They were greeted by the sound of a female voice as they moved slowly down theshort passageway leading to the main changing room.

"Oh… yes… yes… yes."

The voice was low and hoarse with lust. The Schaefer brothers hurried forwardas best they could and peered around the corner into the main part of the room.

"Oh yes… fuck me… fuck me…"

It was Stacy Richards! The brothers looked on in amazement. Some guy was lyingback on a bench while Stacy Richards - THE Stacy Richards - slid up and down onhis hard cock. Her short skirt was pulled up around her waist, and they couldclearly see where the cock slid in and out of her moist cunt.

"Oh… oh… oh…"

She had stopped formulating words, and was just panting and whimpering as thepace sped up. Stacy’s pretty, blue blouse was undone and she was franticallymauling her own tits. Her chest glistened with sweat as her lithe body bobbedup and down like a yo-yo on the impaling cock.

"Holy cow!" Simon, the younger of the two brothers, was unable to containhimself. Frank swatted him on the back of the head, but it was too late; thedamage was done.

Stacy stopped bouncing and looked up in shock. Someone was watching! Beneathher, Paul struggled, trying to sit up. She fought to hold him down - he wasjust about to come! - but when he saw Frank and Simon standing there with theirmouths gaping open, he cursed and scrambled back along the bench. His cockpulled out of Stacy’s sopping pussy just before he came, spraying sperm ontoher stomach and legs.

"No!" Stacy grabbed at it and tried to push it back into her cunt before itstopped spraying; IT DIDN’T COUNT unless he came inside of her. But Paul wastoo quick, twisting out from under her and scrambling quickly to his feet.Flushing red with embarrassment, he pulled his pants up, pushed blindly pastthe Schaefer brothers and ran out the door and into the gym. There was a briefsurge of bad rock music, and then the door slammed shut behind him with a loudbang.

Stacy sat straddling the bench, panting with rage and frustration as thestill-warm sperm dribbled down her stomach and coagulated in her pussy hair. ITDIDN’T COUNT! And she was still so horny…

She heard a sound in front of her and looked up. The Schaefer brothers,mortified and confused, were turning to leave.

"Wait," she cried.

Frank turned and looked at her. Oh god, she thought, the Schaefers. Shefelt like crying as she regarded their obese bodies and vapid faces. Outwardly,however, she smiled her most seductive smile and - feeling like an absoluteslut - gestured for the two brothers to come forward. Her left hand crept upand tweaked her nipple; an involuntary shudder of pleasure ran through herbody.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…

"The Schaefer’s?" Karen burst out laughing. "That’s great. Just perfect."

"Not only that," Gary continued, "but I think that the younger one has fallenin love with her. He’s already asked her out for the weekend." He was loungingback in his seat with his feet up on his desk beside his computer.

"And?" The question came from Neil. He sat up beside Karen on Gary’s bed.

"Well, she accepted," Sharon answered. "For five dollars, of course." The fourteenagers burst out laughing.

"Wouldn’t want them to think she was cheap, or anything like that."

They were relaxing in Gary’s bedroom, going over the updated database onStacy’s "conquests" and entering new information. Gary had been forced to add anew category for repeat performances. At the top of the list was Tim Myers andDennis Baxter, two guys from Stacy’s Recreation class; they had each fucked hersixteen times.

"But the best part," Sharon continued as the laughter died down, "was that hewanted to take her out in public; to a movie of something."

This brought fresh laughter.

"So what did she do?" Karen asked. The normally shy girl was beginning to feelmore confident around these people. They were her friends.

"What could she do? She came on all seductive and told him how she would ratherspend her time with him alone; in private, so they could have more fun. So, heended up inviting him to his place for a little fun."

Another round of laughter.

"So what about the latest round of pictures?" Neil asked a few moments later."The first set did pretty well. Any luck with the new ones."

Gary smiled crookedly. "Oh yes," he answered. "Cumshot magazine brought theentire series we shot with her sucking you off. You’re going to be famous; orat least your cock is going to be famous."

Neil was impressed. "Cool."

"How much?" Sharon asked.

"Six hundred," Gary answered. "Young Things also bought the set with her andthe dildo. They’ll also be publishing the photos from the first set in thismonths' issue. That’s another $750 to split up. There’s a couple others aswell."

Karen looked on unbelieving as Gary began to split up the money. She had onlybecome involved in the group’s activities after the first set of pictures hadbeen taken, and she had no idea they were making so much money.

"Uh… guys?" She had an idea. "Maybe we can get Ashley involved in thissomehow. I could use some of that money."

Gary looked up at her. "Would she do it? Would she pose for pictures?"

Karen thought for a moment. "Well, it might take some convincing; particularlyif she knows they’re going to be published…"

"Oh, don’t tell her that," Sharon interrupted. "Stacy doesn’t know. We got herto sign a release one night while she was high on Gary’s drugs. All she knowsis that we’re taking the pictures for our own use."

A slow grin began to creep across Karen’s face. That was possible… and shesure could use the money. "I’ll see what I can do."

Gary nodded, and went back to counting the money. The four teenagers sat insilence for a few moments, contemplating their profits.

"So," Neil said eventually. "What’s this I hear about another football party?"

Stacy blew into the whistle, signalling the end of the Recreation class. At the"request" of a couple of her students (ie. Tim & Dennis) and with thesubsequent "encouragement" of Sharon, she was dressed in an ultra-short tennisskirt which barely reached four inches below the bottom curves of her ass. Shehad been wearing this outfit to Rec class for the last few weeks, and the malecontingent of the class had been enjoying the show, particularly when she hadto bend down to pick up sports equipment. At first, she had been mortified, andflushed red every time she caught some of her students staring at her, butafter a while she learned to ignore the attention, or, at least, live with it.It might not have been so bad if she had been allowed to wear panties.

The class dispersed and Stacy wandered into the office space set aside for theRec instructors and began to prepare for Tim and Dennis’s inevitable visit. Shehad been fucking and sucking them the both of them weekly ever since firstterm. Closing the door behind her, Stacy walked quickly to her bag and pulledout a thermos. She did not want to be caught before she could drug herself withGary’s mixture. She knew it made her act like a slut, but what else could shedo? Sex without the drugs was painful and humiliating; the drugs at least tookcare of the pain.

Stacy opened the thermos and took a drink, grimacing at the taste. Beer! Shehated beer. During the last couple of months, Gary had, for some reason, beenvarying the type of alcohol in which he mixed the drugs. At first, it hadalways been scotch whisky, but lately he had gone through vodka, gin, wine andnow beer. Stacy had wanted to ask why, but was too scared. Of her threetormentors, Gary was by far the scariest. Sharon was a sadistic bitch andthoroughly enjoyed dominating Stacy and Neil was constantly forcing her to havesex with him, but there was something weird about Gary. Something dangerous. Itwas best just to do what he said and not ask questions.