass, he took hold of her sides
and, with no sign of strain, forced her chest back to the floor.  Seizing
the opportunity, Jenny snaked a hand beneath the other girl's squirming,
heaving body.  Karen abruptly went still, every muscle tense.

   "Oh, I'm sorry," Jenny said sweetly.  "Don't you like having your clit
pinched?  Now, why don't you start doing what I told you to?"

   Her eyes promising murder, Karen forced her way up until she was resting
on her elbows.  Grunting with effort, she rocked back and forth, pushing
Mr. Garner's cock in and out of her bowels.  With a cruel laugh, Jenny's
arm began a gentle motion, the pinch becoming something else entirely.

   "I want you to cum with a dick in your ass," she whispered.  "Cum for
me, Karen.  Show everyone what a slut you really are."

   Karen let her head loll down between her arms as she worked Mr. 
Garner's cock in and out of her body, trying to ignore the sensations Jenny
was producing on her clit.  Unfortunately, Jenny knew exactly how to rub
her little button, and Terri had done too good of a job loosening and
lubricating her ass for the pain of penetration to be enough to stifle the
rising heat.  It wasn't long before Jenny cackled as she got what she
wanted.

   True to his word, Jimmy humped away on top of Terri for at least a half
hour.  Although she was certain that her spine would snap at any moment,
the pain from her ravaged asshole gradually faded into an obscene and
unwanted pleasure.  The relief she felt when Jimmy finally came with a
groan was dispelled when he collapsed on top of her, nearly suffocating her
beneath his weight.

   When he laboriously climbed off of her, she rolled into a fetal ball on
her side, rubbing desperately at the sharply cramping muscles of her lower
back.  Dimly she wondered what time it was.  Were her parents home from
card club yet?  Were they worried about her?  What would they think if they
knew that she had spent a good part of the evening being fucked in the
mouth and pussy by dozens of boys before being sodomized?  What would they
say if they knew that she had enjoyed, even more than enjoyed, at least
part of it?

   She saw that Brad had also finished, allowing Ann to collapse limply to
the floor after he was done with her.  Noticing her concerned look, he took
hold of one of Ann's legs and dragged her around until Terri was looking up
between her friend's thighs.  Straddling Ann's back, he then parted her
cheeks with one hand to reveal the tiny girl's loosely gaping and swollen
hole.  Smiling widely, he smoothly pushed two fingers of the other hand all
the way in.

   "Pa was right.  She takes a cock in her backdoor real easy now."

   He laughed when Terri could only respond with a numb stare and then
tromped off to get another beer.  She was reaching worriedly out to her
apparently unconscious friend when hands seized her hips and pulled her
back up onto all fours.  A cock traced up and down her perineum while hands
squeezed and fondled her buttocks.

   "Where do you want it, Terri?" a voice asked gruffly from behind her. 
"In the cunt or in the ass?"

   "Please put it in my pussy," Terri whimpered.

   "I can't hear you.  Why don't you reach back and spread open the hole
you want me to fuck?"

   One of Terri's hands shot back toward her pussy.

   "No.  No.  Use both hands and reach in from the sides."

   She lowered her chest back to the floor and complied.  Despite all that
had happened, she still blushed as she spread her labia wide apart.  The
humiliation only grew as flashes from behind her revealed that some of the
boys were taking pictures of her lewd display.

   "Are you sure that's where you want it?"

   "Yes."

   "Beg me to fuck you there."

   Beyond shame, wanting only to avoid another buggering, Terri mumbled,
"Please fuck my pussy."

   "Hmmm, I dunno.  It doesn't sound like you mean it.  Say it louder and
tell me how much you want it.  Talk dirty and make me believe it."

   Summoning all the strength she could muster and still holding her labia
wide open, Terri licked her dry lips and said, "Please, I'm begging you to
fuck my pussy.  I want to feel your hard cock deep inside my hot, wet
cunt."

   The boy behind her snickered.  "That wasn't bad, but I'm just messin'
with you.  I'm gonna fuck your ass."

   He immediately put his words to action, hammering into her bottom.  As
he did so, Terri saw another boy straddle Ann's upper thighs and guide his
cock into her limp, unresponsive body, leaving her lying flat on the floor
as he used her for his pleasure.

   There were no lines for this round as most of the guys had gotten off
two or three times already, and their lust was sated.  The ones who did get
it up for another turn, however, lasted a lot longer than they had earlier,
humping away at their orifice of choice for a half hour or more at a time.

   Without any pressure to finish and move on, some of those who took a
final turn used the opportunity to act out their fantasies.  One boy
spanked Terri while driving fingers into both of her holes.  Another sat on
her stomach and slid his cock back and forth between her tits, making her
lick the tip each time it popped out.  After his seed spurted weakly on her
chin, two other boys lay down on the rough floor.  One made Terri mount him
and take his cock into her pussy while the other did the same with Karen.
As soon as they were fully embedded, two other guys approached from behind
and slid their members into the girls' rears.

   Terri couldn't believe how full - how stuffed - she felt with two cocks
churning inside her guts, separated from each other only by a few thin
membranes.  Sandwiched between their heaving bodies with her clit grinding
into the loins of the boy below her, she was appalled to feel another
orgasm building up inside her.  She bit down on her lip to keep from
moaning, hoping that no one would notice the pleasure she was receiving
from the depraved act.  She gave up the effort only when Karen moaned loud
and long next to her, announcing her own orgasm.

   The boy in her pussy had finished and was amusing himself by playing
with her tits while he waited for his friend to obtain release in her ass
when Mr.  Garner reentered the barn.

   "Party's over, boys and girls," he announced loudly.  "Finish up quick
and get these sluts out of here."

   The boy fucking her ass made a few final rapid thrusts before sighing
with relief.  The moment he pulled free, the one beneath her heaved her off
of him, unceremoniously toppling her to the floor.  She struggled to her
knees, uncertain if she would be able to summon the strength to stand and
wondering how she would get home.

   Nearby, Karen was searching for her clothes, keeping her eyes downcast
and jaw set.  As she bent over to retrieve her panties, Terri saw cum
leaking from both of her reddened holes.  She searched for Ann and finally
found her buried under Jimmy's bulk, his hips rising and falling as he got
off one last time in her rear.

   She looked up as a hand gently took her upper arm and encouraged her to
rise.  Adam smiled at her weakly.  "D-d-don't w-w-worry, T-t-terri.  We'll
g-g-get you and Ann home.  We tt-tried to f-f-find your clothes, b-b-but
they're g-g-gone."



   Leaning on Adam for support, Terri shakily made her way outside to the
old Toyota, noting distantly that the horizon was growing bright with the
coming dawn.  Jeff carried Ann's catatonic body over his shoulder.  Terri
pretended not to notice that the hand he had on Ann's bottom was doing a
lot more that merely holding her in place.

   Terri slumped in the passenger seat, tears running down her face as she
considered what the evening had taught her about herself.  She had orgasmed
- not just once, but many times while being gang raped.  Was she truly a
slut or some kind of nymphomaniac?  Had her rapists been right all along
when they had called her a freak?  She twisted around to look into the
backseat at her unconscious and traumatized friend, again pretending not to
notice that Jeff was openly fondling Ann's small breasts.  Was she better
off being whatever she was, whether that be slut, nympho or freak, than she
would be if she had responded to the night's events as Ann had?  No answers
came to her exhausted mind.

   Seeking comfort, she leaned over against Adam, burying her head in his
chest.  The car swerved crazily back and forth across the road before he
regained control and settled an arm around her.  He ran his hand soothingly
up and down her flank, and, when his fingers occasionally brushed across
the side of her breast or extended down to run across her bottom, she
didn't protest.

   "Everything will be okay, T-t-terri," he mumbled.  The words sounded
hollow and meaningless even to him.

   Terri cried herself to sleep on his shoulder, rousing only when the car
came to a lurching stop.  Sitting up, she gazed at the unfamiliar location
with bewilderment.

   "Where..?  What ...?" she stammered.

   "We didn't think it would be a good idea to drop you off at home the way
you are," Jeff answered.  "This is the alley behind my parent's house.  The
garage apartment is currently vacant, but the utilities are all on.  We
figured that you two could clean up here, and we could find you something
to wear."

   Terri nodded and accepted Adam's assistance in getting out of the car
and up the short flight of stairs while Jeff carried Ann behind them.  Once
inside the tiny apartment, Adam steered Terri into the bathroom, and Jeff
flopped Ann down on the bed that was the only piece of furniture in the
three room efficiency.

   Adam set her on the toilet and, while she relieved herself, rooted
around under the sink, coming up with a bar of soap, a bottle of shampoo
and a towel.  Placing the items on the edge of the combination shower and
bathtub, he turned to leave.

   "Wait," she protested feebly, "I'm going to need help."

   Adam hesitated, shifting back and forth uncertainly.  "Are you
s-s-sure?" he asked.  Under different circumstances, Terri would have
laughed at the eager expression that he was unable to conceal.

   At her nod, he quickly stripped and started the shower.  Absently, Terri
stared at his bobbing member which, even flaccid, was larger than any of
the others that had been in her that night.  When all was ready, he helped
her stand and get in the tub.

   Propping herself up against the wall, she sighed as the hot water beat
against her back.  Once she was steady, Adam climbed in next to her and
stood motionless, his hands reaching toward her several times only to fall
back to his sides.

   "Wash me?" she asked plaintively.

   He started with her hair, firmly supporting her head and neck as he
leaned her back into the spray before his fingers gently massaged the
shampoo into her scalp.  Just having the dried bodily fluids rinsed from
her made her start to feel human again, although she had her doubts that
she would ever truly be rid of the unclean feeling that pervaded her.

   She closed her eyes as he washed her face, scrubbing the best he could
without a washcloth.  After more than a few soaps and rinses, his fingers
came to an abrupt stop.

   She opened her eyes to find him staring at her avidly.  "What's the
matter?" she asked with alarm.

   He blushed.  "Nothing, s-s-sorry.  It's j-j-just that I've n-n-never
seen you without your makeup before." His blush deepening, he continued,
"Y-y-you're v-v-very p-p-pretty." His expression grew alarmed as he
realized what he had said, and he added in a rush, "Not that you aren't
beautiful with your makeup on!  You are!"

   Touched by the sentiment and amused that he could still be shy when they
were showering together, she leaned into him for a hug, her soap slippery
breasts sliding across his chest.  She smiled faintly as he trembled at her
touch.

   Next she held her arms up to the sides as he washed her from her neck to
her navel, paying particular attention to her breasts.  She would have
asked him to move on, but his touch was so gentle, in such marked contrast
to the rough mauling they had received earlier, that she let him linger as
long as he wanted.  As he worked, she watched in fascination as his cock
bobbed up and down, seeming to grow slightly with each movement.

   He came to a stop just below her belly button and looked up at her with
a question in his eyes.

   "Go ahead," she said softly, spreading her legs as far apart as the
small tub would allow.  "That part of me needs to be cleaned more than any
other."

   Although her entire pelvis was sore and aching, the soft touch of his
fingers on the outside of her sex made the heat start to rise inside her
again.  She surrendered to it, seeing no point in being demure now.

   "Inside, too," she gasped when it seemed like he might move on to her
legs.

   The soap on his fingers stung her as they slid easily into her, making
her wonder just how raw and abraded her intimate parts were.  Her eyes
widened when she saw that his cock was now fully erect and throbbing,
looking comically absurd on his slight, skinny frame.  Droplets of
lubricating fluid seeped from the tip, only to be washed immediately away
by the spray of water.

   Tenderly, she grasped it in her hand and stroked up and down its entire
incredible length.  Her fingers didn't quite meet around his girth.  They
leaned forward to rest their foreheads on the other's shoulder, intently
watching her stroking fingers and his plunging ones.  Using his cock like a
leash, she pulled him closer until the head was rubbing back and forth
across her clit.  No longer able to reach her slit, he raised his hands to
her breasts, pulling and squeezing her aching nipples.

   Silently, Terri turned away and bent down, pressing up against the
shower wall.  Her body trembled and she moaned deeply as the head of his
cock parted her labia and slid inside, filling her completely and
stretching her wider than she would have believed possible twelve hours
before.  When he was again as deep as he could go, she reached back and
grasped the part that was still outside her body.  To her astonishment, she
was not only able to wrap her hand fully around the excess, but had enough
room left over to stroke a fraction of an inch in each direction.

   He screwed her slowly and gently, mindful of the pain he assumed she was
in.  Although she appreciated his concern, it wasn't what she wanted.  He
looked at her in confusion when she abruptly pulled free, his cock jerking
up and down in protest at being so rudely evicted from its hot, wet cave.
She pushed him down to the bottom of the tub.  Squatting, she took hold of
his calves for support and impaled herself anew.

   She rode him hard and fast, slamming the head of his cock against the
mouth of her womb.  Twisting around to look over her shoulder, she grinned
at the expression of lust and wonder on his face as he watched her bouncing
bottom.  It felt good, even cathartic, to be the aggressor and to know that
someone still wanted her despite the things that had been done to her.

   Like wild beasts, they coupled savagely and violently, their moans and
groans resonating in the tight confines of the shower.  As she felt his
seed erupting against her cervix for the second time that night, he shouted
out breathlessly, "Oh, God, Terri!  I love you.  I've always loved you!"

   Surprised by his climax-induced confession, Terri nevertheless kept
riding his cock, which stayed hard enough long enough for her to reach her
own pleasure.  Afterward, straining to catch her breath, she turned around
to embrace him.

   Mortified by his statement, he lay stiffly in her arms until she
murmured, "Don't worry about it, Adam.  It was a very sweet thing to say.
After ...  what happened, you can't imagine what it means to me to know
that someone still cares."

   She brought her lips to his, kissing him softly.  As he returned it
eagerly, she realized that, in a reversal of the usual order of things, it
was the first time she had kissed a boy in a sexual manner.  She
immediately decided that she liked it and repeated it over and over again.

   Finally she disengaged.  "Thank you for being there for me and Ann
tonight.  Speaking of Ann, we had better get her cleaned up while there's
still some hot water left.  Could you bring her in?  It would probably be
best if I was the one to wash her."

   He nodded and reluctantly stood.  When he exited the bathroom, he
discovered that Jeff had pulled Ann's hips to the edge of the bed and was
holding her legs upright by the ankles as he thrust into her rapidly.  When
Adam got closer, he saw that Jeff was buried in the unconscious girl's
butt.

   "That's sick," he said disgustedly.  "Now get off of her so we can get
her cleaned up."

   "I'm almost done," Jeff panted.  "And what's sick about it?  I just
heard you getting some in the bathroom.  Hell, the whole town heard it. 
Anyway, it's not like she knows it's happening or that one more cock will
make any difference after all the other ones she had tonight.  Besides,
when are either of us ever going to get another chance to fuck a hot chick
in the ass?"

   Adam shook his head disdainfully, but waited the thirty seconds it took
for Jeff to reach a shuddering climax while buried balls deep in Ann's
bowels.

   As Adam struggled to lift her limp body, he told Jeff, "Why don't you go
find them something to wear?"

   Jeff grinned.  "I kinda like 'em the way they are," he replied, but he
headed for the door.

   When Adam lowered Ann into the tub, her body was so limp that Terri
hurriedly checked for a pulse.  Finding one, she breathed a sigh of relief.
After Adam made a diplomatic exit, she removed Ann's garter belt and
stockings and washed her friend as thoroughly as she could, tears welling
in her eyes at the sight of the deep, dark bruises that seemed to cover Ann
from head to toe.  The water was growing cold as she finished by probing
the other girl's vagina with a hooked finger to scoop out any remaining
emissions.  She considered doing the same with the other orifice, but it
looked so sore that she decided not to risk hurting her friend any further.

   When she looked up, she found Ann blinking at her, a vacant expression
on her face.  "Is it over?"

   Terri pulled her into a hug.  "Yes, it's over.  Adam and Jeff are
getting us some clothes and then we'll get you home."

   "I hurt, Terri.  All over."

   The only way Terri could reply to that statement was to cradle her
friend against her chest and rock her gently until she cried herself out.

   Shivering from the cold water, Ann pulled away with a few final
sniffles. While Terri shut off the water, helped Ann to stand unsteadily
outside the tub and gently blotted her dry with a towel, Ann raged about
what had been done to them.  Terri let her vent, responding only with an
occasional murmur of agreement, profoundly relieved that her friend was
showing some of her old spark.

   When Terri stood back to make sure that she hadn't missed any spots, Ann
stumbled forward to hug her desperately.  "I'm so sorry, Terri," she
wailed. "This is all my fault.  I shouldn't have made you go that party."

   Terri returned the embrace fiercely.  "Shhh, you didn't know what was
going to happen.  How could you?"

   "How are we ever going to go to school again and face them?  I'm so
ashamed..."

   "We have nothing to be embarrassed about.  They do." Or at least you
don't, Terri added to herself, her mind turning guiltily to the pleasure
she had experienced while being raped.  Pushing these thoughts aside with a
sigh, she leaned down to look Ann in the eyes.  "Besides, no matter how bad
the next few months might be, we'll get through it together." She held her
hand up with the pinky extended.

   With a faint smile, Ann reached up to wrap her own finger around the
proffered digit, completing the 'pinky swear' ritual they had followed
since they were three.  "I love you, Terri."

   Terri kissed her best friend tenderly on the forehead.  "I love you,
too, Ann.  Sisters forever?"

   "Forever." Giving Terri a wan smile, she added, "Well, at least I got
one thing right."

   "What's that?"

   "They'll be talking about us for years."

   Late that afternoon, Terri was lying in her bed, having spent most of
the day sleeping.  As punishment for staying out all night and not calling,
her parents had grounded her until she left for college.  That was fine
with Terri, who had no intention of ever venturing out into her hometown
again unless absolutely necessary.  She wondered how Ann had fared.  When
Terri had crawled into bed, she had still been able to hear Ann's parents
shouting from next door.

   She was considering taking another bath - her fifth of the day - when
she heard a knock on the front door, followed by her father talking to
someone in a low voice.  A few minutes later there was a second knock, this
one on the door to her room.

   "Come in," she said, after making certain that the long t-shirt she was
wearing covered her panties.  She stayed on her stomach; her bottom hurt
too badly to roll over without reason.

   "Uh, hi," Karen said nervously from her doorway.  "How are you doing?"
When Terri raised an eyebrow in reply, Karen muttered, "Yeah.  Sorry, dumb
question."

   The other girl took a few steps into Terri's room and closed the door
behind her.  She then hesitantly offered a bulging plastic bag.  "I raided
my dad's pharmacy this morning.  I got you a round of antibiotics to
prevent a UTI or any other infection from developing.  I was only able to
swipe them because they're a little past their expiration date and were
supposed to be destroyed, but they should still work.  I also picked you up
a couple of douches and an enema.  It may sound unpleasant, but they made
me feel better this morning, or at least more clean.  Finally, there are a
bunch of creams and a morning after pill as I didn't know if you were on
birth control.  I have another bag for Ann out in the car."

   Terri had trouble coming up with a response, not knowing what to say to
the person who'd had Terri's tongue in her butt.  The faint blush on
Karen's cheeks made Terri wonder whether the other girl was having similar
difficulties.  She finally settled for a faint, "Thanks, you didn't have
to."

   "Yeah.  I did.  Even drunk I knew that what we were doing to you was
wrong, but I didn't realize just how horrible it was until it happened to
me too.  I know I can never make it up to you, but I did want to say I'm
sorry."

   Terri snorted.  "It wasn't your fault.  There wasn't anything you could
have done to stop it.  After all, look what happened when you did.  If
anything, it's all my fault for letting Ann talk me into going there when I
knew it was a bad idea."

   Karen sat on the edge of the bed, wincing slightly.  "Don't you dare
blame yourself for what those brutal assholes did to you - to us." Looking
down, she muttered angrily, "I can't believe I ever thought that any of
them was my friend, especially that bitch Jennifer."

   They sat in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes until Karen said
hesitantly, "By the way, do you need the morning after pill?  If not, it
would save me a lot of hassle if my dad doesn't come up short when he does
the count."

   Terri sighed.  "If it's not too much trouble, I could use it.  Ann and I
were ...  ah ...  not sexually active until last night, so neither of us
are on birth control."

   Terri squeaked in surprise as the other girl pulled her into a rough
embrace, patting and rubbing her back while letting loose a torrent of
apologies and condemning the acts of her former clique.  Terri struggled
briefly for freedom before realizing that resistance was futile.  Settling
into the embrace, she wrapped her arms around Karen to wait out the storm
of outrage.

   Suddenly, memories from the prior night rose unbidden in Terri's mind:
the scent of Karen's arousal; the way the other girl had tasted and felt
beneath her tongue; and the way the sexy brunette had trembled at the touch
of Terri's lips upon her clit.  Added to these memories were the current
sensations of Karen's bosom heaving against its counterpart and her hot
breath against the nape of Terri's neck.

   They held the embrace long after Karen had ceased making apologies and
ranting about the rapists.  When they separated, Terri noted with interest
that Karen's face was flushed, her pupils dilated and her breath short.

   Karen stood abruptly and, her voice quavering, asked hopefully, "Maybe
we can hang out sometime?"

   "I'd like that," Terri replied.  Karen nodded, shot her a shaky smile
and turned toward the door.  Only yesterday, Terri would have let her go.
She didn't know if the new, aggressive part of her had been created by the
ordeal or only awakened by it.  She couldn't decide if it was a good thing
or bad.  All she knew is that she had to give it what it wanted.

   "Could you do me a favor before you go?" she asked just as Karen was
shutting the door behind her.

   "Sure," Karen replied immediately, returning far too quickly for her
casual tone to be taken for anything other than a pretense.

   "You said you brought creams?" At Karen's nod, she then asked, "Could
you help me put them on?"

   A sultry smile spreading across her lips, Karen reached for the bag.

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