Again, Karen drew Ashley down for a kiss. This time, Gary thought he saw Ashleyparted her lips in anticipation, but he couldn’t be sure.

Stacy crouched on her knees, trying to remain silent as she hid under the desk.A thin trickle of sperm seeped out of her cunt and began to run down her leg,but she ignored it. Who was it? What had they seen? Furiously, she tried to doup the buttons of her blouse and straighten out her short skirt. Her heartalmost stopped as she heard footsteps coming around the front of the desk. Aface appeared: Dennis! Stacy trembled with relief; thank god it was someone whoalready knew about her.

She started to back out from under the desk, but Dennis gestured for her toremain where she was. What was going on? She froze again as another set offootsteps crossed the room. Tim? It must be… No, it wasn’t. Another boy… itwas Ted Reed, another of her students, sat down in the same chair Mr. Edgar hadoccupied a few moments earlier.

"Go ahead," she heard Dennis say. "She loves to suck."

Stacy flushed with anger. That asshole! She started to back out again, but thenstopped as Ted pulled his rock-hard cock out of his pants. She stared at it;Ted was a student at Greenwood; he counted against her quota.

"C’mon, slut," Dennis ordered. He bent down and slapped her hard on her exposedass. "I promised my friend here a blowjob."

Stacy gritted her teeth and tried in vain to recapture any vestige of thearousal she had been experiencing a few moments earlier with the math teacher,but there was nothing left. The intense orgasm along with the shock of beingdiscovered seemed once again to have burned away the effects of drug. Shethought longingly of the thermos sitting on top the desk; she had been luckyenough to get a swallow from it while Edgar had pulled down his pants, but itdidn’t look like she was going to get the chance here.

"Stacy." Dennis leaned over and looked at her from the front of the desk, "Idon’t have to make any threats, do I?"

Groaning her disgust, Stacy leaned forward and slipped her delicate fingersaround the teenager’s cock. Ted gasped and tensed up as her pink tongue flickedout and began licking the head. Her other hand went down to her cunt and beganrubbing, trying to get herself hot enough to tolerate what she was going tohave to do. Once again, she thought longingly about the thermos, but knew thateven if she could get to it, she should save it for later on. She was due atthe Schaefer’s later that afternoon.

She slipped her experienced lips over Ted’s leaking cock and began to suck inearnest. This shouldn’t take her too long.

Behind her, Dennis began to play with her ass…

"Do you remember Peter Jenkins?"

Sharon looked up from her position on the bed, where she was skimming throughthe latest National Enquirer. Gary was sitting in front of his computer with anold Greenwood school yearbook open in his lap.

"Huh?"

"Jenkins," Gary repeated. "Peter Jenkins. He was in grade twelve when you werein grade nine." He turned and handed over the old school yearbook, pointing toa picture. "That guy. He went out for Stacy for a little while, but she brokeup with him."

"Oh… that’s right. He’s the one who got so drunk at the Prom that he vomitedall over himself; they had to throw him out."

"That’s him." Gary took back the yearbook and gazed at the picture. "He wasfucked up over Stacy for months: a real basket case."

Sharon glanced back at her National Enquirer for a moment, but then turned herattention back to her boyfriend. He must have something in mind, even if it wastaking him a little while to get to it.

Gary just stared intently at the picture for a moment, saying nothing, and thenwent back to work on his computer.

"Yeah?"

Maybe a little prodding was necessary.

"Nothing special." He hit the return button on his computer, saving some work.That done, he turned back to Sharon.

"I heard he was working up in Point Hope."

Sharon waited silently for the other shoe to drop. This time, it was not longin coming.

"I was just thinking," he mused, gazing again at the yearbook, "that maybewe’re being a little greedy, keeping Stacy to ourselves up here in Bakersville.Wouldn’t it be nice if we could get him back together with his old high schoolflame… at least for one night?"

The game was over, and the players had long since showered up and left thebuilding. Biff Talbot lead his four friends into the now-deserted locker room.Together, they made up the first- string offensive line of the GreenwoodBulldogs, the football team at Greenwood High. As offensive linemen, they hadnot been picked for their speed, dexterity or intelligence. No; they occupiedthe position they did on the football team because of their size. The smallestof them, Billy Paxter - "little Bill" - was 6’2" and weighed just over 240 lbs.He received a lot of ribbing on the team because of his size.

Being an offensive lineman, even a good one, was not a particularly glamorousposition. It was pretty much all grunt work - "down-in-the-trenches" kind ofstuff. The type of football that won games by attrition, not by spectacularsolo efforts. Hence, all the attention… all the acclaim; all the girls wentto the players in the flashier positions, such as the quarterbacks and widereceivers and the like.

Until today.

Grinning his big, stupid grin, Biff flipped open the door to one of the unusedlockers at the end of the wall.

"Holy shit!"

Stacy flinched at the sudden brightness.

She had been crouched in the locker for almost three hours, ever since the endof the game when Barry Packard had hustled her into the locker room just as thefinal few moments expired on the clock. Barry hadn’t been "using" her sinceearly January, when he had started going steady with another girl at school,but he hadn’t forgotten Stacy either. Particularly when Neil had "explained" afew things to him. At first, he had been a little depressed at the knowledgethat Stacy had only been fucking him because she was being forced to do so.Then he got angry; the bitch wouldn’t give him the time of day unless she hadto! At least he was seeing Heather now. And, he thought, philosophically, Stacywas such a slut these days, he didn’t really want to fuck her anymore. She wasused goods. Who knew where her pussy had been?

Nevertheless, although he might not want her anymore for himself, he couldalways do favours for his buddies. Stacy hadn’t complained when he told herwhat she was to do, not that it would have done her any good. He had been quiteprepared to "insist". She had just stared down at the ground and nodded herhead silently when he had told her what she was going to do; all five guys were"new meat" (Sharon’s term). Each fuck would bring her closer to the end of herordeal.

"Get in," Barry ordered, opening up a locker. "Hurry."

Stacy hesitated slightly - the locker was pretty small - but then she obeyed.Making certain she had a firm grip on the small flask (red wine this time), shewriggled ass-first into the locker, facing outwards. Her tight littlecheerleading costume - green, sleeveless blouse and white skirt - rode up onher thighs, exposing her bare pussy to the open air. Barry, unable to resist,reached down and fondled it, slipping his middle finger into her snatch andwiggling it around. Stacy had not yet ingested any of the wine, and thussquirmed away. Barry didn’t notice.

A few seconds later, Barry stepped back to take a look. Stacy was wedgedbackwards into the locker, crouched on the heels of her feet, with her thighssplayed open. Looking good he thought. Just one more…