She got him safely onto the couch in the living room and, after some morenecking, 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 hadroughly pulled her pants down to her ankles. She fell back on the couch andprepared to help guide his cock into to her still unresponsive pussy, but as hehad bent over her, his cock had twitched and the spurted jism all down thefront of her shirt. There was so much of it! He had been saving up for sixteenyears. She had thrown her hands up to protect herself, but had only succeededin getting the warm, sticky fluid all over her fingers.

Lying there, splattered with warm sperm, Stacy had begun the shrieking whichwould drive Toby out of the house.

By the time her tears had subsided, the sperm had soaked through her blouse andhad dried, sticky and brittle, against her skin. Her breathing steadied as shetried to come to terms with what she was becoming… what she was being forcedto become. Shaking, she got to her feet and stumbled to the phone to make thereport she had made twice before.

Then a shower.

Sharon’s surprise present had turned out to be a small, stainless steel charmbracelet. It was not particularly expensive or attractive, but was solidlybuilt, the links almost large enough to qualify as a chain. Almost. But, it wasstill a charm bracelet, and as such each link was designed in such a way as toallow for the attachment of numerous small pieces of jewellery, usuallyfigurines or symbols: small hearts and the like. Sharon had not forgotten aboutthat, and happily dumped the contents of a somewhat larger plastic bag onto thebed. The resulting pile revealed a large number - an even hundred, Sharon laterexplained - of small, steel "F"'s. Ordinarily, such ornaments would be worn oncharm bracelets by girls with names beginning with that letter, but in Stacy’scase the letter would stand for something else. Gary quickly figures out whatthat "something else" would be. By the end of the year, Sharon explained to alaughing Gary, Stacy’s charm bracelet should be displaying fifty-five suchornaments.

"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 atschool, Neil and Gary had contrived to lead the "pussy" into the metal-workingshop after classes. Before the frightened Stacy could protest, they had clippedthe charm bracelet onto her left wrist, and then forced her arm onto a nearbyworkbench. Sharon had watched from the doorway - serving as a lookout - asStacy started to struggle and cry out. Her struggles subsided, however, whenNeil brought the soldering iron and solder down to her wrist; the slightestmovement 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 thecharm bracelet, fastening it permanently to her wrist. She could still, ofcourse, easily remove it with the proper tools, but such a removal wouldcertainly leave evidence; evidence which, Gary quietly explained to Stacy,would lead to the imposition of further punishment and humiliation. The charmbracelet 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’snewly acquired bracelet. Silently, she affixed four of them, spreading themevenly along the bracelet. Stacy looked on in disbelief as understanding dawnedin her face. Immediately, her large, green eyes flooded with tears, but shedidn’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 thecharms. 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 theroom and walked away, while Gary stayed to stand watch. If she had turned tolook as she left the room, she would have seen Stacy, now on her knees, reachforward - the charms clinking merrily on her wrist - and begin to pull down thezipper of Neil’s pants.

Sharon had not needed to look back however. She had a pretty good idea of whatwould happen - what was happening as she sat on the school steps, enjoying acigarette. She was, however, rudely jarred from her pleasant thoughts by a doorbanging shut behind her, and the sound of someone crying. Turning, Sharon sawTami Slaighter, a classmate of hers. Sharon and Tami were not particularlyclose friends, but Sharon’s curiosity compelled her to stand up and comfort thegirl.

Bit by bit, the story came out as the sobbing Tami told Sharon the reason forher tears.

Dennis Baxter, eighteen years old, had had no direct experience with girls andwas 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’sstoreroom 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 warmenough, and in the gym when it was not - and was supervised by upper levelstudents for extra credit.

Dennis’s class was supervised by Stacy Richards, and it was her that he hadgone looking for after arriving late for class; Dennis had a Doctor’s note thatneeded delivering. When he had arrived in the gymnasium, his classmates hadtold him that the instructor had gone to the storeroom for some equipment. In ahurry 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 (nowforgotten) note he held clutched in his sweaty hand. As he looked through thedoorway, he was greeted by the sight of Stacy Richards on her hands and kneeswith her skirt hiked up over her hips, while Tim Myers - himself no older thanDennis - fucked in and out of her from behind. Tim grunted as he franticallypistoned his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her warmpussy. 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 histhrusts, squirming and wiggling as she did so.

Dennis’s mouth dropped open as he watched. He couldn’t believe what he wasseeing! He pushed forward a bit to get a better view, but accidentally bumpedagainst the doorframe. At once, Tim stopped moving and looked over at him, hisface red with shock and embarrassment. Stacy looked back over her shoulder atthe 18-year old, shaking her face free of her hair. "No!" She

sounded strange and anxious. "Don’t stop." She wiggled her hips hopefullyaround his still-sheathed cock. "Please… keep going," she begged. Shecrouched back, trying to impale herself further on his rapidly deflating cock.

Tim didn’t move. "B-but…" Unable to speak, he gestured towards Dennis, whostood frozen in the doorway. Stacy’s head turned towards him and she peered upat him from beneath the curtain of hair. At first she looked as shocked andupset 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. Dennisdidn’t need to be told twice. Carefully closing the door behind him, theteenager walked slowly forward, uncertain of what to do next. Stacy gestured athim to come closer as Tim’s thrusts regained their earlier rhythm, if somewhatlacking in their former urgency. The surprise at being caught had obviously sethim back a bit on the path to orgasm.