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                       STACY'S SENIOR YEAR
                           (PART FOUR)
                            By Parker

     WARNING: This is not a nice story. It features blackmail,
     non-consensual intercourse, humiliation, D&S and all that
     good sort of stuff (although not all of the above appears in
     every instalment). This story is not politically correct! If
     you are offended by this sort of thing, stop reading now,
     before it is TOO LATE! OK?
     - This is Part four of a ten part series. This means that
     you should read the other three parts first.

=================================================================

     NUMBER TWO:
     The blue Plymouth Valiant drove steadily through the mostly
deserted night streets of Bakersville, its headlights cutting a
swath through the surrounding darkness. Inside, Barry Packard
could barely believe his luck. He snuck a glance to his right,
trying not to be too obvious about it. Sitting beside him, in the
passenger seat, was - unbelievably - Stacy Richards, easily the
most beautiful girl in school (in Barry's opinion). She sat
quietly, staring straight ahead through the front window as the
car rolled along, her perfect features lit intermittently by the
passing street lights. She had seemed a little quiet and nervous
the entire evening, leading Barry to worry that she was bored or
unhappy with him - Barry was neither confident nor particularly
successful with girls -  but when he had apologised and offered
to take her home, she had insisted that she was having a good
time, and didn't want to go home.
     In fact, it had been her idea that they head down to the
beach. THE BEACH! That was the prime "make-out" spot for the
teenagers of Bakersville. On any given night, there would usually
be at least a handful of cars parked alongside the long dirt road
which traced the coastline to the south of the town. Barry had
never dreamed that one day he would be taking Stacy Richards
there (actually, he had "dreamed" about it several times; he had
just never imagined that it would really happen).
     Barry steered the car off the paved section of the street
and onto the bumpier dirt road which ran alongside the beach. In
reality, Barry had never expected that he would ever go on a date
with Stacy. Her kind was usually reserved for the star of the
football team, or some other equivalent sports hero, and even
then only for the duration of his fame. Barry, on the other hand,
was a second-string lineman, only put into the game when the
result was no longer in doubt. In fact, he really didn't even
like football. He was certainly not particularly ugly or
unpopular, but girls like Stacy were usually so far above his
particular level in the school social strata that he could only
dream of going out with her. It had been a matter of pride with
Barry that he had gathered the nerve to ask her out last summer,
and although she had turned him down at the time, she had been
less cruel about it than she could have been. Still, he had been
more than a little surprised when Stacy had called him up last
week and suggested a Saturday-night date.
     He had even half-expected that it would all turn out to be
some kind of a joke, but when he had arrived at her house to pick
her up, she had indeed been waiting for him, a vision of beauty
in her short skirt and light blouse. She hadn't seemed overly
friendly or talkative, but Barry didn't know enough about her to
know whether or not this was her usual behaviour. Still, the
movie and dinner had gone off OK, and, of course, it had been her
suggestion that they drive down to the beach afterwards. Even as
he drove along the beach road, Barry still couldn't believe it.
His cock bulged pleasurably in his pants as he steered the car
around a bend in the road.
     "How about here?" he asked, trying, but not quite
succeeding, to sound casual. His voice was hoarse and dry. He had
picked a fairly popular spot about half a mile along the road;
there was another car parked a couple of hundred yards away.
     Stacy shook her head, her blonde hair shimmering in the
starlight. "Further along," she said quietly.
     Barry shrugged and drove the car further along the road,
passing through and then leaving behind all of the more popular
and well-used spots. The road was almost deserted, which was
unusual for a Saturday night, but the weather had been turning a
little cold lately. In fact, Barry had seen Stacy shivering a
little earlier while they had been walking out of the restaurant.
He had noted that she was dressed quite lightly for November.
Even this far south, the weather began to cool down by this time
of the year.
     Twenty minutes later, Barry had parked the car in a suitably
secluded spot; there had been no one else on the road for the
last three miles. The night fell briefly silent as the car engine
was shut off, but the sound of the breakers crashing against the
shoreline quickly became apparent as the two teenagers sat for a
few moments in awkward silence. Barry was too nervous to start
anything, and Stacy just sat there, staring out over the dark,
black water.
     Barry could take it no longer. "Well..." He started to say
something, but was interrupted by the feel of Stacy's hand
against his. His throat constricted and his heart skipped a beat
as she slid across the seat and wrapped her arm over his
shoulder. She put her hand on his face and turned it towards her.
She was so beautiful in the starlight!
     "K-kiss me," she whispered, her voice shaking. She sounded
curiously reluctant, almost frightened. Barry, however, didn't
notice and probably wouldn't have cared if he had noticed. This
was a dream come true. He pulled her slim body towards himself on
the car seat and crushed his mouth to hers. After a brief
hesitation, her lips parted, allowing him to slip his tongue into
her waiting mouth. She wasn't kissing him back, though; she
merely accepted his advances passively as she sat beside him on
the car seat.  Barry, sensing her reticence, pulled away,
breaking the kiss.
     "Is something wrong?" he asked, short of breath. Stacy bit
her lower lip before answering. In the light, it looked to Barry
as if she was about to cry, but she just shook her head.
Satisfied, Barry leaned forward again. This time, she
participated, crushing her lips against his and moving her tongue
around in response to his advances. Soon, the two teenagers were
necking vigorously in the front seat of the car as the windows
began to steam up.
     A few moments later, Barry felt Stacy touch his hand and
then guide it slowly to her breasts. He responded by squeezing
and fondling them through the thin fabric of her blouse. Barry
could barely believe what was happening! Daringly, he pulled open
the buttons on her blouse; a couple of buttons broke free and
fell to the seat, but Barry didn't notice. Stacy didn't react. He
slipped his hand in and under her bra, cupping her breast. He
half-expected her to put a halt to it, but she just continued
kissing him. Gaining confidence, he reached around with his other
hand and unclipped the back of the bra. It fell away under her
unbuttoned blouse, leaving her breasts almost fully exposed to
his hands and eyes. Stacy tensed, but did not object or pull
away.
     Instead, she reached down and ran her fingers along the now-
conspicuous bulge in his jeans. Barry gasped; could this really
be happening? He pulled back and looked over at Stacy. Her eyes
were closed and her mouth was slightly open; she seemed to be
breathing hard, but it was difficult for Barry to tell in the
weak starlight. All he could see were her breasts rising and
falling beneath the open blouse. Misgivings aside, he reached
forward and began playing with those breasts, alternately
squeezing them and then tweaking the nipples. Stacy gasped at
this, but did not open her eyes.
     Meanwhile, her hand was at work, sliding open his zipper and
reaching inside. She pushed her hand through the already damp
front of Barry's underwear and slowly worked his penis out into
the open. Once again, Barry was struck with a sense of disbelief
at what was happening. He had never heard of Stacy Richards
acting like this, even when she was going steady with someone.
Even someone popular. Nevertheless, he continued fondling the
offered breasts, content to let Stacy make the next move.
     That move wasn't long in coming. Stacy took a deep breath,
opened her eyes and then leaned back on the seat, away from
Barry. She sat back against the car door and pulled up her skirt,
revealing her legs, pale and white in the starlight.
     "Stacy..." Barry was suddenly unsure of himself; he had only
had sex one time before, and this was largely uncharted territory
for him. "Are you sure you..."
     "Yes," she interrupted him, slipping her panties down her
leg. "I want to... to do it... have sex w-with you." Once again,
her frightened, tentative manner belied the content of her words,
but the content was enough for Barry, who was already near to
coming all over the car seat. He needed no more encouragement!
Awkwardly, he shifted himself around so he lay atop Stacy's
proffered body in the too-small car seat. He began to thrust his
hips forward.
     "J-just a second." Stacy shifted her position, trying to
avoid having her breasts painfully crushed against Barry's chest,
but it was impossible. The car seat was just too small, and Barry
was lying right on top of her. Resigned, she reached down and
grabbed ahold of his penis with her long, cool fingers.
     "Ok... Ok... now." Stacy mumbled instructions as she guided
Barry's stiff cock into her pussy. He was more than co-operative,
and thrust forward vigorously when she instructed, but her pussy
was still quite dry and she had to force every inch of inside her
manually. Finally, it was inside. Stacy moved her hand away and
squirmed around, still trying to get at least comfortable.
Finally, she settled on a position, and put her arms around
Barry's neck.
     After that, it was all over in a few seconds. Barry began
pushing his hips roughly back and forth, grating his cock in and
out of her unprepared pussy. Stacy tried to find a rhythm which
would minimize the pain and discomfort, but was unable to do so.
A thin line of drool slipped from between Barry's lips and
dribbled down onto her chest as he pumped frantically. Gasping
and moaning, she lay there as he suddenly stiffened and than came
inside of her with a loud grunt. Unnoticed by Barry, a tear
welled up out of her eye and slid down the side of her face.
     Finally, he relaxed, spent. As she lay there, crushed
beneath his weight, she could feel his penis shrivelling up
inside her burning pussy as the warm sperm began leaking out and
down the inside of her thigh...

                        *****

     Gary hung up the phone just as Sharon entered his bedroom.
He was sitting in front of his computer which in turn sat on top
of a desk in the far corner of his room. He nodded a indifferent
greeting to her, and immediately began entering information into
some sort of database program as Sharon walked forward. She came
to a halt just behind him, putting her hands onto his shoulders.
     "What'cha up to?" He seemed to be entering some names and
dates into little boxes on the screen (Sharon knew almost nothing
about computers).
     "That was Stacy on the phone," he answered, still working.
"She's fucked two guys since last week. I'm just entering it into
the system."
     System? Sharon leaned in closer to the screen, suddenly
interested. "Numbers two and three! Tell me about it."
     "Number two was Barry Packard." He fiddled with his mouse
and then punched the return button on the computer; a new screen
was called up. This screen held a name, a date and other
information, including a small picture, obviously taken (scanned,
although Sharon didn't know this) from the school yearbook.
"Barry Packard." Gary pointed to that name at the top of the
screen, and slowly read off the information as it appeared.
"Fucked on Saturday, Nov.6; it occurred in the front seat of his
car, which was parked down by the beach. Apparently, he came in
about 20 seconds. Can't blame him, I suppose."
     Sharon laughed. "Number three?"
     Gary pushed another button, and another list of information
appeared. "Grant Hardin." Sharon stifled a giggle at his name as
Grant's digitized picture stared sombrely out of the top
left-hand corner of the computer screen. He had a big nose.
"Fucked on Tuesday, Nov.9 in his bedroom. He also came very
quickly. He called out the name 'Susan' when he came."
     Sharon laughed again. "Seems there's not too many boys
around who can restrain themselves with Stacy Richards. She must
be a good fuck."
     Gary just shrugged. "Maybe. We'll see."
     "Perhaps we'll have to find her some real men," Sharon
suggested. Gary looked intrigued at this suggestion, but didn't
say anything. Sharon moved away sat down on the side of his bed,
pulling out a cigarette. He noticed that she had a small paper
bag with her.
     "What's that?" he asked, as she lit up and took a long,
satisfied drag.
     "Oh, just a little something for Stacy," she smirked. "A
little present to celebrate her success at the game." She reached
into the bag and pulled out...

                           *****

     NUMBER FOUR:
     "You bastard!" Stacy cried. "You fucking bastard!" She lay
on her back on the leather couch in her parent's living room, her
shirt and fingers sticky with sperm. She brushed her hands
against the front of her shirt in a futile effort to wipe herself
clean, but that only seemed to smear the warm, sticky fluid more
evenly down her front. She began to cry, involuntarily bringing a
hand up to her face to cover her eyes. When she took the hand
away, her eyelid and cheek glistened with sperm.
     Toby Hooper, a tall, gangly nineteen year-old, had jumped
back off of her after prematurely ejaculating. His already
freckled face turned bright red with embarrassment as he fumbled
to push his sticky cock back into his pants. "Jesus... I'm
sorry," he apologized, zipping up his jeans. "I d-didn't mean
to..."
     "Just fuck off and get out of here!" Stacy screamed at him.
"Get out!" Tears ran down her face, mixing with the quickly
congealing sperm on her cheeks.
     Toby, his pants now securely fastened, continued to stammer
out incoherent apologies as he picked up his paper-sack and
scurried out of the house. Outside, he jumped onto his bike and
pedalled furiously away.
     Behind him, Stacy continued to cry on the couch, her blonde
hair in disarray and her shirt and face coated with his quickly
drying sperm.

     To Stacy, it had seemed like the perfect opportunity when
Toby had come collecting money that Saturday morning for his
paper route. She considered him to be, like, a total loser at
school (as well as being a grade behind her) and did not find him
the least bit attractive, with his messy red hair and freckles,
but he was a student at Greenwood. From her present, unwelcome
perspective, that was enough. Her parents were away on one of
their weekend "getaways", so Stacy had been all alone in the
house when he came by.
     She had thought that he would prove as easy to seduce as
Barry and Grant had the week before - she was, after all, who she
was - but it had turned out not to be so easy. Toby was going
steady with a girl at school named Tami ("Toby & Tami..." she and
Ashley had enjoyed making fun of them), and the dork seemed
determined to be faithful to her. Either that, or he was just too
stupid and shy to take a hint. Stacy had swallowed her pride and
had come onto him like a bitch in heat - touching his hand;
"accidentally" brushing against him with her breast; making
suggestive comments about being lonely by herself in such a big
house - but he would not react. Finally, she had been forced to
come right out with it and more or less ask him directly to have
sex with her. He had risen to his feet and turned to go,
stammering something about being behind on his paper route, but
Stacy wrapped her strong arms around him and crushed her lips to
his face in a passionate kiss. When she eventually disentangled
her tongue from his, he was breathing hard, and no longer so
anxious to leave.
     She got him safely onto the couch in the living room and,
after some more necking, she had succeeded in extracting his
by-then rigid cock from his pants. By now, she had developed a
technique for getting at a boy's cock quickly, although she still
hated the feel of it. He was now co-operating fully, and had
roughly pulled her pants down to her ankles. She fell back on the
couch and prepared to help guide his cock into to her still
unresponsive pussy, but as he had bent over her, his cock had
twitched and the spurted jism all down the front of her shirt.
There was so much of it! He had been saving up for sixteen years.
She had thrown her hands up to protect herself, but had only
succeeded in getting the warm, sticky fluid all over her fingers.
     Lying there, splattered with warm sperm, Stacy had begun the
shrieking which would drive Toby out of the house.

     By the time her tears had subsided, the sperm had soaked
through her blouse and had dried, sticky and brittle, against her
skin. Her breathing steadied as she tried to come to terms with
what she was becoming... what she was being forced to become.
Shaking, she got to her feet and stumbled to the phone to make
the report she had made twice before.
     Then a shower.

                          *****

     Sharon's surprise present had turned out to be a small,
stainless steel charm bracelet. It was not particularly expensive
or attractive, but was solidly built, the links almost large
enough to qualify as a chain. Almost. But, it was still a charm
bracelet, and as such each link was designed in such a way as to
allow for the attachment of numerous small pieces of jewellery,
usually figurines or symbols: small hearts and the like. Sharon
had not forgotten about that, and happily dumped the contents of
a somewhat larger plastic bag onto the bed. The resulting pile
revealed a large number - an even hundred, Sharon later explained
- of small, steel "F"'s. Ordinarily, such ornaments would be worn
on charm bracelets by girls with names beginning with that
letter, but in Stacy's case the letter would stand for something
else. Gary quickly figures out what that "something else" would
be. By the end of the year, Sharon explained to a laughing Gary,
Stacy's charm bracelet should be displaying fifty-five such
ornaments.
     "Belling the cat," Gary chuckled. "I like it."
     "Not the cat," Sharon disagreed, "the pussy. Belling the
pussy."
     Gary had laughed again and then drew her towards him for an
appreciative kiss.

                              *****

     The actual "belling" had gone very smoothly, Sharon thought.
The next day at school, Neil and Gary had contrived to lead the
"pussy" into the metal-working shop after classes. Before the
frightened Stacy could protest, they had clipped the charm
bracelet onto her left wrist, and then forced her arm onto a
nearby workbench. Sharon had watched from the doorway - serving
as a lookout - as Stacy started to struggle and cry out. Her
struggles subsided, however, when Neil brought the soldering iron
and solder down to her wrist; the slightest movement would have
caused the molten solder to drip onto her exposed arm. Stacy
watched in silent horror as the two boys soldered shut the clip
to the charm bracelet, fastening it permanently to her wrist. She
could still, of course, easily remove it with the proper tools,
but such a removal would certainly leave evidence; evidence
which, Gary quietly explained to Stacy, would lead to the
imposition of further punishment and humiliation. The charm
bracelet would stay on her wrist until the school year was over.
     When Stacy had nodded her understanding, Neil took Sharon's
place at the door, and the pudgy girl moved forward and fastened
the small, steel "F"s to Stacy's newly acquired bracelet.
Silently, she affixed four of them, spreading them evenly along
the bracelet. Stacy looked on in disbelief as understanding
dawned in her face. Immediately, her large, green eyes flooded
with tears, but she didn't offer a protest. She knew there was
nothing that she could say.
     Sharon had smirked at her and moved back when she was
finished affixing the charms. She and Gary had turned to leave
the room, but Neil had stayed behind, moving towards Stacy with
an unmistakable glint in his eyes. Sharon left the room and
walked away, while Gary stayed to stand watch. If she had turned
to look as she left the room, she would have seen Stacy, now on
her knees, reach forward - the charms clinking merrily on her
wrist - and begin to pull down the zipper of Neil's pants.

     Sharon had not needed to look back however. She had a pretty
good idea of what would happen - what was happening as she sat on
the school steps, enjoying a cigarette. She was, however, rudely
jarred from her pleasant thoughts by a door banging shut behind
her, and the sound of someone crying. Turning, Sharon saw Tami
Slaighter, a classmate of hers. Sharon and Tami were not
particularly close friends, but Sharon's curiosity compelled her
to stand up and comfort the girl.
     Bit by bit, the story came out as the sobbing Tami told
Sharon the reason for her tears.

                            *****

     NUMBER FIVE - EIGHT:
     Dennis Baxter, eighteen years old, had had no direct
experience with girls and was certainly a virgin, but he knew sex
when he saw it. He was seeing it now, as he stared through the
partially open doorway which led to the instructor's storeroom in
the section of Greenwood set aside for the grade junior classes.
Every Friday afternoon, the kids took Recreation as the last
class of the day. This basically consisted of playing various
games - outside when it was warm enough, and in the gym when it
was not - and was supervised by upper level students for extra
credit.
     Dennis's class was supervised by Stacy Richards, and it was
her that he had gone looking for after arriving late for class;
Dennis had a Doctor's note that needed delivering. When he had
arrived in the gymnasium, his classmates had told him that the
instructor had gone to the storeroom for some equipment. In a
hurry to deliver the note and join his friends, Dennis had
hurried along, hoping to find her.
     Well, he had found her alright, but she was in no position
to receive the (now forgotten) note he held clutched in his
sweaty hand. As he looked through the doorway, he was greeted by
the sight of Stacy Richards on her hands and knees with her skirt
hiked up over her hips, while Tim Myers - himself no older than
Dennis - fucked in and out of her from behind. Tim grunted as he
frantically pistoned his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in
and out of her warm pussy. Stacy, her head down and face
curtained by her free-flowing blonde hair, was also making small
grunting noises as she moved her ass in time with his thrusts,
squirming and wiggling as she did so.
     Dennis's mouth dropped open as he watched. He couldn't
believe what he was seeing! He pushed forward a bit to get a
better view, but accidentally bumped against the doorframe. At
once, Tim stopped moving and looked over at him, his face red
with shock and embarrassment. Stacy looked back over her shoulder
at the 18-year old, shaking her face free of her hair.  "No!" She
     sounded strange and anxious. "Don't stop." She wiggled her
     hips hopefully around his still-sheathed cock.  "Please...
     keep going," she begged. She crouched back, trying to impale
     herself further on his rapidly deflating cock.
     Tim didn't move. "B-but..." Unable to speak, he gestured
towards Dennis, who stood frozen in the doorway. Stacy's head
turned towards him and she peered up at him from beneath the
curtain of hair. At first she looked as shocked and upset as Tim,
but she quickly recovered.
     "Come in, Dennis," she invited, her voice a hoarse whisper.
"J-Join the fun." This last sentence ended with a quiet squeal as
Tim began moving again. Dennis didn't need to be told twice.
Carefully closing the door behind him, the teenager walked slowly
forward, uncertain of what to do next. Stacy gestured at him to
come closer as Tim's thrusts regained their earlier rhythm, if
somewhat lacking in their former urgency. The surprise at being
caught had obviously set him back a bit on the path to orgasm.
     When Dennis was standing in front of her, Stacy reached up
and pulled down the zipper on his pants. She quickly slipped his
penis out and, without another word, began kissing and licking
it. Within minutes, it was as hard as a pole; Stacy engulfed it
with her mouth and began sucking for all she was worth, her lips
sliding up and down in time with Tim's regular thrusts into her
pussy. Plugged at both ends, she gasped and moaned as the two
boys pumped their rigid cocks in and out of her body.
     Eventually, the Tim and Dennis came, more or less at the
same time. Tim pumped his sperm into Stacy's warm, wet pussy from
the rear, while Dennis ejaculated into her mouth and down her
rapidly convulsing throat. She swallowed every drop before the
penis fell loose, making certain that no evidence of her
behaviour would remain on her clothing or face. Behind her, Tim
began to laugh.

                           *****

     Later that same evening, Stacy had phoned Gary and, as
required, gave him the details of her sexual activities. He had
accepted the information as usual, but had some additional news
for her.
     "Sharon talked to Tami today," he told her. "She knows what
happened last Saturday with you and Toby."
     "W-what do you mean? I already told you what h-happened."
Stacy felt sick to her stomach. What had she done wrong? Were
then going to release the pictures after all?
     "Your paperboy 'lover' never came inside of you. According
to Tami, he couldn't restrain himself. Is that what happened?"
     Stacy bit her lip and hesitated. She had not mentioned that
part of her encounter with Toby out of sheer embarrassment.  She
had been somewhat surprised to discover that she still had some
pride left, even after all that had happened - but she couldn't
see how that mattered.
     "Y-yes," she answered, finally. "That's what happened." Fuck
you, she thought.
     "Well then, you know the rules. It doesn't count unless your
partner ejaculates inside of you. Don't you remember?"
     Stacy's vision began to blur with tears. She remembered.
Gary evidently took her silence as agreement, because he
continued speaking. "You broke the rules. Not only does Toby not
count, but you now have an extra ten to do, bringing the total up
to an even sixty-five."
     SIXTY-FIVE!
     "You can't do that," Stacy exclaimed, horrified. He
couldn't...
     "I'm sorry; I didn't catch that." Gary sounded amused. "Did
you just tell me that I 'can't' do something?"
     Stacy bit her lip in an effort to regain control - in an
effort not to tell him what she really thought. Finally, she
mastered her emotions enough to answer him.
     "No. I didn't." Her voice shook. "You can do whatever you
l-like."
     "Right. Well, after fucking the two kiddies today, your
total was up to eight, but it goes back down to seven after we
subtract Toby. That leaves fifty-eight to go, right?"
     He seemed to expect an answer. "Right," she agreed, her
voice trembling. "Fifty-eight." Fifty-eight! Involuntarily, she
looked down at her wrist where the charm bracelet anchored the
four metal "F"s to her wrist. Fifty-eight.
     "We'll get the new 'charms' to you tomorrow. Oh, and one
other thing," Gary continued. "Tami is Sharon's friend, and she
is apparently quite upset about what happened. Sharon wants you
to apologise."
     "Apologise?!?"
     "She's asked Toby and Tami to meet her at the playing field
an hour before school on Monday. She wants you there to apologise
for trying to seduce Toby, and promise never to try it again."
     The line fell silent as Stacy struggled to comprehend to
enormity of the humiliation she was going to be forced to suffer
the following morning.
     "Do you understand?"
     Stacy took a ragged breath and then answered in the
affirmative. "Yes."
     "Good. Well... that's all then. Pleasant dreams." He hung up
the phone.
     Stacy slammed the receiver down, ran across her room and
threw herself down on the bed in pain and anguish. In fury, she
slammed her fists repeatedly into the unresisting mattress and
pillow, causing the charm bracelet - unimpressed by her display
of temper - to jingle quietly as the small, metallic "F"s flashed
silver on her wrist.

                          END PART FOUR
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