Eleanor was tall and supple for her sixteen years, with long, tan legs. She also thought she had pretty nice tits -- the boys seemed to think so, too -- and she knew for a fact she had the sexiest ass in the junior class. What was more, Zach had asked her out twice already, even though he was in college and nearly four years older -- something she was careful to conceal from her parents.

On their first date, Ellie had (as always) followed her mother�s advice to "be careful," but she was flattered by Zach�s attentions . . . and he did behave himself, she had to admit. He�d even asked if he could kiss her, which was more than the boys her own age bothered to do. They just tried to stick their tongues down her throat. She hadn�t minded when Zach cupped her breast through her shirt and squeezed it a little, or when he stroked her thigh through her slacks. She�d been touched in both places before and it felt so very, very nice, all warm and tingly.

On their second date (they went to see Shakespeare at the college, which made Ellie feel absolutely grown up), they�d ended the evening at a well-known parking spot and Zach had--- well, he�d basically talked her out of her blouse and jeans, and almost her panties, too, though Ellie had to admit she wanted him to touch her just about everywhere. He hadn�t pressed too hard, though, and she had never felt herself in danger or out of control.

Now, two weeks later, she wondered if she was about to get laid for the first time in her life. She was nervous about the prospect but excited at the same time. She certainly wouldn�t do it without a condom . . . but if he had one with him, well . . . she wouldn�t know for certain what she would do until that very moment. And if she gave in and fucked him, she swore to herself she would never regret it afterward.

Zach took her to a party at someone�s old multistory house near the campus and she tried very hard to look older than she was. He introduced her around among his friends but he never mentioned to anyone that she was still in high school. Everyone just seemed to assume she was in college, like them -- which delighted her beyond belief.

She had to drink a little to keep up the pretense since everyone else drank as a matter of course, but Zach seemed to be watering down her bourbon, so she only felt lightheaded and happy, not sick to her stomach at all. And everyone was so friendly. They talked and laughed and gossiped about college things, and Ellie listened closely, tried not to say young-sounding things, and laughed right along with them.

Occasionally, she noticed a couple slipping off to one of the bedrooms and she had a pretty good idea what they were doing. The girls came back after awhile with faces flushed and hair in disarray and their dates usually grinned and winked at their friends. Some of the couples didn�t even come back to the party at all; Ellie had to assume they had gone off to someone�s dorm room for the whole night.

And now Zach was whispering in her ear, suggesting she accompany him down the dim hallway. Maybe the bourbon made up her mind for her, watered down or not. Or maybe she simply decided it was time and that Zach would be a nice boy for her first fuck. Anyway, she didn�t think too many of the others had noticed them moving off into the darkness, Zach�s hand stroking the small of her back.

There was an L-bend just down the hall, and around the corner was a door. Zach opened it and whispered, "Watch your step -- we�re going downstairs." It was dark as Mammoth Cave but he set her hand on a railing and held her other hand, and she had no trouble negotiating the lengthy flight of steps. At the bottom there seemed to be more doors. Overflow bedrooms, she supposed, subdivided out of the basement. She knew from the conversations at the party that a number of students were living here to save money.

Zach opened the door on the left and guided her through it, still in pitch-blackness. She heard the quiet snick of a deadbolt being turned and smiled to herself. She didn�t want to be interrupted any more than he did. Then he flicked on a dim overhead light and Ellie looked around.

Whoever slept here must not have to pay very much rent, she thought. There was just a single bed with a footlocker at the end of it and a beat-up old oak wardrobe against the opposite wall. There was a two-shelf bricks-and-boards bookcase, and a threadbare rug covered less than half the floor. The room was shabby but at least it seemed reasonably clean, and it didn�t smell. She wondered if this was Zach�s room. Not that it mattered.

Ellie felt herself being moved backward toward the bed. Not shoved, just coaxed. Zach kissed her neck and nibbled her ears and she kept sliding her feet backward, inch by inch, until the backs of her knees pressed against the mattress. He sat her down gently, his lips glued to hers, and eased her onto her back.

"He really doesn�t have to be so subtle, trying to seduce me," she thought, and stifled a giggle. But it was nice that he was making the effort. She felt his fingers sneakily unbuttoning her shirt and almost laughed again. Didn�t he realize she�d worn something with buttons for a reason? She kicked off her loafers and let him spreadeagle her arms on the bed as his tongue moved hotly up and down her throat.

He nosed her shirt open, exposing her bra -- only a B-cup, she thought ruefully, but at least it fastened in the front. Wasn�t that a sufficiently blatant message? Yes, it seemed so. He flicked the clasp open and spread the cups out of the way, and her nipples stiffened at the hungry look in his eyes.

Then his tongue was circling her right tit and a moan escaped her throat. Her fingers fastened in his hair and held his face tight against her breast. Zach gave up any pretense at seduction and sucked her hard nipple into his mouth, biting it every so lightly. The shock that sent through her made her jerk and she nearly couldn�t catch her breath.

Then he was lifting her up and hurriedly pulling her shirt and bra completely off her body. She grabbed the hem of his polo shirt and yanked it upward hard enough to dislocate his shoulder if he hadn�t been in such great shape. He stripped it off and his hands went to the snap and zipper of her chinos. And she helped him work the material down her legs and arched her back a little as he pulled off her white socks.

Zach was on top of her for a moment but then he stretched out beside her and began running his big hands up and down her body, causing waves of heat to roll over her. When she shifted position, her breasts jiggled . . . and the knowledge that he was watching them move, watching her, was almost more than she could stand. Even masturbating in her bed late at night, she�d never imagined being so completely aroused.

Then he stood for a moment, unzipped his trousers, and pushed them carelessly off onto the floor. The shape of his cock was visible through his briefs, a thick, twitching thing that Ellie thought should probably frighten her -- but it didn�t. She wanted to hold it in her hands, to feel it get hard and stiff. She�d handled a boy�s dick only once, almost a year before, for a total of five minutes, before nervousness overcame her. Zach�s looked to be much, much bigger, much more grown-up.

She sat up and slid her fingers beneath the elastic over his muscular hips, pushing the white briefs down his thighs. His cock was bigger even than she had imagined. She carefully wrapped the fingers of one hand around it and squeezed gently, experimentally. Now it was Zach�s turn to moan. She let her hand slide slowly up and down the shaft a few times, the way she knew boys did when they jerked off. Zach sucked in a deep, shuddering breath. She smiled up at him, . . . and then slowly and deliberately touched the tip of his trembling organ to her nipple. His eyes closed and he licked his lips. Ellie was amazed at the fire bolt that seemed to leap from his shaft to her breast, making her jerk again involuntarily.

Zach shucked his briefs the rest of the way and gave her an intense look that took her breath away. Then he knelt at her side, laid her back again, and rolled her white panties down over her hips, down her legs, and off her feet. She was struck by the realization, quite suddenly, that she was lying naked on a bed with a naked boy, and that her pussy was definitely wet and his cock was definitely ready and waiting.

He urged her around lengthwise on the bed so her head was just below the pillow. Then he straddled her waist, took her wrists in each of his hands, and bent to kiss her deeply and thoroughly. His cock twitched against her ribs and she returned his kiss for all she was worth, writhing on the bed and knowing she�d already made up her mind about what was going to happen.

She let him stretch her arms up over her head and she had to admit she felt very aroused when he captured both her wrists in one big hand and rolled his other thumb over her nipple. She couldn�t move more than a millimeter, nor did she want to.

Finally, Zach let go of her arms, moved to the end of the bed, and spread her ankles wide. She knew her pussy was completely exposed, gaping and wet, and the thought turned her on even more. She�d completely forgotten about the requisite condom, too. He raised her ankles until her legs were pointed straight up in a narrow "V" and pushed a little. Ellie got the idea and bent her knees until they touched her shoulders and her ass curled off the bed. She could feel Zach�s eyes staring straight up into her cunt . . . and she could see his cock, huge and rigid now, and much longer than she had ever imagined, moving slightly with his pulse. The head of his cock touched her clit lightly, once, twice, and she jerked and moaned at each contact. Her arms were buried beneath the pillow behind her head and she clutched the top edge of the mattress feverishly. She wanted him inside her! She wanted it so badly she was about to beg him for it -- but just then, Zach leaned forward a little and sank his organ an inch or two into her grasping pussy.

Ellie sobbed, but not in pain. The sensation of his overheated organ stretching her flesh apart was indescribable. She tried to raise her hips higher, urging him to enter her completely, but he was watching her face and he smiled faintly, apparently in no hurry.

She knew, somehow, that if she could only spread her legs apart widely enough, she could take all of his straining erection within herself. She moved her arms forward and worked her torso until her ankles and lower calves were hooked behind her shoulders. She had done this trick as a child, rocking back and forth on the small of her back, slapping out a rhythm on her upturned ass with the flats of her hands. A little farther, and she was able to cross her ankles behind her head and lock them securely there.

Zach was watching with interest, one-third of his penis moving slowly in and out of her. She grinned and curled her fingers tightly around the shaft, pushing him in and out, almost like a dildo (not that she had ever even seen a dildo). He responded by thrusting hard so that the head of his cock banged against the end of her passage. They moaned a chord in unison and Ellie tried to grip his hips, wanting to pull his entire body inside herself.

He grabbed her wrists again and pinned them out to the sides, trapping her with his weight, but her ankles stayed crossed and she knew Zach wouldn�t hurt her. He began to move faster and faster, pulling nearly all the way out and then ramming himself back into her -- and it dawned on Ellie quite suddenly that his cock was naked. He wasn�t using protection and she was sure he was about to come. And she didn�t care. She wanted to feel him coming in her. She�d never even seen a boy ejaculate but it didn�t frighten her, not anymore. She wanted it, completely and without hesitation.

Then Zach surprised her. Gritting his teeth and screwing his eyes tightly shut with what was obviously a major act of will, he yanked his dick out of her, his balls bouncing against her wetness. She saw the shaft jerk and the milky stream rocketing from the tip, laying a hot trail from the top margin of her pubic hair up over her abdomen, splashing again and again across her breasts, some thick droplets even clinging to her chin. Zach shouted wordlessly.

She felt the orgasmic contractions in her gut, her climactic reaction to his own. Her vision was a little blurred from sweat, and her lips were dry from gasping through her mouth, but she could feel the burning of his semen on her body, and the thought made her delirious. She let her eyes close and concentrated on catching her breath. She couldn�t even think yet about unwinding her limbs.

Zach stared at her, at his shimmering deposit across her body, and seemed to be thinking. "Keep your legs like that a minute," he gasped, still breathing hard. He reached down under the bed and located what he seemed to be fishing for. Ellie couldn�t see what it was, at first, but her jaw fell in disbelief when he reached up behind her head and quickly wound a length of slender, unbreakable nylon rope around her crossed ankles.

"Hey," Ellie protested weakly. The rope didn�t hurt but it was tight -- and how was she going to get her legs unbent? She tried to reach up to the knot Zach had made, but by then he had found another length of rope. He seized her wrists, forced them around behind her legs, behind her neck, and tied them tightly together.

"Hey!" She was in a panic now. Her hands and feet were altogether in a bunch, above and behind her head. She couldn�t move her arms or legs at all and she could feel the stiffness growing in her joints. And she was acutely aware that her crotch was still spread wide, though the wetness was drying rapidly. So was Zach�s semen. She was too bewildered to cry, too disoriented by the bourbon and her first major orgasm, to protest more coherently. She thought maybe she should scream, but then people might come and find her like that, her cunt on display. Being caught naked coming out of the shower was one thing -- a flash of skin, a flinch of embarrassment on both sides, but no harm done. This was very, very different.

And then it was too late to scream. Zach had gotten up from the bed, dug around in the back of the wardrobe, and come out with a bandage tin. In a few seconds, Ellie�s mouth had been covered with several strips of medical adhesive tape. He stood back from the bed to examine his handiwork and Ellie saw that strange little smile again.

Zach stepped back into his slacks, gave Ellie a little "bye-bye" wave, and walked out of the room. Ellie tried to fight her growing terror: These were college kids, after all; maybe this was just a rather thoughtless practical joke. Zach would come back in a minute and untie her and they�d both have a good laugh -- and then Ellie would grab her purse and get the hell out of there.

Instead, when Zach reappeared three or four minutes later, he was still naked but he wasn�t alone. Behind him came another guy and a girl, whom she had seen dancing upstairs. She tried to protest through the tape but her muffled moan was ignored. The new guy stood with a can of beer in one hand, laughing at the trussed girl on the bed. The other girl seemed strangely interested and came forward for a closer look.

She was more petite than Ellie, but with much more developed boobs and long, thick hair. She also had long, very carefully maintained nails, currently tinted fire-engine-red. She leaned over Ellie and smiled not very pleasantly. Then she put out a forefinger and ran one exquisite nail lightly up the length of the younger girl�s calf and thigh, ending with a slow circumnavigation of her still-gaping cunt. Ellie shivered, partly from the sensation itself, but partly because the idea of another girl touching her genitals frightened her out of her wits.

The fingernail-girl stepped back, licking her lips, and her boyfriend knelt and felt around beneath the bed. Ellie felt a small jolt and then the guy stood again, holding one of the stout wooden slats that went across the bed frame and held up the springs. He threaded it between Ellie�s ankles and, with Zach on the other end, the two of them lifted her off the bed, swung the pole onto their shoulders, and carried her out of the room suspended between them.

She felt like a captured trophy animal being carried back to camp by the hunters. Her feet quickly went numb and her legs straightened because of the weight, canting her head forward and forcing her to look at the back of Zach�s bare legs in front of her. Her hips bounced as they climbed the stairs and her shoulders and back throbbed.

Ellie didn�t know what she had expected up on the main floor -- but certainly not the crowd of people standing in a arc around the entrance from the hall, grinning and applauding. She saw a few faces from the party, but also lots of new ones. The girls were mostly dressed in very sexy short dresses, or skin-tight pants and cropped tops. Not many of them seemed to be wearing bras, either. Several of the guys had their pants unzipped and were stroking impressive erections.

Someone had set two heavy metal barbell stands in front of the fireplace and her two porters carefully transferred their burden to the curved holders at the top of them. Ellie was left dangling from the pole, swinging slightly to and fro a couple feet above the floor. She tried to scream "Let me go!" but the adhesive tape muffled nearly all of it.

Then one of the young men in the attentive audience stepped forward and stretched out his hand, and she moaned in terror. He smiled at her, showing a lot of teeth, and took her left nipple between his thumb and finger. And then he squeezed -- hard. The pain made Ellie writhe and the first tears appeared, running down her face.

An extraordinarily pretty girl stepped up, stroked her ass cheeks for a minute, and then abruptly rammed her middle finger into Ellie�s asshole. The finger was long but slender and it didn�t really hurt, exactly, but the shock of it made her wonder if she was about to faint.

The next to approach her was a guy with a thick beard and a large, purplish dick, neither of which seemed especially clean. He moved up close and began slapping her across the face with his rigid cock. The sting of it was shocking. Then he stroked himself hard a half-dozen times and came violently, spreading thick ropes of semen across her face and in her hair.

But when Ellie saw the figure waiting behind the bearded guy, she nearly gave up all hope. He was the biggest person she�d ever seen -- nearly seven feet tall, and certainly well over two hundred pounds. Probably a football player. He loomed over her like a mountain, staring at her in a calculating way. Then, calmly, the giant took off all his clothes. Everyone watched attentively, silently. The size of his penis, as he stood there, stroking it thoughtfully, made Zach�s dick seem puny. He reached out a hand the size of a catcher�s mitt and wrapped it around her ankles, lifting her up and removing and discarding the bed slat. Then he got a grip on her thighs; his fingers reached nearly all the way around. And, holding Ellie casually out in front of him, he slid her down onto his rigid cock.

She couldn�t believe all of that huge organ would be able fit inside her, even with her cunt stretched open to the maximum. And she was right -- he was at least a couple of inches longer than she was deep -- but he kept on pushing anyway. The pain made her eyes roll back, and he apparently got the message because he stopped pushing. Holding her steady in his hands, he lifted her up again, nearly off his cock, and then slid her back down, and then he did it again, and again. After a minute or two, the sweat was running down his body in torrents, but Ellie was in too much of a daze to notice.

And then the giant came. And came. And came. Ellie flinched as each powerful spurt ricocheted off her cervix, felt the viscous semen oozing out of her and dripping off the rim of her asshole. Hot, desperate tears were running down her face and she had to snuffle hard to be able to breathe.

As his cock slid out of her, the giant held her out at arms-length with no apparent difficulty. Someone pushed a coffee table beneath her and the giant set her down on it ass-first, allowing her to tip over onto her back when he let go. She lay there, rocking slightly, unable to see clearly because of the shock and the semen in her eyes. Her ankles and wrists were still tightly fastened and the pain was a fiery lance in her shoulders and hips. She would have begged abjectly for her freedom, promised anything, but she couldn�t even moan now.

She saw a tall, slender black girl with long hair and enormous eyes strut the length of the table, trailing her nails down Ellie�s calf and thigh and giving her clit a flick. Then the black girl glanced around at the small crowd of guys stroking their cocks and selected one. With a smile, she drew the new guy closer to the table, aiming his penis at her ravaged pussy and rubbing it all around so it was smeared with the giant�s semen. Then she pressed the head of the cock against Ellie�s asshole and urged its owner to do the rest.

Ellie felt her sphincter stretch so wide, she was terrified it might tear, but in the midst of the pain, the head of the guy�s cock popped through. He let out his breath and leaned forward, pushing himself deep inside her. Ellie was vaguely aware that the black girl had pushed her jeans down around her thighs and was stroking her own clit with one hand while fondly the balls of Ellie�s current fucker with the other. Another guy -- Ellie couldn�t see his face -- pushed the black girl from behind, making her bend from the waist. She rested her palms on the table beside Ellie�s ass and, from the moaning sound she made, it was obvious she was being fucked from behind herself.

The cock was now buried deep in her ass, which had thankfully gone numb. Something splashed on her face and ran down into her ear, blocking some of the sounds around her of people groping and fucking each other. Ellie was thankful for the relative silence.

An hour passed, perhaps more, and the orgy had reached the stage of collective climax. A variety of semen trails crisscrossed Ellie�s torso and legs and face. More come leaked slowly from her cunt and her ass, mixed with a certain amount of blood. Her mind had retreated to a dark corner somewhere. She knew vaguely what had happened to her and she no longer cared. She just wanted it all to be over.

Sometime after that, nearly everyone had left the room and Ellie thought she saw someone spreading out a canvas laundry bag, the cheap kind that cinched at the top with a rope. A number of hands picked her up from the table and slipped her into the canvas bag ass-first. Her feet and fingers stuck out the top with the rope tied tightly around them. She couldn�t even see any light through the canvas.

The hands carried her outside and she could hear the night. She felt herself being lowered again, not very gently, and there was an impact of air to accompany the slamming of an automobile�s trunk lid.

Ellie probably passed out for awhile while the car was in motion, but she finally was aware that it had stopped and that the trunk was open again. She was lifted out again and carried a short distance over uneven ground. The hands propped her canvas bag against something so she remained upright and she heard grunting and scrambling sounds and the sounds of shovels digging. The sounds went on for some time, seeming to recede as the hole got deeper.

Ellie didn�t really know what was happening but somewhere in her frozen mind was the understanding that the pain would stop soon. Her last vague thought, as she was lowered at the end of her rope and then dropped several feet to land in wet earth, was that she wouldn�t be going to any more parties.

Copyright 2009 by Michael K. Smith. Copies may be made and posted elsewhere for personal enjoyment, but all commercial rights are reserved.