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 andslowly worked his penis out into the open. Once again, Barry was struck with asense of disbelief at what was happening. He had never heard of Stacy Richardsacting like this, even when she was going steady with someone. Even someonepopular. Nevertheless, he continued fondling the offered breasts, content tolet Stacy make the next move.

That move wasn’t long in coming. Stacy took a deep breath, opened her eyes andthen leaned back on the seat, away from Barry. She sat back against the cardoor and pulled up her skirt, revealing her legs, pale and white in thestarlight.

"Stacy…" Barry was suddenly unsure of himself; he had only had sex one timebefore, 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… todo it… have sex w-with you." Once again, her frightened, tentative mannerbelied the content of her words, but the content was enough for Barry, who wasalready 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 inthe too-small car seat. He began to thrust his hips forward.

"J-just a second." Stacy shifted her position, trying to avoid having herbreasts painfully crushed against Barry’s chest, but it was impossible. The carseat was just too small, and Barry was lying right on top of her. Resigned, shereached down and grabbed ahold of his penis with her long, cool fingers.

"Ok… Ok… now." Stacy mumbled instructions as she guided Barry’s stiff cockinto her pussy. He was more than co-operative, and thrust forward vigorouslywhen she instructed, but her pussy was still quite dry and she had to forceevery inch of inside her manually. Finally, it was inside. Stacy moved her handaway 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 hipsroughly 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, butwas unable to do so. A thin line of drool slipped from between Barry’s lips anddribbled down onto her chest as he pumped frantically. Gasping and moaning, shelay there as he suddenly stiffened and than came inside of her with a loudgrunt. Unnoticed by Barry, a tear welled up out of her eye and slid down theside of her face.

Finally, he relaxed, spent. As she lay there, crushed beneath his weight, shecould feel his penis shrivelling up inside her burning pussy as the warm spermbegan leaking out and down the inside of her thigh…

Gary hung up the phone just as Sharon entered his bedroom. He was sitting infront of his computer which in turn sat on top of a desk in the far corner ofhis room. He nodded a indifferent greeting to her, and immediately beganentering information into some sort of database program as Sharon walkedforward. She came to a halt just behind him, putting her hands onto hisshoulders.

"What’cha up to?" He seemed to be entering some names and dates into littleboxes on the screen (Sharon knew almost nothing about computers).

"That was Stacy on the phone," he answered, still working. "She’s fucked twoguys since last week. I’m just entering it into the system."

System? Sharon leaned in closer to the screen, suddenly interested. "Numberstwo and three! Tell me about it."

"Number two was Barry Packard." He fiddled with his mouse and then punched thereturn button on the computer; a new screen was called up. This screen held aname, a date and other information, including a small picture, obviously taken(scanned, although Sharon didn’t know this) from the school yearbook. "BarryPackard." Gary pointed to that name at the top of the screen, and slowly readoff the information as it appeared. "Fucked on Saturday, Nov.6; it occurred inthe front seat of his car, which was parked down by the beach. Apparently, hecame in about 20 seconds. Can’t blame him, I suppose."

Sharon laughed. "Number three?"

Gary pushed another button, and another list of information appeared. "GrantHardin." Sharon stifled a giggle at his name as Grant’s digitized picturestared sombrely out of the top left-hand corner of the computer screen. He hada big nose. "Fucked on Tuesday, Nov.9 in his bedroom. He also came veryquickly. He called out the name Susan when he came."

Sharon laughed again. "Seems there’s not too many boys around who can restrainthemselves 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 lookedintrigued at this suggestion, but didn’t say anything. Sharon moved away satdown on the side of his bed, pulling out a cigarette. He noticed that she had asmall 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 tocelebrate her success at the game." She reached into the bag and pulled out…

"You bastard!" Stacy cried. "You fucking bastard!" She lay on her back on theleather couch in her parent’s living room, her shirt and fingers sticky withsperm. She brushed her hands against the front of her shirt in a futile effortto wipe herself clean, but that only seemed to smear the warm, sticky fluidmore evenly down her front. She began to cry, involuntarily bringing a hand upto her face to cover her eyes. When she took the hand away, her eyelid andcheek glistened with sperm.

Toby Hooper, a tall, gangly nineteen year-old, had jumped back off of her afterprematurely ejaculating. His already freckled face turned bright red withembarrassment 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 meanto…"

"Just fuck off and get out of here!" Stacy screamed at him. "Get out!" Tearsran down her face, mixing with the quickly congealing sperm on her cheeks.

Toby, his pants now securely fastened, continued to stammer out incoherentapologies 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 disarrayand her shirt and face coated with his quickly drying sperm.

To Stacy, it had seemed like the perfect opportunity when Toby had comecollecting money that Saturday morning for his paper route. She considered himto be, like, a total loser at school (as well as being a grade behind her) anddid not find him the least bit attractive, with his messy red hair andfreckles, but he was a student at Greenwood. From her present, unwelcomeperspective, 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 hadthe week before - she was, after all, who she was - but it had turned out notto 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 dorkseemed determined to be faithful to her. Either that, or he was just too stupidand shy to take a hint. Stacy had swallowed her pride and had come onto himlike a bitch in heat - touching his hand; "accidentally" brushing against himwith her breast; making suggestive comments about being lonely by herself insuch a big house - but he would not react. Finally, she had been forced to comeright out with it and more or less ask him directly to have sex with her. Hehad risen to his feet and turned to go, stammering something about being behindon his paper route, but Stacy wrapped her strong arms around him and crushedher lips to his face in a passionate kiss. When she eventually disentangled hertongue from his, he was breathing hard, and no longer so anxious to leave.