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Riding Bareback Ch. 1

By: Shadowcatcher



Jennifer set out on the back of Misty on Saturday morning for her favorite spot at the top of Ajello's Bluff. It was a fairly energetic ride for the aging mare and Jen kept her to a walk the whole way, except for a brisk gallop through the meadow. The meadow always reminded Jen of the rides they took when Misty was younger. Jennifer was just a few years older than her mare's 15 years but, for Jen it was just the beginning. She knew Misty was tired. She liked when they could charge up the bluff, hardly breaking a sweat, but now there was only the meadow.

It was hot already, almost eighty. Jen rode bareback as she always did these days. She wore a loose flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of cutoffs. Her Teva's wrapped around her ankles. She carried a pack with water, towel and a blanket. It was a perfect day to get some sun. At eighteen, Jen knew the value of a good tan on her young body. Her legs were shapely if not very long, she was only 5'4". Her cutoff jeans framed her perfectly round butt and flared a little at the bottom to accent the outward curve of the front of her strong thighs. Her shirt was untucked and fell away from the points of her high breasts concealing her flat stomach. Her round face always held a smile and her long, sandy blonde hair tied with a single band reached nearly to her waist.

As a freshman in high school, she had run on the cross-country team and made the varsity cheerleading squad. She was popular and her cowgirl style had caught the eye of many of the upper class guys. Now that there was so much work at her father's stables, she had to give up both teams. Dropping off both groups left her a little distant from her friends, especially when Dad said she was still too young to start dating. These rides with Misty went a long way toward cheering her back up.

Near the top of the bluff, the pines that had sheltered her path gave way to smaller birch and dogwood saplings. Ferns and high grass filled in the spaces. Misty waded knee deep to the old foundation overlooking the river. Ajello's mansion had stood here looking down on the world until it burned twenty-three years ago. Since then, nature reclaimed the grounds and only the broken down fieldstone walls show any trace of the past. Jennifer draped the reins over a small branch and Misty quickly pulled them off and began grazing the area. She laid out the blanket on the grass within the walls and took a big drink of water. Then she wiped off her legs where the sweat of the horse had mixed with her own. She had the top two buttons of her flannel shirt undone when she was startled by footsteps behind the foundation wall.

She could hardly move as the steps came around the corner of the wall and showed themselves to be Bob LaRouche. Bob was a senior at the school and a linebacker on the football team. Most people kept some distance from him since he usually had an attitude. Jen hated him because he always gave the cheerleaders a hard time, groping them in the hallway if he could. He lived out here away from town, too. Today he was carrying a .22 rifle over his shoulder. He wore a pair of loose jeans with no shirt. His work boots were untied.

"Don't let me stop you," he said, motioning to Jen's hands at her shirt buttons. "Keep going, let's see what you got."

Jen was shocked. "Like hell!" she shot back. She looked around trying to find a way out of this while keeping her cool. The foundation walls were on three sides growing taller, to about seven feet, toward the back. Bob stood at the only open wall, six inches taller and 80 lb. heavier than she was. "What are you doing up here anyway?"

"Just shooting squirrels and shit, but I ain't had no luck today. Till now, that is." He started walking in closer and Jen stepped back once while re-buttoning her shirt. "Come on, take it off for me."

"Get lost creep, I'm going home." Jen started throwing her things in her pack.

"You're not going anywhere yet."

"What are you going to do, shoot me?" she said. "I don't think even you are that stupid." As she reached down to pick up her blanket Bob gave her ass a kick with the bottom of his boot, knocking her to the ground. She sat up instantly with the meanest face she could muster.

"You don't have to call me stupid. I think you're pretty. Pretty fucking hot, in fact and just wanted to get a better look at you. I haven't seen you much since you quit cheering, you know."

Jen stormed by him but, Bob grabbed the tail of her hair as she went by and pulled her back to the ground again. She shrieked to be back on her blanket but stopped cold when he leveled the gun, not at her, but at Misty, still grazing a few yards away.

"How would you like to walk home, Jenny."

"Fuck you. You wouldn't dare."

"Maybe just the knee. You'd have the only three legged horse in town."

"No don't," Jen said at first angrily and then with resignation, "put the gun down." She put her hands to her shirt again and started at the top button. Bob leaned the gun on the wall and started to her. "No closer, just looking, and just the top OK?" Jen was uneasy now.

"No way, Jenny. I want to feel your tits."

"But that's it, right. No more."

"Sure Jen, whatever you say."

Jennifer slowly undid the rest of the buttons on her shirt while backing up against the wall. Letting it hang open in front she put her hands on the rough stone behind her and took a deep breath. Bob approached and pulled open the flannel gently with both hands. He could see the yellow bikini top she wore beneath and he brushed the backs of his hands through the material across the point of her breasts. Then he slid his hands under the collar and down her shoulders, pushing the shirt off. Jen let her arms relax by her side and the shirt fell to the grass. She was priceless. Bob now took a deep breath and ran his finger along the strings to the center of her cleavage and down her flat tummy.

"Nice pair of C's you got there, Jen," he said with a laugh and gave her left tit a squeeze, pinching the nipple and pulling the bikini aside. "Why don't we sit and get more comfortable?"

"No, I'm fine here." But Jen let herself be pulled toward the blanket. She stood quietly while Bob straightened the corners. Then he guided her to her knees. He shook off his heavy work boots and knelt in front of her. He reached around her back and pulled on the knot to release her top, then pulled the other and lifted it off her by the strings and stuffed it in his pocket. His hands slowly went up and down Jennifer's beautiful 18-year-old body, from the sides of her thighs up to cup both her breasts and massage them together. He lifted her chin and brushed her hair behind her shoulders. When she looked up at him he kissed her. Jen did not respond, not knowing how she should without encouraging him on. Bob just kissed her again, this time much harder pushing her onto her back on the blanket. Her hands came up to stop him but it was useless. Her right arm was pinned behind his back and he quickly caught her left and pinned it with his left above her head. She knew now that he could feel her fear. Both her hands were caught and his right hand was free to roam her body, which it did. While driving his tongue into her mouth, Bob worked Jen's tit over with his hands. Her nipples grew hard and tender and he broke off his kiss to pinch one between his teeth. His licking and sucking on her tits turned her light pink nipples a deep red. Jen was breathing heavy now and squirming under Bob trying to get away. At the same time her body was reacting to being pinned to the ground and manhandled. Her temperature was rising and her hips lifted. She was breathing in grunts as she tried to pull her hands free.

Bob moved his tongue from left to right tit and up to her throat and ears as well. He was getting a taste of every inch of her. When she tried to protest, he would bury her mouth with his and search out her tongue. She began to kiss him back and get her tongue into the action when his hand reached down and stroked her thigh giving a good squeeze. She reacted by lifting her knee, the only way she could move. Bob quickly grabbed the back of her knee and pulled her leg up around him, giving him a great feel of the back of her thigh and her ass through her shorts. He made himself at home, feeling the entire length of her leg and reaching under her shorts to grope her ass through her bikini bottom.

Now Jen could feel things getting out of control and she tried to slow it down.

"Bob, come on.... A deals a deal, Bob.... Come on. Stop it, please." Her voice was shaking and she fought to get loose one more time. He pushed her leg down flat and pinned it with his own. Then moved back up and returned to his tit work, diligently going left nipple to right nipple with both tongue and fingers. Jen relaxed a little and didn't notice his hand drift down her stomach and pop open the fly on her shorts. Suddenly his hand thrust down the front of her shorts and began massaging her pussy through her bikini. Jen lurched up but there was no where she could go. Bob pushed her legs open some more and began roaming her crotch. She cursed her body because she knew he could feel her heat. "Bob, please... stop it, please."

"OK Jenny, I've got a new deal for you," and he waited while still working her pussy, now with his fingers sliding under her bikini.

"What?" she finally asked.

"You let me pull off your shorts and I'll do whatever I like with you for the rest of the day." He laughed to himself, "How's that?"

"Bob, no, come on now."

"Well," he said, "I really don't think you've got much of a choice." He sat up and pulled her knees together. Then holding her shorts at the waist began pulling them down. With her hands free now, Jen tried to keep herself dressed.

"Wait a minute," she said as they wrestled over her crotch. "Wait a minute, Bob."

"What is it?" He relaxed a little but still held the upper hand.

"OK, wait... I'll let you ..." she stopped to catch her breath, "I'll take off my shorts but you have to keep your pants on, OK?"

"That's it, That's your deal. I can still touch you anywhere I want if I keep my pants on?" He seemed unbelieving.

"Yeah, you can have my body if you keep your pants on," she couldn't believe what she was saying but, she had no choice, this might buy her some room.

"OK. Deal." And as her grip relaxed Bob worked the shorts over the sweetest pair of thighs he had ever seen. Slowly he pulled them over her lifted knees and down to her ankles and off. Then he picked up each foot in turn and removed Jen's sandals. "Just so I can say I had you completely naked, on your back and with your legs spread." With that, he spread her legs wide, ran his hands up to the strings of her bikini and pulled them loose. A quick tug and he put the bottoms in his pocket with her top.

Jennifer was now just that, stripped completely naked with her legs spread wide lying on her back under a boy she despised. She had never let a boy under her blouse before and now this jerk was running his hands between her legs and under her ass.

"Spread your hair out above you, Jenny, and put your hands behind your head."

Bob was kneeling between her legs rubbing his own crotch. "That's nice, God I wish I had a camera at a time like this." He laughed at the possible humiliation she would feel. Then he leaned in on her and began sliding his middle finger in and out of her pussy. Just up to the knuckle to get her wet, but she was already wet and he worked in the whole finger and started fucking her with it. She closed her eyes and rolled her head back trying to ignore what he was doing to her, but Bob could see Jennifer bite her lip and start to hump back. He worked in a second finger and got a bit more energetic and she turned her head left and the right taking deep breaths. When he started thumbing her clit at the same time she lost it. No longer could she control what her body was going through. Her chest heaved and Bob saw the ripples run down her abdomen with each contraction. Her thigh twitched and her whole body shook with the power of her orgasm.

"I know we had a deal, Jen, but I just have to fuck you now."

Before she could think, Bob was out of his clothes and leaning down on top of her again. She could feel his hard-on against her belly and knew it would be inside soon. He worked it against her skin to get used to her body and began searching for her wet cunt. This is not the way she wanted this to happen. She had to stall him somehow.

"Wait Bob, don't ... don't." was all she could come up with.

"Do you mean you don't want me to fuck you? You must want to suck my cock first, right?" Bob sat up and straddled her waist the leaned in and brought his cock up between Jen's mauled tits. He cupped a tit in each hand and squeezed them together to wrap his cock and then started to fuck that lovely groove. Jen didn't know what was going on but thought she should try to bring him off quickly and began rocking to his rhythm. He liked the way she was moving with him now and picked up speed. After a few minutes Bob opened Jen's mouth with his two fingers and searched out her tongue. Her eyes were closed and when he shifted forward she did not see it until his cock was in her mouth. He held the same pace as with her tits and began fucking her face. Jen could not turn away, he held her in place and drove forward until his cock pushed into her throat. She had no choice yet again but to open up to him, this time in the most revolting way yet. He was using her pretty face as his little fuck toy.

Struggling to breathe as he picked up his pace, Jen was shocked as his seed shot down her throat. She choked and tried to turned away and he came out of her mouth. In a second he was back between her ripe tits and fucking them harder than before. Each thrust now ended with his sperm shot into her face. She kept her eyes closed and waited it out as Bob finished his needs.

"Are you happy now, you bastard? Can you get off me?" Jen was glad it was over and she wanted to get out of there. Bob had other ideas, however.

"You are the sexiest little cocksucker in school, Jenny." He slid back down but still held her pinned to the ground. As he massaged his come into her breasts he kicked her legs open again and positioned himself between her knees. "I feel I owe you one," and he dove down into her pussy and immediately found her clit with his tongue.

Jennifer tried to push him away but found her legs squeezing his head in place. One of his hands mauled her tits some more while the other began finger her cunt. She could not resist and her body's desperate instincts took over. She pulled him in with her thighs and her hands now, not wanting any of this to stop and when the wave swept over her for the second time there was no resistance. Her hips humped his face like he had fucked hers. She couldn't tell if she was breathing until she heard her own screams of orgasm. Finally, as it passed, she let him up for air.

What Bob saw as he rose took his breath away and brought his cock back rock hard. Jennifer's perfect teenage body, still writhing in ecstasy was laid out spread-eagle before him. Her skin was on fire, blushed red and quivering. Her mouth, still showing his come on her lips was wide open, catching her breath. Her tits rose and fell with each inhale, her nipples still standing erect. Everywhere her skin glistened with the mixed sweat and sperm.

As he moved his cock up to her pussy she offered no resistance this time. Jen lifted her knees and opened herself as much as possible to him. Neither much noticed as he burst through her cherry and into a steady fucking rhythm. Her body was so aroused and her pussy soaking wet that she took him in all the way, easily. Reaching back he hooked both knees with his elbows and folded her in half. She felt him drive deeper than before and she grabbed onto her own knees tight against her tits now and let him take her. Jen accepted her first fuck with quiet resilience. It surprised her that she had given in so easily, but she realized that it turned her on incredibly to be forced. Guys that wanted to hold her hand just didn't stand a chance.

She came twice more beneath his athletic body and then he rolled her onto her knees. On all fours he took her from behind, pulling her head back by her long hair and riding her like the animal in heat that she was. With his last desperate strokes he deposited the first load of cum into her sweet, new pussy.

Riding Bareback Ch. 2



Jennifer and Sherrie had been best friends since grade school when they would ride their horses together.  They were about to become seniors in high school and were looking forward to getting their own cars and driving all over the country.  Sherrie's horse had died 2 years ago but Jen still rode everyday.  She did not, however, ride near Ajello's Bluff since the spring, when she was raped by Bob LaRouche while riding up there.  He had taken her virginity and come in her mouth and pussy.  By the end, she had given in and let him take her however he wanted to. She hated him but, her body had turned on her and she had come five times during the ordeal. Sherrie knew nothing about it.  In the months since, LaRouche had fucked Jennifer five more times.  It wasn't exactly rape anymore.  He would catch her alone and she would give in without a fight.

Sherrie was on track to become class valedictorian next year.  She was still a virgin and thought Jen was too.  They were both 18.  Sherrie was 5'8" and 120lbs.  Her blonde hair hung like silk around the sides of her face and spilled out on her shoulders.  If brushed in front it would just reach the tops of her small breasts.  Although just A-cups, her tits were perfectly shaped and sat high on her chest.  Her long, flat stomach flared into the curve of her hips.  Her legs were long and lean, ending in a beautiful, heart-shaped ass.  Although very sexy, she usually wore long skirts and sweaters, effectively covering all except her exquisite face. Most guys in school gave her a wide berth since she was so much smarter than they. She really wasn't stuck up, but that was her reputation.

Jennifer was shorter, standing 5'4" and 105lbs.  Her sandy brown hair turned blonde in summer.  Her body was most schoolboys' wet dream.  Firm C-cup breasts, shapely shoulders, thighs, ass; everything was perfect.  Always in jeans and cowgirl boots, a bit of her natural smile had left since that day on the bluff.  Bob had told some of the guys on the football team of his conquest and now they would occasionally rub against her in the hallway or grab her ass at her locker.  Jen tried to ignore them rather than make a scene at school.

Tonight the two girls were at the county carnival.  Jen's older brother dropped them off and would pick them up later if they called his cell phone.  Their folks did not give them a curfew since they thought Billy was with them.  Sherrie was wearing all white, tennis shorts and T-shirt.  Her shirt was cut off short, showing a few inches of her belly.  White socks and sneakers left most of her legs bare to the summer night.  Jennifer wore a faded denim top, buttoned once and tied in a knot below her breasts.  Her long hair was braided in a single ponytail.  Sherrie had convinced her to wear a skirt for once and loaned her one of her own, black and pleated.  Although short for Sherrie, on Jen it reached the knees.  With her boots on Jen looked the part of a country singer.  

Once Billy dropped them, he went to the bar.   When Jen called, Billy was drunk and couldn't go anywhere.  They were on their own.


"How are we getting home, then?" Sherrie complained.

"Don't worry, we can find a ride." Jen was ever the optimist.  "There are lot's of kids from school here.  Someone must have room."  The girls lived out in the woods, quite a ways from town.  After walking around the carnival again for an hour, they had no luck.  All the girls were on dates or did not yet drive.  They got two offers, one of which was in the back of a livestock trailer.  The other was with Kyle and Gerry, two friends of Bob LaRouche from the football team.  Jen didn't want to go with them, but Sherrie accepted before she could say no.  Jen was very nervous about getting in the car with these guys.  

Kyle was a cornerback, 6' and 190lbs.  He was an outgoing, Irish partier.  He was popular and good-looking.  Gerry was the starting running back.  He was a deceptive 200lbs and stood only 5'10".  He seemed shy for a football player but he could have been low key on account of his skin color.  Sherrie thought he was intelligent and well spoken, for a black man.  Both were friendly, but both were tight with LaRouche.

On the ride it all started.  Sherrie and Jen rode in the back of Kyle's '82 Monte Carlo.  It was a two-door, so the seats had to be moved forward to let them in.  The guys checked out their legs, as the girls climbed in.  A mile down the road Kyle asked Sherrie what they could pay for gas.

"We only went to the carnival cause it wouldn't cost anything." She replied.  "I'm saving up to buy a really nice car like this one."  They all laughed at that one, except Jen.

After negotiating back and forth, it was settled.  First, the girls offered to pay a few bucks next week.  The guys countered with; "You can get out here."  Eventually it was agreed that upon arrival at each girl's home, she would make out with one of the guys for 5 minutes.

Sherrie's house was first and she was nervous.  "A little harmless kissing, that's all," she kept telling herself, "and only for 5 minutes." She had done that before.

Kyle parked up the road, just out of sight of Sherrie's house.  She rode on his side of the car so she was his.  As she got out of the car, she was shaking. Kyle closed the door and gently leaned her against it.  The window was partially open so they could hear Jen call "Time."

Kyle pressed his lips to Sherrie's and quickly opened her lips and probed her
mouth with his tongue.  He caught Sherrie of guard with his aggressive pace, but he didn't have much time.  His hands were on the sides of her face and he pushed them up through her hair.  She caught her breath and he ran his hand down her arm to her waist.  As he bit down on her neck he ran his hand up her stomach under her midriff shirt.  Sherrie was startled and tried to stop him, grabbing his wrist.

"Feeling you up is part of the deal, besides, it's only 5 minutes.  How far can I go in 5 minutes?"  She relaxed her grip on his wrist and prepared herself for him.  As he planted a long kiss on her lips, he ran his thumbs under her shirt and lifted it above her tits.  He massaged each mound through her bra but was not satisfied.  He quickly pushed her white bra up her chest and for the first time Sherrie felt a man's hands on her naked breasts.  She was breathing heavy with the excitement.  As her chest heaved, Kyle found her hardening nipples and squeezed them between his fingers.  He gave them a gentle but firm tug and Sherrie gasped.

From inside the car, Jennifer saw Kyle's right hand reach up Sherrie's back and deftly unhook her bra.  It wasn't covering anything anymore, but it was in his way.  Kyle then pulled the waist of Sherrie's shirt up over her head leaving her exposed to the night.  Sherrie was shocked.  Her shirt and bra were now stretched over her shoulders and behind her neck.  Kyle pushed her head back and ran his tongue down her tightened throat and onto her left tit.  He pinched her right nipple with his fingers as he bit and tugged her left one.  Her feet were sliding out from under her as she leaned her weight back on the car.  This was getting out of hand.

Sherrie tried to get hold of the situation and begged, "Time?"

Gerry called out, "Three minutes to go, you're doing great."  He then leaned over the seat to eye Jennifer's legs in her skirt.  Jen twitched nervously and tried to pull down the hem.  It only pressed her breasts together making them tight against the fabric.  Watching her friend getting mauled was making her nipples harden, too.  She realized now that she wasn't wearing a bra.   Gerry noticed too.

Sherrie moaned, both from the amount of time left and the treatment she was receiving.  Kyle took it as acceptance and slid a hand down to the snap on her shorts.  Sherrie's hands met him there and she gave him a pleading, sad expression, mouthing the word "No."  She was afraid to say it aloud for fear of appearing childish.  Kyle ignored her and unsnapped and unzipped her shorts.  Without wasting time he pulled back the band of her panties and pushed his right hand in.  Sherrie pulled at his wrist to stop him but couldn't.  He whispered in her ear, quiet but menacing.

"Let go Sherrie, I won't hurt you.  We don't have much time."

She relaxed a little and he pushed her arms back to rest on the car door.  She resigned herself to a few minutes more of this.

Kyle knelt down and ran his palms up Sherrie's legs; he squeezed her knees and pushed them apart a few inches.  Then he rubbed up the inside of her thighs and into the bottom of her shorts.  When she didn't stop him, he pulled her shorts down to her knees and quickly had one hand on her panty covered pussy and the other gripping her ass.  Sherrie let out a grunt and grabbed his hands.

"Alright, that's enough, Stop it!" She was panicked.  "Please…"

"Hold still, there's still time left and your still mine."  Kyle voice sounded mean now.  He turned her around and pushed her bare tits against the window.  Gerry couldn't look away as Kyle pushed one hand into the back of her panties massaging her ass, and the other around to squeeze her hard nipples for the audience in the car.  "Time left?" she grunted more than asked.

"One minute to go."

With that his fingers left her tit and pushed into the front of her panties.  As he expected she was getting moist.  He whispered in her ear as he pushed her lips apart and slid his middle finger into her pussy.  Sherrie leaned heavy on the car with her mouth hanging open as he worked his middle finger past the second knuckle and stirred her like a cool drink. 

"I bet you're a great fuck, aren't you honor student?  Do you like this?"  He pulled his finger back tracing the outline of her clit and then plunged two fingers back into her slick opening."

"You bastard." was all Sherrie could gasp between breaths.  She never felt so wicked.

"If I had more time I would fuck you right here, would you like that?"

Sherrie grunted a "No," but her body betrayed her with a shutter.

"No you don't. Don't come without me."  Kyle pulled his fingers back and Sherrie followed them with her pussy trying to hold on.  Her hands were on the roof of the car, her tits were on display for Jen and Gerry and her shorts were around her feet.  Kyle had nearly fingered her to an orgasm, but had stopped short, purposely.  She felt Kyle step back to admire her there.  As she caught her breath she heard him say, "Now that was worth a ride." 

Gerry had called time and she had not heard.  She couldn't decide whether to pull her shorts up or her top down.  Once she had gotten together a little, Kyle pulled her aside and kissed her again. She turned away, having gotten her senses back.

"I could have fucked you right there, you know?  You would have let me.  The next time I find you alone, I will, and you won't stop me then.  You really liked this. I bet you'll have your hands down there as soon as you get home, won't you?"

Sherrie couldn't say anything.  She stood with her arms crossed in front and her head down.  She was never so ashamed and yes, she would finish herself when she got to bed.

"I'll give you a choice before you go."  Kyle waited, and soon Sherrie lifted her eyes to him.  "You can fuck me now, or you can fuck me later.  But, if you chose later, I want you to know, Gerry and I will both fuck your good friend Jennifer, tonight."  He let that sink in for a second and said, "Are you a friend? Or will you walk away?  Jen will never know."

Sherrie pleaded with him with her eyes, "Just 5 minutes, she gets the same deal."

"She'll be bent over the hood with Gerry's cock in her within two. Dressed like that, I bet she knows it coming."

Sherrie looked at Kyle, and then through the back window at Jennifer.  Then she turned and walked toward home.

Kyle smiled and said, "See you real soon, Cherry."



Riding Bareback Ch. 3



In the car, Gerry was leaning over the seat with his hand on Jennifer's knee.  She was trying to act tough, pretending that it was no big deal to her that she was alone in a car with two horny football players.  She had just watched her straight-A, virgin best friend get stripped nearly naked against the car door.  Sherrie, who was as conservative as they come, had two fingers up her pussy and was actually humping them.  Then she just walked away, leaving her here alone.  Gerry was getting her ready for his turn.  He rubbed the back of her knee and tucked his hand into the top of her boot, stroking her calf.  

Jen knew Gerry was a nice guy, but he was still a nice black guy and her father would kill her if he knew she was here.  Instead, she was letting him rub her legs nonchalantly.  Kyle got in and started the car.  Gerry turned around and gave him and toned down high-five.  

"Your friend Sherrie is fine, you know that, Jen?"  Kyle said.  "She's not as stuck up as everyone thinks."

"Well, you have to get to know her." It was the best Jen could come up with under the circumstances.  She was visibly nervous, squirming in the backseat as Kyle drove on.  

When they came to the corner near Jen's house, Kyle paused extra long at the stop, then turned left.  Jen became more relaxed as she saw her house down the street.  There was a clear view from the house to the street and that left nowhere for things to get out of hand.  She leaned forward and pointed out her house to Kyle as it approached.  He drove right by without slowing and Jen just slumped back in her seat.

"Where are you going, now?" she asked half-heartedly.

"We need a little more privacy. There's a spot right up here." 

Jennifer knew the spot. The car turned onto an overgrown dirt road and she knew it would follow a stonewall on the left that led to an open clearing with a fire ring. Impromptu parties often formed here around a case of beer and a bong.  As the car stopped, she had a feeling it would form around her tonight.

 She thought of the second time Bob had fucked her, right in this clearing, in his pickup truck.  She hated him and wouldn't even talk to him, but once he got his hands into her clothing she couldn't stop him.  Her nipples were hard as he pulled her blouse open and she fought with him over the snap of her jeans, but once he pushed her down on the seat, her pants came off easily.  He spread her feet apart, one over the seat back, the other on the floor and climbed on top of her. She thought he was going down on her but he just pushed his cock into her.  There was none of the sensitivity of the earlier rape, Bob just pinned her to the seat and fucked her.  Jen just closed her eyes and let him.  

Kyle killed the engine and turned to her and Gerry, "OK, five minutes, let's go."

"Yeah, right." was all she could muster.  Gerry opened the door and pulled the seat forward.  Jen sat there a moment before moving, then leaned forward and took Gerry's hand to help her out of the car.  

Gerry looked her over in what moonlight there was.  Her legs were shorter than Sherrie's, but much more shapely.  Her calves rose out of her boots sexily and became her knees.  Just as the shape of her thighs was evident they disappeared under her skirt.  Her skirt swayed a bit in the breeze and as she moved.  Her stomach was flat and tan, her abs rippled under the knot of her denim top.  Her tits filled the material and her nipples, hard from fear, showed through.  Her sleeves were rolled up to the elbow.  Her hair had come out of her braid around the edges and framed Jen's face.  She bit her lower lip and looked up at Gerry, questioning.

Gerry stepped up and ran the back of his fingers across Jen's bare middle.  She quivered at the touch.  He traced the waist of her skirt and then fingered the knot of her blouse.  He stopped her from saying anything by putting a single finger to her lips.  When Jennifer seemed to accept this, he stroked this finger down her chin and throat and hooked it into the first button of her top.  She stood still, watching Gerry's hands intently as he unbuttoned her shirt.  

When only the knot of fabric held her breasts from being exposed Jen held his hands and said, "Please, Gerry…be nice."  She knew where this was going and knew there was no way she could stop it.  Kyle opened his door and stepped out of the car.

Gerry spoke, "Listen Jen, you know the 'five minute rule' doesn't apply here.  We know about you and LaRouche.    You probably want this as much as we do, that's why we brought you out here, not Sherrie."

Jen shook each time he said the word "We".  She turned to watch Kyle walk around the car to face her.  Here she was, 5’ 4", alone in the dark with two football players twice her size who both want to fuck her.  She could run, but she'd never make it home.  She could fight but she would lose.  She could do what she does with LaRouche, and just let them take her.  Kyle gave her the answer.

"Jen, we thought you could handle this.   Sherrie, we weren't so sure about.  She surprised me back there, getting so into it.  But, you know, I gave her the choice," Kyle paused, "and she left you here alone.  I told her what we'd do to you, and she just walked away."

Jennifer looked puzzled, "You told her?"

"We'll give you a choice too, Jen."  Gerry added, "You know we're going to fuck you either way, your choice is how.  We know you sucked off Bob in the lecture hall."  She did, while it was empty. It was during 5th period and anybody could have walked in and found her on her knees with her tits out of her blouse. "All we ask for is a little cooperation. Or do we have to get rough?"

After a long pause, Jen looked up to them both and said, "You guys are going to do whatever you want.  I'm not a slut, but if I let you…" she paused, trying to word this carefully, "I bet Sherrie could be a slut.  Promise you'll get her back for me?"

"Deal!" Kyle said instantly.  "I already had plans for that cunt."

With that Gerry stepped her back to the car and untied the knot to her top.  Jen rested her hands on the fender and her glorious tits spilled out, braless into the night.  Both guys let out a quiet gasp; even Kyle who just had his hands all over Sherrie's fine body.  Jen smiled a little as Gerry slid his hands over her shoulders and dropped her shirt on to the hood.  Jen could not believe Gerry's next words.

"That's good, cause I like it a little rough." He drove his tongue deep into her mouth testing her, and she let him. He gave her a savage kiss and squeezed both tits hard until she winced.  Gerry wanted to see if she was for real.  He looked her in the eyes and ran his hand to the hem of her skirt and pulled up.  Running his palm up the inside of her thigh, Jen parted her legs and Gerry cupped her pussy through her panties.  He gave her a gentle squeeze and then rubbed her hard, feeling her wetness build through the black nylon crotch.  

Jen was shaking with anxiety.  She had already given in and knew she would come violently when this black stud got inside her.  The guilt could wait until later.  Gerry pulled her panties down from under her skirt and Jen pulled them over her boots by herself.  She leaned against the car and rolled her hips forward, spread her legs for him and closed her eyes.  When Gerry worked his two fingers into her wet cunt, her legs shook and then the vibration rippled through her abs.  Even her chin quivered with her first orgasm of the night.  Gerry had never seen a girl so ready and when she heard his pants open, Jen knew what was coming.  But Gerry had other ideas.

Jen opened her eyes to see Gerry's black cock.  It was longer than Bob's and thicker too.  Gerry was a good nine inches to Bob's seven.  He had never fucked a white girl and this was one hot bitch who wanted him.  Jen moved her feet and got ready to be taken. But, Gerry liked to have a little more resistance.

"Get on your knees Jen.  I want you to blow me."  

She shook her head to the side, trying to say no.  She had blown Bob, but it was humiliating and that's exactly why Gerry wanted it.  She hated herself for doing this but bent down and knelt before him.  She began tentatively licking the full length of his cock.  As she took the head into her mouth, Gerry stroked her hair away from her face and held the back of her head, guiding her.  On each stroke he applied a little more pressure, making her take him deeper.  When he kept pushing against her tonsils, Jen got scared.  Bob had forced himself into her throat that first day.  Now Gerry wanted her to deep throat him willingly.  She tried to protest by getting more aggressive in her sucking, thinking she could convince him to come early.  But Gerry timed her strokes and pulled her face toward him plunging his black cock into her open throat. He held her there as she gagged and when she relaxed, he took over and began fucking her face. 

There was nothing she could do, except try to breathe.  He held her hair on the sides of her head and pulled her in and pushed her back.  Jen realized she was just being used as Gerry jerked himself off.  He pulled back slowly and Jen could feel his cock twitching.  She knew he was about to come and she didn't want it in her mouth.  She pushed him back and fought against this moment.  One of her hands grabbed his cock and tried to pull it out of her mouth, but the added resistance and this new stroking got him off.  The first spurt struck the back of her throat.  The next few hit her in the lips, teeth and then, as she pumped with her hand he finished off on her face, neck and finally wiped off between her tits.  

Jen's topless body glistened with sweat and come as she stood and wiped her face with the back of her hand.  She was still a little in shock as Kyle approached.

"Damm, Jen, you are fucking hot."  Jen had forgotten he was there.  Her hair had pulled lose of its’ braid and her nipples were casting shadows in the moonlight.  Dirt and grass clung to her knees and her panties lay in the weeds.  She looked like a wanton whore and now, felt like one too.  "Come over here, Baby."

Jen walked to the front of the car and Kyle took her by the shoulders.  "Are you doing alright?"   He actually seemed concerned for her and she nodded her head slightly.  Kyle picked her up under the arms and set her on the hood of the car.  Her bare ass landed on the warm steel hood of the Monte Carlo.  "Lie back now, let's get a look at you."  

Jen eased back on the hood and opened her body to Kyle. Kyle's hands moved across her tits and massaged them eagerly.  He rolled her stiff nipples between his fingers and Jen bit her lip. This was starting to feel good again.  She felt herself spreading her knees further.  His hands roamed her thighs and pushed her skirt up to bare her moist pussy to the night.  As he thumbed her clit she twitched and brought her hands up through her hair, spreading it out across the car.  Kyle had never seen a girl look so fucking delicious.  She lifted her knees to give better access to him and Kyle pulled her skirt out from under her butt and quickly off her legs.  Jen's cowgirl boots were all she had left on her body and they were up on his shoulders now.

"Are you ready, Jennifer?"  Kyle pulled out his eight-inch cock and pushed it between her legs.  Holding her knees together, he fucked his cock slowly between her smooth thighs.  Jen was surprised that she could not close her hands around Kyle' cock.  Being the third cock she had seen, she was beginning to appreciate the difference in size.  This one worried her a little.  Kyle continued to massage her shapely legs and knead her tits, standing straight up off her chest.  He reached under and worked his middle finger into her waiting pussy.  She was so wet he added a second and then third finger and stirred them deeper, preparing her for him.

Jen spread her legs wide open for him and Kyle took the hint to get more aggressive with his manipulations.  Going faster with three fingers, he thumbed her clit and squeezed her tit hard.  Jen's body convulsed and exploded in orgasm.  Her gasps filled the air and she became more vocal ending in a long "Oohh,… God!"

Kyle replaced his fingers with the head of his cock and leaned into her.  Jennifer's sopping cunt greedily accepted the head and stretched open for more.  Kyle put his hands under her thighs and hooked onto her hips.  When he was ready he pulled her body back across the hood and drove his cock all the way into her in one swift push.  She arched her back and screamed at the intrusion. After a few long strokes she was adjusted to the size and was back into it. 

Kyle fucked her like that on the car hood, pushing her thighs apart and then back against her tits.  Jen just lied back and took the pounding.  Her body was completely into being taken.  On the few actual date she had been on, she had let no nice boy under her shirt.  But as soon as these guys force her, she opens up her legs like a cheap whore.  Her mind flashed to that day on the bluff when LaRouche first stripped off her shorts and drove his cock into her.  Her breasts rippled as she came quietly on the car hood. 

Thinking of LaRouche while fucking Kyle made her come again.  She bit down on her hand to keep from screaming and let the wave flush through her body.  Kyle felt her pulsing and it brought him off too.  He added four more hard strokes and then held her tight against him, crotch to crotch, his cock completely hidden within her as he deposited his load deep inside her.

Jen lay sweating on the car hood, breathing heavy.  Naked except for her boots, she was freshly fucked and happy.  She licked her lips and tasted Gerry's come from her earlier blowjob.  She didn't like swallowing a black boy's jism, but at least now it was over.  She slid off the car and stood in her boots to look for her clothes.  Her denim halter was thrown in the back seat.  Her skirt, Sherrie's skirt really, was in the dirt.  Her panties were nowhere to be found.  The first one to speak was the black running back Gerry.

"Come on over here Jennifer."  He had spread an old blanket on the ground near the unused firepit,  "Come here and lie down."  Jen thought she was done for the night, but now realized she still had work to do.  She walked over to the blanket, wearing only her boots but holding her skirt and top.  Those, she dropped on the ground and then she lied down on the blanket.  She adjusted herself as the two football players eyed her naked form, wet with sweat and come.  She put her knees up, looked at Gerry and slowly spread them apart for him.  He was naked now also and stepped up to her.  He lifted each foot, pulled off the boot and tossed it aside, then told her to roll over.  Jen did as she was told and lay on her stomach on the ground.  Her tits pressed into the dirty blanket and showed at her sides.  Her arms were up at the sides of her head. The boys got their first good look at her round, firm ass.  There was nothing bony about this girl, she was full of curves and everything was firm and young.  A beautiful, longhaired, athletic, 18 year old, slut.

"Spread your legs apart, Jen."  Gerry was straightforward.  She did as she was told and pushed her feet slowly apart.  She was a slut, she realized now.  She didn't want to admit it, but it was true.  She was lying here in the dirt getting fucked by two guys and her body was loving it.  "Get up on all fours, Jen."  Gerry's commands were hypnotic.  She lifted her body up onto her hands and knees.  Gerry paced around her waiting form.  He brushed the side of her face but she didn't look up at him.  He pushed her hair off to one side, then knelt behind her.  He traced her spine with his fingers and reached underneath to cup her breast.  Her tits were full and tight, nipples still hard.  His hard cock looked for her cunt and found it easily, pushing slowly in, all the way, in one nine inch long stroke.  She was still wet and full of Kyle's seed.  Jen took one long deep breath as he entered her from behind.  She closed her eyes and let him start rocking her forward and back, fucking him back on each stroke.  He pulled all the way out and reentered her, then did it again.  She was thinking his previous roughness had gone.  His fucking was smooth and gentle, building in rhythm. His hands massaged her ass.

Gerry pulled out slowly and positioned his cock at the entrance to her virgin ass and started pressing.  Jen didn't stop him; she thought he would catch his mistake. When her tight ring gave way to the slick bulbous head and it slipped inside her ass, she panicked.

"Stop!  Gerry Don't, Not…"  She faded as he held her firm and pushed.  Once the head was in, the wet shaft followed and he bored his way slowly in.  At four inches, he eased back and she thought he would pull out. Instead he tightened his grip on her hips and pulled, fucking her firmly with his black cock.  Still not half way in, Jen was in tremendous pain as he stretched her open.  She bit down tightly and concentrated on just breathing.  She was trying to work through the pain.  Just as it would lessen, Gerry would push more of his cock in.  Jen's face was in her hands and her weight was on her elbows, putting her ass high for Gerry.  She felt his body against her ass and knew he had bottomed out.  She shed a tear, partly from the pain and partly from the thought of her father ever seeing her on her knees with a black cock shoved up her pretty little ass.

Jennifer grunted out a quiet sigh.  She had discovered something about herself.  Her father had taught her to be tough.  She had worked hard in the stables since she was young.  Her body was strong from lifting bales and caring for the horses.  It was the body these boys craved; all the boys craved it. Half the senior class was jerking off over her tits, and the rest, over her ass. She knew that she would only give it to those willing to take it from her.  She was now hooked on living out her rape fantasy.

LaRouche knew this from the beginning.  He could tell that Jen needed to be forced.  Her body responded beautifully to exertion.  No man could resist the way her abs tensed when her arms were pinned over her head.  Her tits stood out proudly from the ripples of her ribcage as she strained to get free.  

Gerry knew this now too.  As he fucked Jennifer's lovely ass, he could feel her fighting, not against him, but against her own body.  She refused to complain or show any pain, and he could feel her tight hole loosen around his cock as she adjusted to the anal abuse.  Jen had proven that she could take this too.  But Gerry liked to have her uncomfortable, so he waved Kyle over. 

Jen had her head down as she began to fuck back against the black cock invading her ass.  When Gerry pulled all the way back and out she looked up to see Kyle kneeling before her with his hard cock in his hand.  She looked up to his face as Gerry plunged his cock into her pussy.  The switch forced her into a long "Ohh…"

Kyle took advantage and slid his cock into her open mouth.  Jennifer was expecting that and only took a second to get into the double fucking rhythm.  Kyle's thick member would only fit halfway into her tiny mouth and he didn't try to throat fuck her.  He was so turned on by his first double, he knew he wouldn't last long.  The guys began to talk to their little whore.

"You're such a little slut, Jen.  Suck It, Jen.  Suck me off."

"How do you want it, you whore?  Should I come in you're cunt?"  Gerry pulled her body back onto him hard and then pushed her off his cock.  He switched back to her ass and asked, "Or do you want it up your ass?"  He slipped in easily and fucked her alternately in the two holes.  "What a fucking slut!"  

"I bet she would fuck the whole team." Kyle added. "And then we could take that cunt Sherrie and pass her around."  With the mention of her friend getting gang-banged beside her, Jennifer's body exploded in orgasm.  Ripples swam up and down her spine.  Her knees quivered and would have collapsed if Gerry hadn't had such a grip on her hips.  Kyle could feel her vocal cords shimmering and it set him off.  He shot the first load into her mouth and then she pulled back to breathe.  When Jen lowered her head, Kyle lifted her by the hair and jerked his cock, pumping stream after stream into her face.  Gerry then exploded deep in her pussy and switched to shoot his remaining wad over her ass.




Riding Bareback Ch. 3



Jen slumped to the ground as Gerry wiped off on her ass and Kyle used her long hair.  They pushed her over on her side and Kyle massaged her tits as she came down from the thrill.  Jen was spent.  Her body ached from the intense session.  She had been fucked twice in the pussy and once in the ass and given two blowjobs.  Her sweet young body was covered in come, sweat and dirt. As she replayed her performance through her mind, she thought of Sherrie, probably home in bed fingering herself to orgasm.  Sherrie was probably dreaming of Jen getting fucked by these two guys.  She had no idea, but she would soon.

"We have to do this again sometime." Gerry finally said.

"You have to catch me first."



Riding Bareback Ch. 4



Over the next few weeks, many things changed for Sherrie. She was afraid to call Jen after leaving her alone with two horny football players, but she was dying to know what happened. She got so turned on thinking of Kyle mauling her own body and then Jen being worked over by the two guys. Every night her fingers found her pussy moist. When school finally started, she noticed a change in other people too. Or perhaps they noticed the change in her. Her skirt the first day stopped just above the knee rather than the ankle. The blouse she wore was white and frilly, but unbuttoned at the top and underneath, her small but sensitive breasts were braless. She felt a little more grown up, but was still looking for something.

When Kyle sat next to her in the cafeteria, Sherrie was delighted. When he put his hand under the table and on her thigh, she was nervous. He pushed her skirt up her leg and gripped the inner part of her thigh in his hand. Both her hands were on his wrist pushing him away, but she could not budge him. He could feel her warmth above.

"Kyle, Stop!" she pleaded quietly in the crowded lunchroom.

"Come on Sherrie," he teased, "you pretend it’s me touching you every night. Why not try the real thing?" He continued to massage her leg and felt her loosen her grip. When he brushed her panties with his index finger, she clamped her thighs together cutting him off. She looked around the room, but no one was watching them.

"Let me carry your books home for you today?"

"No, I'll be alright."

"Then open your legs for me. I want to see your face when you come." She nearly came just then, but managed to get it together. 

"No,… OK, after school." She whispered, blushing. "Now stop it." 

He slid his hand down her leg, over and then under her knee, feeling each curve. Then, as he rose from his chair, he put a hand on her shoulder and brushed the other along the side of her tit. Her nipples were instantly hard against the fabric of her blouse. She blushed and looked away from his face. Sherrie knew that in just a few hours, she would finally lose her virginity.

Across the room, she saw Jen enter the cafeteria. Her hair was partly out of its ponytail and she wiped the back of her hand across her lips. Each guy she passed turned to watch her ass go by in those blue jeans. Sherrie even caught Vice Principal McDonald eyeing her up and down. 

Ten minutes after final period, Sherrie was riding in the front seat of Kyle's Monte Carlo, his hand on her thigh. She did not know where they were going and didn't really care. She was done with waiting. Kyle surprised her by driving straight to her house. 

"Why are we here?" Sherrie was puzzled.

"Well, there's no one home is there?"

"No," and it began to make sense to her, "not until seven." Inside the house, Sherrie showed Kyle the big couch in the living room. She showed him the fireplace in the den. Nothing seemed to strike his fancy. She leaned on the rail to the stairs leading up to the bedrooms. She brushed her blonde hair away from her face and gave him her most teasing stare. He turned and went into the kitchen. Sherrie, dumbstruck followed a moment later. Kyle was seated at the table with an opened beer from the fridge. Behind him, the sliding glass door opened onto a view across the back yard into the kitchens of two houses 30 yards away. 

Sherrie came into the room shocked at being ignored. Kyle pushed his chair back and stood at the end of the table. He motioned to her to come over and she stepped up to him. Kyle immediately planted a long slow kiss on her lips, opening them to his tongue. Sherrie instantly responded, although nervously. Kyle positioned her against the edge of the table. His hands ran down her body just as they did that night against his car door. Sherri caught the similarity and let him pull her blouse open and off her shoulders. Without a bra, her small breasts were exposed to the afternoon breeze blowing through the open slider. Her nipples, already hardened, quivered with anticipation. This was the moment she was waiting for. Kyle spun her around and she leaned her hands on the kitchen table. Kyle pulled her skirt off her body so quickly Sherrie did not know how he did it. Suddenly, she was in nothing but her panties, bent over the kitchen table. She realized that they were in full view of any neighbors that might be watching out their windows. There was nothing she could do as Kyle tugged at the thin sides to her high cut panties. She felt them sliding down her long legs and then her weight was on the table as Kyle lifted both her feet and pulled the last of her clothing from her lean 18 year old body.

A second later, Kyle's hands were all over her, her ass, her neck, her breasts, her legs. What caught her attention most and forced a long gasp from her open mouth was the two fingers burrowing their way into her wet but still virgin pussy from behind. Sherrie had never felt anything so deep inside of her. As Kyle began pumping his fingers in and out, she got finger-fucked for the first time. Sherrie had just caught her breath when Kyle pulled his hands away. She waited there impatiently, naked in the kitchen and bent over the table. As she turned to see what Kyle was up to, he put a hand on the small off her back pushing her down against the table.

"Hold still, Baby, it's coming." Sherrie closed her eyes and let her body be pushed flat against the wood table. Her arms were out above her head and her legs were spread apart. She felt his hands again, massaging her ass. Then she felt something she had never felt before. The bulb off Kyle's cock was pushing against her wet lips. She held her breath as he pressed forward, entering her for the first time. It felt good, like something she had been missing, but she did not know he had barely started. Kyle eased back the three inches he had pushed in. He gripped her hips with both hands and slammed his cock into Sherrie's virgin cunt. She screamed at the invasion, not expecting the shear brutality of it. The pain seared through her but Kyle held her in place, there on the table and Sherrie could not move. He waited, letting her adjust to his size and then pulled back half way. Sherrie exhaled fully as Kyle began to fuck her with a slow easy rhythm. 

Kyle smiled to himself as he thought of his luck. He had now fucked 8 of the hottest girls in school. Jennifer and Sherrie were just the latest. Three were cheerleaders at football parties. Amy and Laura were on the track team. And then there was Martha, his Latin tutor. She was not usually considered attractive with her thick glasses, but had a nice body. When they met in the library to study for the midterm, Kyle was bored stupid. He soon found that he could see down her blouse and decided he liked what he saw. At first Martha was flattered that Kyle would want to kiss her, but soon her blouse was open and she was too embarrassed to scream. She fought silently, but franticly to escape his hands. It was only minutes before she was lying on the library floor with her skirt pulled up and Kyle was forcing his cock into her tight pussy. Her hands were pinned above her head and all she could do was whisper "stop" again and again. Sherrie was naked in her mother's kitchen with her tits pressed into the hardwood tabletop. Kyle was slowly fucking her from behind with half of his nine-inch cock. As he worked the rest in, loosening up her fresh pussy, she began rocking across the table. Eventually he bottomed out against her ass and picked up the pace. Sherrie grunted as he thumped her from behind. She was not sure if this is what she had expected. She had been dreaming of her friend Jen getting fucked by two guys in the backseat of Kyle's car. But, she did not know what really happened, yet.

Kyle pulled his cock out of Sherrie's pussy and turned her around to face him. 

"Hop up on the table," he said, "Are you alright?"

Sherrie was embarrassed, standing there in just her socks. Her thin, tight body was flushed pink and her nipples stood out proudly as Kyle lifted her onto the table. She mumbled something about being OK. She couldn't look at him. Kyle lifted her chin and kissed her long and firmly, reminding her what they were doing. He lifted her knees as he lowered her back down to the table and readied his cock at her wet opening.

Kyle spoke, "This is just how I fucked Jennifer that night, did she tell you?"

Sherrie shivered at the mention of her friend and when Kyle pushed back into her pussy she came instantly. With her eyes closed and imagining Jen getting fucked on the hood of his car, Sherrie's body vibrated with her first orgasm during her first sex. Kyle enjoyed watching this virgin come all over his cock, but he was not finished yet. He began fucking her harder now, driving his cock fully into her accepting cunt. He told her the rest of the story as he seemingly replayed it for her. 

"First Gerry fingered her 'til she came, Jen comes real nice. Then she gets on her knees and takes his cock in her mouth. Jen gives him a real good blowjob." Kyle strokes her face as her keeps fucking her. As he traces Sherrie's lips, she finally looks up at him. He slips a finger into her mouth and asks, "Did you ever suck a cock, Cherry? Do you want to suck mine?"

Sherrie came violently at the words and Kyle couldn't hold out any longer. He bucked her harder than before and exploded inside her. Sherrie, breathing heavy on the table, could not believe the sensations rushing through her body. Kyle traced his wet finger down her throat and massaged her small tits as he pumped his last into her. They both lay panting, enjoying the aftermath. It occurred to her that she was lucky. She had heard of girls not liking sex the first time and that guys never last long with virgins. She felt she had escaped both of these fates with Kyle. She would always remember her first time. Kyle pulled his softening cock out of Sherrie's newly opened pussy. Sherrie let out an easy gasp. 

Applause suddenly erupted from the open slide door. Sherrie jumped up with a start, reaching for her blouse. Gerry and Bob stood at the door clapping their hands in appreciation of her live show. Kyle took a proud bow and pulled his jeans back up. Sherrie struggled to get to her feet and find the rest of her clothes. She gathered them in her arms and ran out the kitchen door with Bob right on her heels. In the living room he grabbed her by the arm, turning her around. She screamed in shock.

"Hey, Hey, Take it easy," he said trying to reassure her. "Settle down."

Sherrie stopped her screaming, but shook her arm loose and shuffled through her clothes in her hands to find her blouse. She pulled it on quickly, not bothering to button it and wrestled with her skirt. LaRouche snapped the skirt out of her hands and threw it over his shoulder onto the floor.

"You won't need that for a while." He said. Sherrie looked up in shock.

"What the hell are you talking about?" She looked at Bob in horror and then saw Kyle and Gerry come out of the kitchen. Sherrie was standing there nearly naked. Apart from her open blouse, she wore only her socks. Her skin was flushed red, both from her recent fucking by Kyle and from being caught naked by these two friends of his. Her shoulder length blonde hair, which was usually finely combed, now hung across her face in a sweaty tangle. Bob took her by the shoulders.

"C'mon Sherrie, you can't say you didn't like it. We just want to keep the party going." As he spoke he tried to lead her to the couch.

Sherrie broke free, "No!" she shouted. She took a step back gathering her open blouse around her tightly. "Get out of here!"

"You really don't have a choice." And with that, Bob pushed her back and she fell onto the couch. She flailed her legs trying to kick him away but couldn't connect. He landed on her and their wrestling match left them both on the floor. Sherrie crossed her legs tightly now as Bob fought with her over her shirt. It took him only seconds to pin her hands above her head but she continued to struggle. He planted a hard, sloppy kiss on her neck as she twisted her face away from him. He ran his tongue down her chest and bit her left tit gently. Her nipples were still hard and he pulled on them with his teeth. Sherrie strained against him trying to get her arms free. She twisted her lower body to block his attempts to spread her knees. Bob just held her down and finally called Gerry over to help. Gerry took hold of her arms and pulled, stretching her torso out on the carpet. Sherrie screamed again. With his hands free again, Bob slid down her body and forced her thighs wide. Sherrie struggled less now, knowing it was useless. He propped himself up between her raised knees and pulled his own t-shirt over his head. Then he loosened the drawstring of his sweat shorts and released his bulging cock. 

Sherrie screamed louder and seemed to beg Gerry with her eyes to help her.

"Shut up you slut!" Bob said, "You're just like little Jenny, all sweet and tender on the outside but what you really want is a good hard fuck."

As Sherrie tried to process this, Bob positioned his cock at her still wet pussy and began to push. Her wet lips gave way easily as his cock tunneled its way into her tender young pussy. Sherrie's body tensed and she tried to shake free, but the two football players outweighed her by almost 300 lbs. When her struggles began to subside, Bob reached back and hooked his elbows under her knees. He then folded Sherrie in half on the floor and began to relentlessly fuck her defenseless cunt. 

With her knees pinned back against her shoulders and her pussy raised up to meet his rapid thrusts, she had little choice but to grit her teeth and take the pounding. She closed her eyes and gave in to the inevitable. As her tense limbs loosened up her body began to accept the intrusion and welcome it. There was no doubt her ravished pussy was responding to Bob's attack. Each of his strokes built the pressure on her clit until her restrained body erupted into her third orgasm of the afternoon. 

Sherrie's tight little pussy clenched and pulled at Bob's cock and he had to fight not to blow his load deep inside her. But he had other plans. Gerry had released Sherrie's hands while she came, and she had not fought to break free. Bob held still to get hold of himself, while Sherrie unwillingly continued to milk his cock with her pussy. When he thought he could last, Bob sat up under Sherrie and rolled her over on top of him. With his cock still inside her, he lay on his back on the carpet and Sherrie settled down on top of him. Even though Bob was no longer holding her, Sherrie could not bring herself to get up. Something remained unfinished and her body knew it. She fought herself, wanting to get out of there. Silently, she lifted up, sliding Bob's cock slowly out of her. With only the head still inside her, Sherrie paused, clinging to her Honor Roll dreams, and then she eased back down on Bob's cock. She settled there without moving, her head hanging low with her eyes closed. Nobody said a word. Gently she began to shift forward, searching. She rocked back and then eased forward again. She found she could rub her clit on the top of Bob's cock and it felt fantastic. She couldn't admit it, but a warm swell ran across her skin and she increased the speed.

"That's right slut, now you fuck me." Bob rested on his back gently stroking her thighs as they straddled his torso. He rocked his hips up to finish each stroke of Sherrie's pussy on his cock. As she taught herself this new position, Bob ran his hands up to maul both of her tits. Her nipples were still hard and he rolled them in his fingers causing her to gasp. Sherrie leaned forward and put her hands on the floor beside Bob. 

She had her eyes closed and did not see Gerry kneel down behind her. Her grabbed her by the hips and lifted her off of Bob’s cock. For just a second Sherrie looked confused, and then she felt Gerry’s long shaft push into her doggie-style. It only took one stroke for her wet cunt to lubricate his black cock. The sexy, young blonde, who was a virgin 30 minutes ago, realized she had just taken her third cock. Immediately, he started to rock her body back and forth and Sherrie accepted this new fucking without question. Gerry was more vigorous than Bob and the increased speed soon brought her to a vocal climax. Bob, who was still lying below her squeezing her nipples sore, pulled her down close to him and kissed her, harshly. Sherrie’s body had taken over and she returned the kiss without thinking. He easily drove his tongue into her open lips and she was forced to respond. 

While she was making out with Bob, Gerry continued fucking her pussy from behind. With her head pulled down, her ass was raised up perfectly to meet him. He massaged her cheeks while letting her fuck herself on his tool. Bob, Kyle and Gerry all shared a knowing glance. They’re plan had worked better than they could have imagined. Gerry slowly pulled his cock out and placed the head at the entrance to her raised ass. Her scream was muffled by Bob’s secure kiss, as Gerry pressed his wet cock into her. Sherrie fought to get away from the unwanted anal intrusion, but the two guys held her tightly and within a minute Gerry’s full nine inches were inside her. Bob released his kiss and the honor student let loose a torrent of obscenity at Gerry. It turned into a painful wail as he eased his cock out of her ass and then forced it all the way back in. Gerry smiled as her tight hole opened up and he began ass fucking his second white girl in earnest. 

Her swearing rampage was now just a repeating grunt as she tried to accept this punishment. Bob motioned Gerry to hold still and he positioned his waiting cock at Sherrie’s cunt lips again. She was staring into Bob’s eyes and shaking her head “No” as her gave her her first double penetration. With two cocks fucking her precious body, her face was in anguish. Tears formed in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She could imagine her number one class ranking dissolving in a reputation as a slut. She was not some whore for the football team, yet here she was fucking three players in one afternoon and two at once. When Kyle knelt down in front of her she knew what was coming. She pleaded with him and her tears were running freely but Kyle lifted her face and brushed them away. He slapped her face with his cock and wiped it on her open lips. Her tongue touched shaft that had taken her cherry earlier, but she closed her mouth and tried to turn her head. 

Unfortunately, she was outnumbered. Kyle held her head up while Bob pinched her nipples hard and Gerry slapped her on the ass. When she yelped at the abuse Kyle pushed his cock into her mouth. Sherrie had never seen a cock before today and now had one in each of her three openings. Kyle held her face on both sides and guided her onto his cock. Without speaking he taught her how to give a blowjob, pumping her face slowly and working in a little more with every stroke. By applying a little pressure he got her to start wrapping her tongue around his thick shaft. It only took a few minutes and she gave decent head. It didn’t take long for the three football players to reach their limit. Bob came first, shooting his loaded deep into her pussy while Gerry continued pounding her ass. A minute later, he and Kyle both fired their loads into opposite ends. Gerry held still deep in her ass and let the tightness there milk the last of his come. Sherrie choked on the first shot from Kyle and he pulled out and jerked the rest of his load into her face. He held her there by the hair on top of her head and aimed stream after stream at her. She had come in her eyes dripping down her tear-streaked cheeks. Secretly, she had one more orgasm during their combined attack. When they rolled her over after pulling out their cocks, she lay panting on the carpet. As the guys caught their breath and traded high-fives, Sherrie got up and limped into the bathroom. It took almost 30 minutes before she could come out wearing her father’s robe. She looked around for the three guys but they were not in the livingroom. She gathered her clothes quickly and ran up the stairs to her bedroom. She slammed the door shut but then turned to see them all in the room. 




Riding Bareback Ch. 4



“Oh no,” was all she could say.

“Take off the robe Sherrie,” Gerry was speaking, “I want to fuck you one more time.”

“And I never got a blowjob.” Bob added.



Riding Bareback Ch. 5



There was an old football legend at Buckland High based on a story from the ‘70s that had been twisted and exaggerated over the years and was now used mostly to scare the cheerleaders.  The last game every year was always against archrival, Lee High School from the next county.  Tradition held that the cheerleaders of the losing team had to sleep with the winners.  It was total myth, stretched out of proportion, after the cheer captain in ’74 dumped her boyfriend on the Buckland team and went out with the QB of Lee.  It was an unbearable affront after Lee had won 35 – 7 and the slighted player started a rumor that he had lost a bet and paid it off with his girl.  He promptly, then dumped her for being such a slut.  It was too juicy of a story and it grew into a running bet over the years until it included the whole squad, but it never happened.  It was great inspiration for the players before the big game and it always was a great game.

This year there was even more on the line.  Both teams were undefeated going in and the winner could claim the state championship.  The Lee QB, Josh Stevens, had signed to play at Florida.  Kyle, Bob and Gerry were each recruited by Ohio, USC and Clemson respectively.  Ten thousand people were expected in the stands.  Kyle had decided to up the ante and he placed the bet.  He had his eye on the captain of the Lee cheerleaders for the last couple of years.  When he scouted their team last month he spent most of his time scouting her.  

Shannon was her name.  She was 5’ 9” with long blonde hair, straight and flowing.  Her eyes were clear sparkling blue and her natural smile highlighted her delicious face.  She had a perfect body, long lean legs, round firm ass, flat stomach and full D-cup breasts that were so young and firm they could stand up fine with out a bra.  Shannon turned heads wherever she went and she knew it.  She had dated Josh for two years but had broken up with him when she found out he had cheated on her with three other girls on her squad.   He was the only one she had ever had sex with and now, he was willing to give her to Kyle, drunken or drugged, whatever it took to have her ready to fuck.  Provided, of course, that Buckland could beat Lee.  Kyle would have to provide equal compensation should Lee win the game.

The big game lived up to all expectations.  Kyle, playing cornerback, picked off one of Josh’s early passes and ran it back for a touchdown.  The Lee QB threw two others for TD’s and at the half it was 14-7, Lee.  Gerry ran for two TD’s in the 3rd quarter, but Lee ran for another to tie it up with 1:30 left in the game.   Then, on the last play of the game, a hail Mary pass by Buckland for the win was tipped in the air and picked off.  The Lee defense made handed off and ladder rolled the ball 8 times while running it 85 yards for the winning touchdown.  Buckland went 10-1, for their best season in 20 years, but Lee High School was State Champion.

 During the on field handshakes, Kyle couldn’t take his eyes off Shannon jumping up and down in celebration.  Her hair and her skirt seemed to float on the wind and even through that white sweater with the red L, he could plainly see the tits of his dreams bouncing away without him.  When Josh came to him in line, he gave him the address of the Lee victory party and left with the words, “Bring my prize, pal.  Bring my prize.”

Kyle turned his gaze toward the Buckland sideline.  The players limped off the field holding their helmets and their heads in their hands.  The crowd also walked quietly from the stands and the cheerleaders solemnly packed their gear into duffle bags.  As Kyle watched the girls he tried to imagine any of them honoring his stupid bet.  He couldn’t pick one to give to Josh for the night.  None of them would go for it, but he knew one girl who might.  

Outside the fence, walking to her car, he saw her.  In cut off jeans that hugged her round ass tightly and a denim halter-top that bared her delicious middle and squeezed her ripe breasts together, Jennifer Fox could give a hard-on to a dead man.  Kyle also knew from personal experience that she could fuck like a rabbit.  He had had the pleasure of her company several times since he and Gerry double-teamed her after the carnival.  


Jennifer knew when Kyle called that he wanted sex and as usual she gave in and agreed to see him.  He had a tough game and she felt sorry for him, but she also knew he would take out his frustration on her sweet little body and that was already giving her goose bumps.   Her nights out with Kyle were not normally dates.  He would pick her up down the street from her house, take her somewhere private, strip her naked and attack that lovely 18 year-old body.  Jen would fight a little to keep it interesting, but eventually she would surrender and come all over his thick 9-inch cock.  By the end of the phone call, she had mentally prepared herself to once again have her body used sexually by Kyle.  She even agreed to wear something slutty for him, although she wasn’t sure what it would be, or how she would get out of the house in it. 

When Jen saw Kyle’s headlights coming up the road she stepped out of the shadows and tossed her overcoat over a fence rail.  She could reclaim it there on her way home.  Normally in blue jeans or cutoffs, her curvy legs rose out of a pair of cowboy boots, her usual footwear, and barely disappeared under a very short black miniskirt.  Above the waist, she wore a thin black nylon top that left all of her flat stomach exposed.  There were no buttons fastened, only a knot in the fabric nestled right between her fabulous C-cup breasts held it closed.  The tight sleeves ended in bow ties at the elbows.  The flared collar was spread wide open exposing her smooth neck and down into the depths of her cleavage.  Her long hair was no longer braided, but held back loosely by a thin black ribbon. 

Kyle massaged her bare thighs as he drove away and Jen could tell he thought she was hot.  She couldn’t believe she had dressed as slutty as she did.  She had never made her body so obviously available to anyone.  

“Hey Jen,” Kyle said, “Why don’t you help me relax a little while I drive.”  He lifted his shirt and loosened his belt.  

Jen could see the bulge in his jeans and pressed one hand onto it while leaning in to lick his ear. “Let’s go somewhere and take turns.”

“We are going somewhere and I want you to blow me.”

She couldn’t understand why he was being so direct, but then they didn’t actually have a relationship, so, slowly and quietly, she lowered her head.  She bit her lip and held back a tear as she pulled his zipper down and took out his hard cock.  Tentatively at first, she licked the head in circles.  Her lips opened to let him in and within a few minutes she was bobbing up and down on Kyle’s full length.  No longer knowing, she now ran on instinct.  She stretched out across the seat, lying on her belly with her boots up against the window.  Kyle took the opportunity to rub her fine ass and when he lifted her skirt he was amazed to find her wearing a thin black thong.

Jen’s tan skin glowed in the dashboard light as Kyle squeezed her ass flesh.  He slapped her on the butt and Jen pulled off his cock.  “Hey, take it easy.”

“You dress like a slut. You get spanked like a slut.”  Kyle said just before smacking her even harder.  And for the next twenty minutes he alternately spanked and mauled her ass while she pumped her face up and down on Kyle’s throbbing dick.  She knew was getting close when his hand left her ass and held her by the back of the head.  She tried to pull back but was held firmly as she felt the first of his seed fire down her throat.  Rather than fight to get loose, Jen concentrated on swallowing all she could and just managed to keep up with his final pulses.

A few minutes later they were walking into the party for the new State Champion Lee High Bulldogs.  Jen clung to Kyle’s arm, very self conscious at the way she was dressed.  She wasn’t expecting to be out in public.  The other girls wore sweaters and jeans and Jen was nearly naked in her clinging top and micro-skirt.  She could feel all eyes on her.  The guys imagined peeling off what clothes she was wearing and the girls turned their noses up at her slutty attire.  She nearly chugged two drinks and was starting a third when Josh approached Kyle.  

“Glad you could make it Kyle.  I hope nobody’s giving you a hard time about the game?”

“Not at all.  I want you to meet Jennifer Fox.”

Jen shook the tall quarterback’s hand politely, still not knowing why they were there.  She thought Josh’s hand and eyes lingered too long on her before speaking.

“Is that your real name?  It certainly is appropriate.”

Jen blushed uncontrollably and turned to look up at Kyle.  He stared into her eyes for a few seconds and spoke.

“Jen, I want you to go upstairs with Josh.”  He made it clear with the determined look he gave her exactly what he meant.  Jen could only shake her head as Josh, a man she did not even know, took her by the hand and led her up the stairs.  The room grew quiet as everybody watched them climb the steps.  Jen looked around the room, searching for a way out, from the cheerleaders who looked away from her to Josh’s teammates checking out her legs and giving high fives, to Kyle who turned to talk to a tall blond with large breasts.  Josh made a show of marching her off like a trophy and when they reached the top and turned into the first bedroom there, the room erupted in applause.

Jen was humiliated, but when she tried to protest Josh lifted her off the ground and planted a savage lip lock on her.  Jen’s boots hung in the air as he grabbed at her ass under her mini skirt and drove his tongue between her teeth.  As she hit the bed on her back, she saw a crowd rapidly forming outside the door.  Josh lifted one of her boots and ran his hands down the full length of her leg showing it off to the crowd.

“Show me your tits, Bitch.”  He pulled off her boot and threw it aside, quickly grabbing her other leg.  Jen, still in shock, did the only thing she could do.  She slowly reached up to the knot at her breasts and untied her top, spilling her glorious tits out in the open.  Her firm C-cup breasts stood up proud, nipples hardening under the eyes of her audience with no tan lines in sight.  Josh stared into her eyes as he tossed away her other boot and then flipped her onto her stomach.  He reached for her shoulders and peeled her top down her strong arms, baring her back.  With a slap on the ass he lifted her onto her hands and knees.  He yanked the thin skirt from Jen’s beautiful body leaving her in nothing but a thong.  

“Turn around Bitch and suck my cock.”  Josh waited as Jen turned in a crawl to sit on the edge of the bed.  She looked sadly up at Josh as she opened his pants, letting them fall to the ground.  He stepped out of them and lifted off his own shirt as Jen wrapped her hands and her lips around his cock.  She expertly worked his cock but began to worry as he continued to grow, finally reaching his full length of 11 inches.  The crowd oozed excitement and spilled into the room as Josh pushed Jen down on the bed and tugged the thong off her legs.   They surrounded the bed as he climbed on top of her and unceremoniously drove his wet cock into her waiting pussy.

Jen gasped and bit down on her lip in pain as he forced his huge cock into her.  She was already wet, but this was by far the biggest cock she had yet taken in her young life and he wasn’t waiting for her to get used to it.  Josh pushed steadily into her until he bottomed out and then started wildly fucking his prize.   Her ankles were up on his shoulders and his hands were on her tits as he mercilessly fucked his new whore.  Jen bit down on the back of her hand to keep from screaming but she still let out a loud grunt with each of his thrusts.  It occurred to her that this was the first time she ever had sex in a bed.

Jen had learned recently that she liked to be taken. She had let Kyle and LaRouche use her for sex, basically anytime they wanted.   They had struck a cord with her; they knew she thrived on being forced.  If you didn’t give her a choice, Jen would let you do anything you wanted with her sexy little body.  Kyle had just taken her to the extreme, giving her away to settle a bet.  Josh, however, was being rougher than the other three guys and she had never before been fucked in front of an audience.  As her body rocked on the bed, she saw there were at least 20 people in the room, mostly Lee football players and a few girlfriends.  Josh pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and stood up as he fucked her precious body.  The crowd cheered as her tits bounced.  She was completely naked with her legs high and wide in a house full of strangers.  A chant broke out in the room.

“Fuck that Slut! Buckland Cunt!” Over and over again.  Hands clapped and feet stomped.  Josh gripped her knees and with five hard thrusts, shot his load deep into Jen’s abused pussy.  Jen had let her body be taken and now she let herself have what pleasure she could get from her attacker.  To the cheers of “Slut” and “Whore” and her own screams of anguish, Jen’s beautiful body rolled through a long and wonderful orgasm.  Her head stretched back, her spine arched and her toes clenched.  A shimmer went in waves down her tits and abs and her legs shook as Josh emptied his balls into her.

Josh withdrew his cock abruptly and pulled on his jeans, then announced to the crowd, “Since the bet was ‘Anything Goes’ and it was a team victory, any Bulldog that wants to fuck the pride of Buckland can take his turn.”  Then he walked out of the room pulling a short redheaded cheerleader with him.  “Have fun with her boys!”

Jen inched back against the headboard as they closed in.  She knew she was about to be gang-banged by a group of total strangers.  It only took seconds for her to be flipped over onto her hands and knees.  Instantly she was filled with two cocks, one in her pussy doggie style and one being pushed into her accepting throat.  These two guys were nothing if not eager and they didn’t last long.   In less than five minutes, Jen was drinking the cum of one and felt the other splash inside her, joining their team quarterback’s.

 Before she could move, two more Bulldogs took their places and Jen was filled with cock again.  She may as well have been a hole in the ground, the way she was being treated.  The chanting continued as she was passed from player to player.  The audience started ribbing the player fucking her now and she realized she had just taken his virginity.  She looked back at him and actually smiled, but her face was quickly pulled back to the cock waiting in front of her.  Two more loads of come splashed inside her and without thinking she swallowed and cleaned up the cock in her mouth.  The virgin continued to fuck her slowly with his softening cock until he was pushed out of the way.

Next in line was a 300lb offensive tackle named Bubba.  Jen slumped to the bed and lay on her side watching Bubba get undressed.  He was not all muscle.  His shoulders were about four feet wide and his arms were bigger around than Jen’s legs.  His legs were bigger than her waist and his belly over hung his waist enough to hide his growing 9” cock.  A few players taunted Bubba that this would be his first fuck, of a human.  His hair was long and hung rather scraggily around his face.  He wore a partially grown goatee. Jen was worn out from her previous activities and shook her head “no.”  Bubba stepped up to the bed and asked her name.

“Jennifer” she replied meekly.

“Well Jennifer,” he said, “I’ll try not to hurt you, OK.”  The look on his face seemed to be of genuine concern.  He stroked his large hand up and down her leg and motioned for her to roll onto her back.

“OK” Jen said.  What else could she say?  What worried her the most was just his immense size.  He was huge and he was sweating already.  Jen had always prided herself on being able to take whatever was thrown at her, but she was worried about this one.  Her little body was barely a third of his size, how could she possibly endure this.

“I love your tits, Jen.” Bubba said.  His voice was strangely quiet for such a big man.  One big hand mauled both of her tits together and pushed her back into the mattress.  “Spread your legs wider for me Jen.”  As he climbed on top, he let his weight come to rest, nearly smothering her.  

She tried to push him up with her arms but there was no chance.  Her little hands just sunk into the folds of flesh on his chest.  Revulsion swam through her at the thought of this blob getting inside her.  She wrestled with the hand grabbing at her chest, but he brushed her away easily.  When she tried again to move him, he grabbed both her wrists in one big hand and held them out above her head.  Jen could not move at all.  

All Jen could to was grunt against his effort as he reached down between their bodies and aimed his cock, the only hard thing on his flabby body, at her tender pussy.  He pushed in quickly since she had already taken three loads of come from his teammates.   As Bubba rocked his massive weight back and forth on her squashed body, her whole body was buried beneath him, only her slender legs pushed out at either side.  He only lifted up to squeeze and pinch her luscious tits.

Jen continued to gasp for air as Bubba fucked her.  She was disgusted at being covered in the big slob’s sweat.  Her face was pressed into his chest and with her arms stretched out over her head she could not look away.  She had swallowed four loads of come and been fucked four times and now she had to have this jerk’s flabby body rubbed in her face.  She was almost relieved when she felt him quicken the pace, knowing he was nearing the end.

Suddenly he stopped fucking her and pulled his cock out.  Without letting her hands go, he moved up her body and pressed his cock into her tits.  His belly dragged on her face as he rubbed his slimy cock on her tits, already smeared with his sweat.  This sloppy titty fuck went on for a few minutes until he reached down and jerked his load into her face.  He must have been saving up, after all who would have sex with him, because he fired shot after shot onto her face, her hair and her tits.  Then he wiped his cock off on her face until she opened her mouth and resigned herself to lick him clean.  

The room had mostly cleared out.  Nobody wanted to watch Jabba the hut get it on.  As Jen tried to catch her breath, one of the few guys left in the room threw her a towel and she wiped her face with it.  Another put down the video camera he had been holding.  Jen felt humiliated as she realized her whole ordeal had been filmed.  Then it occurred to her, that only her last fuck with Bubba bothered her.  She had actually been turned on by Josh and the others.  Knowing she had been the first sex for some of these guys gave her a wierd sense of pride.  Her humiliation came only from knowing anyone else might see her getting fucked by that massive slob, Bubba.

“You’re a mess, Slut!  Why don’t you get cleaned up before I fuck you.  I don’t want to catch anything from Bubba.”   They led her into the large bathroom attached to the bedroom and she got into the shower.  The hot water felt good on her battered skin and she let it run down the full length of her hair, reaching the top of her round ass. The curtain pulled open and she saw the video camera back on her again.  Slowly she began to soap up her sexy body, teasing these boys with her long wet hair.  She leaned against the back wall of the shower and massaged the soap through her breasts and down to her sore pussy.  On camera, she worked two fingers into her cunt and made herself come.  

After she dried off Jennifer returned to the big bed and let the rest of the team take their turns with her.  One by one they would climb between her tan thighs and shove their eager cocks into her stretched out cunt.  Nine virgin players gave her their first fuck.  In the end she fucked 23 Lee Bulldogs and gave half of them blowjobs as well.  Most of it was captured on video and the tape continues to be played for new team members to provide motivation for the big game.  Josh gave Jen a ride home dropping her off at 4:30 am, but only after she sucked his cock one more time outside her father’s house.  She snuck in the basement wearing only a Lee Football jersey.  The rumors of her gang-bang followed her to college where she occasionally was forced into 4 on 1, but she never had another night like this one.




Riding Bareback Ch. 5



Kyle, meanwhile, spent four hours coaxing the sweater off Shannon, the captain of the Lee cheerleaders.  She finally let him sneak his hand into her panties, but when he opened his belt, she balked.  Afraid of being caught lying in the yard behind Josh’s swimming pool, Shannon wrestled quietly with Kyle until he had her pinned with her legs open.  She refused to scream as he pressed his cock into her tight pussy.  This was only her second fuck and she accepted it with her eyes closed and her teeth clenched.  Afterward, Kyle left her there, half naked in the grass and walked off with her cheerleader sweater as a trophy.  Shannon waited there, crying softly, until the party was over and then ran topless to her car and drove home.