"Hold on," he muttered, moving away out of Stacy’s line of vision. Stacy waitednervously. The game must be over by now. Any moment there would be…

"Here we are."

Barry had returned with a couple of dildos a foot long,

"I know how hot you are," he muttered bending down. "I wouldn’t want you to getlonely down here while you’re waiting." He reached under her crotch and slowlyinserted one of the dildos handles into her dry pussy. Stacy squealed and triedto wriggle away, but the silver tube slid quickly up into her pussy until abouteight inches of it was lost from view. Barry propped it up on the base of thelocker. Stacy tried to push herself away, but was only able to move up aboutfour inches before her head hit the top of the locker; she was now effectivelyimpaled on the handle until she left the enclosed space.

Leering, Barry passed the other to her.

"This is for your mouth," Barry instructed her. "When my buddies open thislocker, I expect you to be tonguing it the way you sucked my cock a couple ofmonths ago."

Stacy looked up at him from where she crouched in the locker, her eyes wateringwith humiliation. "If not," he continued, unrelenting, "I’ll have to complainto Sharon." He smirked at her. " We wouldn’t want that, would we?"

A tear trickled down Stacy’s cheek as she nodded.

"How about a demonstration?" Barry suggested.

Stacy hesitated momentarily, but then brought the handle up to her mouth andbegan tonguing and licking it. She closed her eyes as she did so, trying toimagine that it was a real cock; that she was anywhere but here…

FLASH!

Stacy’s eyes flew open. Barry was standing in front of her with a polaroidcamera. He took another picture while she stared at him in panic and thenlowered the camera.

"Looking good," he laughed.

Stacy turned red, but continued sucking hungrily at the handle as she had beenordered to do.

Still laughing, Barry moved forward and slammed shut the locker door. Inside,Stacy pulled the handled out of her mouth and reached down for the thermos,wincing as the slight movement caused the unwelcome visitor in her pussy togrind itself in a little further.

Stacy had remained in the cramped confines of the locker for the next threehours before Biff and the rest of the linemen arrived. It had been quite hot inthe locker room, particularly as the boys were showering, and by the end of thethree hours, her entire body was damp with sweat. Her skirt was bunched up ather waist, and the shirt of the cheerleading outfit, never all that concealingin the first place, was now plastered to her upper body, clearly revealing herrock-hard nipples.

She had gone through most of the wine in the thermos, more from thirst thananything else, and she was almost unbearably horny. More than once during herstay in the locker, she had been tempted to burst out and grab one of the cocksthat floated so temptingly across her limited field of vision (there were smallventilation slits in the front of the locker), but common sense - and a gooddose of fear - had won out. There were over twenty boys in the locker room. Andshe still had some pride left. Her sluttishness was not yet common knowledge atGreenwood, and she desperately wanted to keep it that way. Only another fifteenor so guys to fuck.

So, in the end, she had to settle for sliding up and down on the now-slipperyhandle Barry had stuck in her pussy. By doing so and wriggling around as muchas she could, she managed to bring on several small orgasms in the course ofthe three hours as the boys of the football team showered and changed,unsuspecting, all around her. At one point, she was afraid that her moans wouldgive her away, but she was unable to stop herself from sliding up and down onthe metal "cock".

So instead, she stuck the second handle in her mouth and began to suck, thusmuffling any noises she might have made. Three hour passed slowly…

"Holy shit!"

Stacy Richards squinted up at the surprised football players from inside thelocker. Her cheerleading outfit was plastered to her sweat-soaked body. Herpussy, clearly displayed from in between her splayed thighs, sucked hungrily atthe shiny metal cylinder as she slide herself up and down on it. Her handsclutched another metal cylinder - barbell handle, Biff realized - and slid itsuggestively in and out of her mouth, between her shiny, wet lips. Her charmbracelet jingled quietly as she moved the metal handle up and down, all thewhile making quiet moaning sounds around the object in her mouth.

Biff tore his eyes away from this incredible sight and turned to his equallystunned friends.

"Guys," he chortled, "I give you… Stacy Richards. She’s ours for theevening."

"Jesus."

They couldn’t believe it. Stacy Richards; the Stacy Richards who had beenflaunting herself in front of them from the sidelines these last three years;the Stacy Richards who had teased them, yet only gone out with the quarterbacksand other stars; the Stacy Richards of their dreams. Bill moved forward first,reaching into the locker.

"Wait," Biff told him. Barry had given him some instructions. "Just wait asecond."

Biff moved forward and looked down on Stacy. She looked back up at him, tearsof humiliation burning in her large, green eyes; tears of humiliation… andsomething else. He reached down and gently took away the barbell handle she hadbeen sucking on. She moaned softly, but didn’t resist as he slid it out frombetween her lips.

"Stacy," he said quietly, "is there something you’d like to say?" Despite whatBarry had told him, Biff still couldn’t really believe she would say it. Onceagain, he was surprised.

"Fuck me," she moaned, eyes closing as she ground the second handled deeper anddeeper into her sopping pussy. "I need your cocks."

This was enough for the guys, and they surged forward. Biff, however, held themback again. One more thing…

"What do you say?" he asked the desperate girl.

She looked up at him for a few moments, but then glanced away, unable to meethis eyes.

"Please…"

"What? I didn’t hear you."

Stacy looked up at him, lips parted. "Please," she said, her voice louder."Please fuck me. I need you all; I n-need your cocks in me. Please fuck me…p-please shoot your sperm into me. Please…"

And they did.

Friday afternoon. 3:45 PM. The school cafeteria was almost empty, as most ofthe students at Greenwood had, typically, declined the opportunity to hangaround the school after classes. The weekend beckoned, and, with the wonderfullate spring weather, the beach was exerting its almost magnetic pull on theteenagers of Bakersville.

The cafeteria was not, however, completely deserted. Three students sat,quietly talking, in a corner table. Gary, as usual, did most of the talking. Hewas also the one who handed out the latest round of money from the sale ofpictures to various magazines. May had been a good month for them as far aspicture sales went. Stacy had now unwittingly adorned the pages of over a dozenmagazines across the country, with more to come. It was only a matter of timebefore she found out - before someone in Bakersville saw some of the picturesand spread the news - but they didn’t really care. Their time with Stacy wasnearly done anyway.

The main cafeteria door opened and Karen walked in, followed closely by Ashley.The two girls had spent more and more time together over the last six weeks asKaren tightened her hold over the older girl. Like Stacy, Ashley was the victimof blackmail, and, as had been the case with Stacy, events had quickly movedbeyond her control. Since the incident which put her in this vulnerableposition in the first place, there had been any number of events which haddeepened Karen’s hold on her. All Ashley could think of was the end of theschool year and freedom. All Karen could think of was how nice it was to havesuch a beautiful girl as Ashley as a personal slave, and how hard it would beto give it up.