****** Mean Angela by G-Boy ******
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Mean Angela

For reference, please read "Mean Patty," also by this author.

The 'Clique' was in full swing, holding their imperial court at their usual
table, Mags, the little leader, with her shoulder length brown hair and
dimples. Ann, Mags' best friend, with her head of brown curls and wide smile.
Megan and Tiffany, the two blond twins, with their ripe, developing bodies,
pale skin, and clear eyes. Lisa, the small oriental, with her black hair that
reached to the back of her knees. Patty, the giant of the group, with her long
wavy brown hair, deep brown eyes, and full, lush body. And that squealing
little shrimp, Amy, with her flaming red curls. Angela hated them all.

The thirteen year old freshman was very pretty, with short dark hair, and slim
figure, pert nose, her green eyes simmered with passion on most occasions.
Right now, that passion was anger. The 'Mags Mob' clique was the target of her
anger, but her anger was really toward her parents, and their unfair
discipline.

She'd transferred from Evelyn Heights Public High School to Sacred Ascension
High School for Girls halfway through the school year. When Angela Bonham had
walked onto Evelyn Heights campus that first day of school, she'd attracted
some attention, in her too short red skirt, long white socks, and white midriff
blouse that displayed her flat stomach. Her white patent leather Mary Jane
shoes matched the white patent leather choker around her neck. Her seventeen
year old sister, Anise, had helped her pick out this ensemble. She'd told Anise
that she wanted to be noticed, to look cool. Three senior boys had definitely
noticed the little girl, in her trashy outfit, Tommy, Bill, and Paul, three
star athletes. They approached the freshman, and she agreed to accept a ride
home with them. She'd attracted a lot of attention that day, but she'd decided
that she wanted to have Tommy as her boyfriend. The boys waited for her in
Paul's van, and as soon as the door closed, they roared out of the parking lot,
and Tommy already had his hand on her almost flat chest. Her heart leapt as he
roughly shoved his tongue into her mouth. She tried to pull away, to protest,
when she felt Bill's hands on her waist, pulling up on her blouse, but Tommy
held her tightly. Paul drove like a maniac, until they were behind the shopping
mall, and he parked behind a row of stores. He climbed into the back, where a
very frightened Angela was being stripped of her clothing. Her blouse and white
lace bra lay on the floor, and her skirt was pushed up while Tommy tugged at
her panties as Bill held the struggling, tearful girl. She would have screamed,
but Bill's paw was over her mouth. Paul grabbed one of her small breasts
roughly, and suckled on the dime sized dark nipple. Tommy finished pulling her
panties off, and he unzipped his pants. His erect member stuck out of his jeans
a full seven inches, and the four foot, eight inch girl redoubled her efforts
to free herself. Paul held one leg, while Tommy held the other, and he lunged
forward. A searing pain shot through the little girl as her hymen was punched
through. She jerked and shuddered in agony.

"Fuck! I think the fucking cunt's a virgin!" Tommy gasped.

"She ain't no more," giggled Bill.

Paul let go of her leg and began to roughly twist and pull at her nipples. She
groaned into Bill's large hand as Tommy thrust in and out of her pussy, which
felt like it was on fire from the pain. Within moments, Tommy emptied his balls
into her, and Paul replaced him. Paul's erection was almost as big as Tommy's,
but, because of Tommy's semen that now dripped, along with her blood, Paul's
entry did not hurt as much. She still struggled, but she was weakening. Paul
finished quickly, and Tommy now grabbed her from behind, as Bill unzipped his
faded jeans, to reveal an eleven inch hard on. Angela screamed and jerked as
Bill's cock slammed into her small opening. He roughly fucked the small girl
for a few moments, then grunted.

"You got her all fucking sloppy now, fucking pussy's no good," he grunted.

"Well, fuck her mouth, then," Paul suggested. Angela felt the vomit rushing up
as Tommy's hand was removed from her mouth, and Bill dangled his semen and
blood covered dick in front of her lips. She shook her head no frantically, but
Bill grabbed a handful of her hair.

"Suck my fucking dick, stupid cunt," he ordered.

Gingerly, she reached out her pink tongue, and wanted to throw up when she
tasted the semen and blood on his cock head. She twisted her head away from
him, but he roughly jerked her hair.

"Open your mouth, slut," he yelled.

When she did, he thrust his entire length into her throat. She gagged and
fought the urge to puke. He thrust his dick in and out of her face for a few
minutes, then roughly yanked his prick from her mouth and squirted a huge load
of come onto her gasping face. The three eighteen year olds laughed at her, but
they allowed her to get dressed, and drove her a few blocks from her home. They
promised to make her miserable if she told anyone that they'd raped her, and
drove off. Angela slowly walked home, sure that everyone could see her shame,
and took a long, hot bath. She didn't even tell her sister, Anise, about the
incident.

The next day, she dressed slightly more conservatively for school, but Tommy,
Bill, and Paul, and two more athletes, Chad and Gary, approached her after
final bell. She was roughly shoved into Paul's van again, and this time, she
had to take on five hard cocks. Again, Bill, as he was the most endowed, was
the last to shove his dick into her swollen, sore pussy, and again, he demanded
a suck. This time, however, the other four also wanted a suck after Bill had
dumped his wad of juice on her face. Four more dicks squirted onto her face,
and she was brought a few blocks from her house and endured the shame of
hearing their laughter as they roared off.

The next day, only Bill approached her. Tommy and Paul had selected Kim, a
scrawny freckle faced freshman to snare in their rapist clutches, but Bill
wasn't finished with Angela yet. She was the first girl he'd met that could
take his entire length into her throat, and he had a feeling that she'd be one
hell of a cock sucker if someone would show her how to do it right. She cowered
down as he approached.

"Hey, bitch, I'm giving you a ride home today," he demanded.

She climbed into his battered Toyota with trembling legs. Before they were out
of the parking lot, he had his pants unzipped and was coaching her on how to
use her lips and tongue on his growing erection. By the time they'd pulled up
behind the mall, he'd shot his load into her stomach twice. To her amazement,
Angela was beginning to enjoy this somewhat. At least he wasn't brutalizing her
sore twat with his thick meat.

Bill then ordered the frightened girl into the back seat of his car. She
clambered between the bucket seats and pulled her panties down. He slid in and
thrust his pole into her. She was slightly wet, and he pounded into her for a
few minutes before he grunted a third orgasm deep into her womb.

When Angela sat up, she saw Paul's van. The skinny little freckle faced girl
had ceased fighting, and Bill walked over to the van.

"You wait here," he ordered, as he opened the van door.

The little freckle faced girl did not return to Evelyn Heights the next day.
Angela was approached by Bill again, and ordered to meet him at his car. She
did so, and the ordeal was repeated. This time, however, when she climbed into
the back seat, Bill made her roll over onto her stomach.

She screamed as she felt the head of his dick slam into her unsuspecting anus.
He stabbed at the puckered opening repeatedly, until, at last, he broke
through, and fucked her writhing ass hole until he emptied his balls into her
bowels. He pulled out and used her panties to clean the shit from his dick.

"God damn, that was some good ass," he complemented her, then demanded another
blow job from the sobbing girl.

Her mother got suspicious when other children from Evelyn Heights were arriving
home at 3:15, and Angela wasn't home until 4:00. When she questioned her, she
got only vague answers. Her suspicions were confirmed, however, when Angela
missed her period in October. By mid-November, she trembled as she told her
mother she was pregnant with Bill's baby. An abortion was arranged, and Angela,
who by now was in love with Bill and his thick meat, was transferred to Sacred
Ascension High School for Girls. Her divorced parents, who rarely agreed on
anything, agreed to insist that she stay in the dormitory during the week; to
come home only on the weekends. This cost them an extra three hundred dollars a
month, and she resented every penny, every moment of her confinement. She
missed Bill; her pussy and mouth, and tight squirming ass hole hungered for his
roughness.

And, these stuck up bitches were so unfriendly to her. Mags, Ann, Lisa, Megan
and Tiffany, Amy, and Patty all went home from this prison every day. They got
to eat at home every night, and watch television, and talk to their boyfriends,
if they had any, and go to the mall, and everything else that Angela missed
about home. And, every day, they came back to SAHS, to be with their friends,
of which Angela had none.

She roughly bumped their table as she went by, and heard that big girl, Patty,
say something. All of them laughed, and she just knew they were laughing at
her. She sat down at an empty table, and ate the horrible cafeteria food. She
vowed to make the 'clique' pay for her misery.

Gym Class came, and the clique dressed out in their little corner. Mags
displayed a pair of beautiful pink panties, with matching brassiere, not that
she had much to put into the bra. Angela looked down at her own cotton bra and
panties, and seethed with jealousy. Ann had on a baby blue bra and panty set,
and Angela didn't know who she hated more, Mags, or Ann. She knew she really
hated Patty, who managed to make her own set of dowdy white cotton panties and
bra look ravishing, as she filled out the top so well, and her rounded ass
stretched the cotton panties around her lush hips and slimming waist.

Lisa, that little chink, was the worst, though. She didn't bother to wear a
bra, but her black silk panties looked beautiful against her golden skin.
Angela 'accidentally' tripped that little slant eyed bitch as she and her pals
approached the door. Coach announced that it was basketball day, and Angela
made every attempt to shove Lisa around whenever she could. A fast delivered
rebound from Patty, that big lummox, slammed into Angela's gut, and ended
Angela's torment of Lisa. The nurse prodded and poked her for a few moments,
and declared that a little bed rest would fix her up. She lay in her bed,
doubled over, and stewed in her hatred of the clique.

The next day was a torment for her. Whenever she walked into a classroom, the
entire room fell silent. The cafeteria, usually a madhouse of screams,
laughter, and chatter, was strangely silent. She purposefully bumped the
clique's table, and they ignored her. She sat down at a table, and the other
girls quietly got up and sat elsewhere.

In Gym Class, Mags and Ann, the two 'captains' of the volleyball teams simply
pointed to whom they wanted on their team. Angela was the last one picked, by a
grudging Ann. Even Amy, that little three foot tall midget, was picked before
her.

The game was played in a morbid silence. Angela was never allowed to get
anywhere near the ball. Both her team and the opposing team deftly kept the
ball away from her. Patty, who was on Ann's team, towered over Angela, and made
sure that she never participated.

The next day was a repeat of Tuesday. Whereas she had felt apart from before,
she now felt totally isolated. Gym Class was basketball day again, and again,
even little Amy was picked for a team before her. Patty, now on the opposing
team, covered her, and made sure she never saw the ball.

Thursday came, and Angela pondered whether she should fake an illness. Maybe
her mom would let her come home a day early. She wouldn't get to see Bill; her
parents had filed a restraining order against the now nineteen year old youth,
and his probation officer had told him that if he messed with the little
thirteen year old girl, he could face up to eight years for that charge, plus a
previous drug possession charge. But, at least she would be away from this
maddening silence, away from these stuck up bitches.

After a silent lunch, as she prepared for Gym Class, Mags sat down next to her
on the small bench.

"Hey, Angela," the small girl whispered.

Angela looked around to see if Mags was talking to the other Angela, a skinny
red head. But the other Angela was quietly adjusting her unneeded bra in the
far corner. She looked back at the cute girl, who smiled a shy dimpled smile at
her.

"Listen, um, we're all tired of us not being friends and stuff," the little
leader continued. "My parents are going to Miami this weekend, so me and some
of my friends, we're going to have a sleep-over at my house. You want to come?"

Angela opened her mouth in shock. Was this little stuck up bitch offering to be
her friend? When she was at Evelyn Heights High School, she'd not made any
friends, other than Bill, Paul, and Tommy, and they only liked her because of
her pussy. Her heart beat a little faster.

"Well, um, I got to see if my mom will let me," she stammered.

Mags wrote down her address and telephone number, and they ran out to join the
others on the softball field.

Her mother was suspicious, sure that this was some ploy of her daughter to see
that oaf, Bill, but when Angela handed the telephone to Sister Theresa, her
mother listened as Sister Theresa described the young Margaret Brown in glowing
terms. On the basis of Sister Theresa's praises, she agreed to let her daughter
spend that Friday night at Mags Brown's house.

Margaret's parents, both highly respected surgeons, drove their only child to
school, then drove straight to the airport, for their ten fourteen flight to
Miami. Ann's mother, Kelly Johnson, would drive both girls to the Browns home
after final bell. The Doctors weren't worried about leaving their thirteen year
old daughter alone; they trusted her. Mrs. Johnson simply assumed that the
Doctors would be home later on that night, so she didn't worry either.

Mags, Ann, Lisa, Megan and Tiffany, Amy, and Patty, all met in homeroom before
any of the other girls came in. They giggled as Mags folded seven small sheets
of paper, and they each picked one. They held their breath as each unfolded
their piece of paper. Megan groaned. Her slip said, "Angela." The others sighed
in relief' their sheets were blank.

"Okay, Megan, you have to be Angela's best friend at the party," Mags
whispered. This was how they planned to wear down Angela's defenses; to ensnare
her, and exact their revenge against the annoyance. Megan tried to get someone
else to take the slip of paper, but they all shied away from it.

"Hey, look, at the last party, Amy got Patty's name. You think she wanted to do
it?" Ann reminded Megan. "I mean, gee, look at the difference between them!"

It was true. Amy was barely three feet tall, and Patty was easily five and a
half feet tall, and a good forty pounds heavier. But Amy had bravely ensnared
the giant into the clique's clutches, and now she and Patty were the closest of
friends, even after a night of torture. Patty was a frequent visitor at Amy's
house, where she also towered over Amy's parents. But, they adored their
daughter's friend, and she adored them, as well.

Megan demurred. Angela was slightly smaller than her. If there was any trouble,
she also had the other six girls to help out. At lunch, as Angela slowly
carried her tray, Megan waved her over to their table, after her twin sister,
Tiffany, had kicked her under the table. Angela approached their table with
some reservation, but one of the twins patted an empty chair, and Angela
cautiously sat down.

"So, can you come to Mags' party tonight/" the blond girl breathed into her
ear.

"Yeah," Angela said.

All of the girls smiled their pleasure. Angela smiled shyly, then almost gasped
when she felt the blonde's hand on her leg. The hand patted her in a friendly
fashion, but it was an unexpected contact. Angela looked around nervously, as
she felt a familiar wetness begin to form between her legs. She didn't want to
admit it, but she really liked the touch of Megan's, or was it Tiffany's? hand
on her leg, and was disappointed when the girl pulled her hand away. She felt a
little guilty about what she had just felt, as the blond probably meant the
touch to be nothing more than a friendly pat. In Gym Class, she found Megan
around her a lot, always touching her, never inappropriately, but there was a
lot of contact between them as they played basketball that day. She'd found out
that Tiffany and Megan, although identical twins, were distinguishable from one
another. Tiffany was the louder, more friendly of the two, whereas Megan was
shy and quiet. When they smiled, Tiffany displayed almost all of her teeth,
while Megan almost always put her hand up to cover her mouth when she smiled.

Mrs. Bonham whistled as she drove her anxious daughter to the Browns' home in
the richest section of town. Even in its opulent surroundings, the chocolate
brick home stood out. Its three story frame was porched with large marble
columns, and the lawn was immaculately manicured.

"This is the right address? Damn, you make sure you don't break nothing in this
house," Angela's mother warned. "And you make damned sure you get to be real
good friends with these people, you hear?"

Mags opened the front door and came skipping down the front walk. She
approached the car. Megan came out a moment later, and shyly waved to Angela.
Mags talked politely to Mrs. Bonham while Angela climbed out of the car. Mrs.
Bonham was completely charmed by the sweet natured girl, and smiled as she saw
her daughter and Megan disappear into the home, holding hands. She drove off
with a gladness in her heart.

Megan helped Angela put her overnight bag behind the couch with the others. The
living room was abuzz with excitement. Ann, Patty, Lisa, Amy, and Tiffany were
scattered about the room, chattering to one another. Lisa walked over to the
television set, and browsed through the tapes.

"Mags, why you always hide the good movies?" she groused.

"Because, that's all you ever want to do, watch TV," Mags screamed.

Everyone laughed, even Angela, although she had no idea why this was funny. She
looked at some of the titles of the tapes. Most were of those old black and
white movies, but some of them were pretty good. Maybe Mags had some more
recent movies.

Someone announced that it was time to go swimming, and Angela froze. Megan
grabbed her hand and began to pull her toward the sliding glass doors that led
out to the pool.

"Come on," she demanded.

"No," Angela protested. "I didn't bring a bathing suit,"

"Me neither," Megan replied. "Just swim in your undies. Everybody else does."

Angela was truly frightened, now. She hated to admit it, but she didn't know
how to swim. Her dad had tried to teach her, but she'd screamed and cried so
much that her mother had made him give up. Now, ten years after the last time
she'd been in a pool, she wished her mother had let him persevere. Megan pulled
her toward the glass doors.

"No, Megan," Angela protested. "Megan! No! I can't swim!"

Megan stopped and looked at the girl. Angela had begun to cry a few silent,
frightened tears. Megan took her new friend into her arms, and tenderly kissed
a tear from her face.

"It's okay," she whispered. "Amy can't swim all that good, either, and Patty
holds her up. We'll just hold you up, too, and we'll only stay in the shallow
end. Okay?"

"You promise?" Angela asked her.

She wanted so badly to believe her. Megan nodded her head yes. Through the
doors, Angela could see the others splashing in the pool. A large wooden fence
stretched around the back yard, giving them some privacy, which was a good
thing, as it seemed that Mags was the only one wearing a top. She allowed Megan
to pull her outside. In the pool, she saw Patty holding little Amy, one hand on
her chest, the other supporting her stomach, as Amy did a clumsy crawl around
the pool. She looked at Megan, who had already stripped to her white cotton
panties. She and Megan were almost the same height.

"You sure you'll be able to hold me?" she fearfully whispered.

Megan nodded her head yes. Angela removed her shorts and tee shirt. She
hesitated, then shrugged off her bra. Her breasts were not very large,
certainly not as large as Megan's orange sized ones, with their delicate pink
nipples, and they were nowhere near the size of Patty's cantaloupe sized ones,
but they were larger than Mags' or Ann's little apples. And Amy and Lisa had
almost nothing at all. She bared her small breasts with their dark nipples to
the twilight air, and blushed in embarrassment as she felt her nipples harden.
She let Megan walk her down the steps into the shallow waters, and held Megan's
hands tightly as the blond walked her to slightly deeper waters.

"You okay?" Megan kept asking.

"Yeah, I'm okay, but this is far enough," Angela wheezed, as the water reached
her neck.

She watched as Patty and Amy came close. Amy squealed in delight as Patty held
her while she paddled furiously. Angela couldn't be sure, but it looked like
Patty had worked a thumb into the elastic leg of Amy's panties. The small
girl's cotton panties were translucent because of being wet, and Angela watched
the small girl's buttocks wiggle back and forth as Patty and she paddled away.

"See?" Megan said. "Amy can't swim neither, but she's trying. You want to try?"

Angela hesitated. Megan gently pulled her back to more shallow waters, and
together, they maneuvered the frightened Angela, until she was flat on her
stomach, and began an awkward crawling stroke. She was sure it was an accident,
but it seemed as though Megan's hand was very close to her crotch. Her other
hand rested squarely on her breast. Little by little, Megan eased Angela toward
the deeper water, until Megan's head threatened to disappear underwater. Then
she turned Angela around, and they headed back to the shallow end again. Her
hand was definitely close to Angela's crotch, and Angela felt a tingle in her
groin. With some reluctance, she let Megan put her on the steps, and they sat
in the cool water and watched everyone else splash about while Megan caught her
breath. Again, they swam, Megan supporting her, to deeper waters. Megan's hand
rested flat against her pubic mound, and Angela groaned with the contact. The
other hand cupped her breast, and Angela tingled with the soft touch. She
wiggled her pelvis and her chest, and was rewarded with some friction from
Megan's small hands. Megan giggled lightly, and rubbed her hands against
Angela's body with a little more pressure.

When everyone else tired of swimming, they got out of the pool. On impulse,
Angela hugged Megan.

"Thank you so much!" she enthused.

Mags supplied big fluffy towels for everyone to dry off, and Angela watched the
apparent ease with which they all stripped off their wet panties. Megan and
Tiffany sported thick blond curls around their pubic mounds, but their pale
pink slits were visible through the light colored thicket. Mags and Ann had a
smattering of brown hairs around their puffy little slits, and Ann had a rather
large clitoris that peeked out in the fading light. Lisa and Patty both had no
hair at all, and Angela could not take her eyes from the dark red, swollen lips
of Patty's pussy. She was disappointed when the girl turned away from her gaze,
to dry her ripe, round buttocks. Little Amy had some light red fuzz adorning
her pouting lips, and Angela looked down at her own thick bush of brown curls.
Her slit was barely visible through the hairs, and she was grateful. If her
lips had been more visible, everyone would have seen the wetness of her
arousal, and would have known that it was the touching of Megan, and the sight
of their beautiful, young, naked bodies that had gotten her wet.

The girls ran into the living room, and slipped on their sleep clothes. Megan
and Tiffany slipped on simple sleep shirts, while Amy put on a small set of
pajamas. Patty simply shrugged into a tee shirt, and Mags and Ann put on tank
tops and boxer shorts. Lisa pulled out a sheer black baby doll top with
matching panties. Angela groaned, as she remembered that she'd forgotten to
pack anything to sleep in. All she had was a pair of shorts, and a blouse to
wear tomorrow.

"Um, Mags, um, can I borrow a shirt to sleep in?" she timidly asked.

Mags smiled sweetly at her, and led her upstairs. Angela gasped when she saw
the girl's room. It was a large room, with beautiful white furniture. The
carpet was a sea of pink, and the curtains were a lovely white and pink sheer
fabric. Mags pulled a long tank top from a drawer, then rummaged around in it.

"Damn, I gave Ann my last pair of boxers," she sighed. "I guess you'll just
have to go without undies. That okay?"

Angela nodded as she dropped the towel and slipped the tank top over her head.
When she pulled it down, it barely skimmed past the bottom of her buttocks.
Mags smiled.

"That'll be fine," she said.

They returned to the downstairs living room, with Angela trying to hold the hem
of the shirt down as she walked. The girls were scattered about on the
furniture, with Lisa squatting down in front of the large screen television.
Megan patted the cushion next to her, and Angela carefully sat down.

"Come on, Mags, where's the movies?" Lisa demanded.

Mags produced a few tapes, and Lisa flipped through them, and selected one.
Someone turned off the lights, and Lisa shoved the movie into the VCR and hit
the 'play' button. Angela looked around the room. Amy sat on another couch,
with Patty right next to her. Mags and Ann squashed together in a large
recliner, while Tiffany sat on the floor, with her back against a couch. Lisa
scooted backward, and sat next to Tiffany. The screen flickered blue, then the
title appeared: "A BI-Sexual Built For Three."

The scene opened with a woman sitting on a couch, openly masturbating. She
rubbed her large breasts with one hand, while the other hand mauled at her
pussy lips. A male voice hollered out hello, and another man's voice asked if
anyone was there. The woman did not stop her actions, but called the two men
into the room. The two well built studs walked in, and stripped. More inane
conversation was exchanged, and one man dropped to his knees and began to suck
the other man's large, semi flaccid prick, while the standing man sucked the
woman's breasts. The next scene showed one man fucking the other man in the
ass, while the woman sucked on his dick. Both men stood back and shot their
loads of come onto the woman's face and tits. Angela remembered Bill's hot
semen splashing onto her face and open mouth, and groaned. Her pussy was
practically drooling, and Megan's closeness wasn't helping.

The next vignette showed two buxom women kissing and fondling each other. A man
walked in and announced that he was home. The blond called to him, and he
walked into the bedroom. He stripped off his clothing, and the brunette began
to stroke and fondle his large prick. The blond continued to fondle the other
woman, and then began to suck the man's prick. The next scene showed the man's
prick slamming in and out of the blond, while the brunette squatted on her
face.

"You thirsty?" Megan whispered into Angela's ear.

Angela nodded her head yes, and the two girls went into the kitchen. Angela
blinked in the bright light. Megan poured a single glass of cola, sipped from
it, and handed it to Angela. She wished she could have her own glass, but she
sipped the sweet liquid and handed it back to Megan. They finished the glass
and returned to the living room. Angela noticed that Lisa and Tiffany were
sitting very close together, with a large blanket over their legs. Amy was
leaning back against Patty, who had wrapped her arms around the small girl.
Mags and Ann also had a large blanket over them, and were snuggled very close.
Angela wasn't sure, but she could swear that she could see Lisa's panties on
the floor next to her. Megan and Angela sat on the couch again. Angela pulled
the hem of her shirt down. They looked at the screen, and saw the same two
women with a different guy. He was plunging his dick in and out of the blonde's
ass, while she licked and sucked the brunette's pussy. Angela rubbed her thighs
together, and groaned silently. The movie ended with another vignette of two
men sucking and fucking each other while a woman was sucking whichever dick was
not plunging into a receptive ass or mouth. The two men unleashed a flood of
semen onto the woman's face, then licked her face clean.

Lisa ejected the movie and stuck another one in. Angela looked straight at the
small oriental girl's naked buttocks, and saw the glistening lips spread apart
as the girl kneeled and hit the 'play' button. "Girls Party" flashed on the
screen, and Angela had an excited feeling that she knew what that title meant.
She gasped aloud when she felt Megan spread a blanket over their laps, and the
blonde's hand brushed over the top of her thighs.

"This is more comfortable, isn't it?" Megan whispered hotly into Angela's ear.

Angela nodded and looked around the room nervously. Lisa and Tiffany were
ensconced in their own blanket, as was Mags and Ann. Amy was now sitting in
Patty's lap, her curly little red head resting on Patty's large breasts.

Angela watched the screen as two women showered together. They kissed and
fondled each other, and Angela felt Megan's hand on her thigh. She shivered in
excitement. A third woman joined the first two in the shower, and was lavished
with kisses and soapy lather. One woman dropped to her knees and began lapping
hungrily at the third woman's pussy. Angela turned to look at Megan, and felt
Megan's small hand trace a path to her dripping crotch. Megan leaned forward,
and softly kissed Angela on the lips. Angela jumped slightly, and looked around
the room. Mags was nuzzling Ann's neck, with one hand visibly grinding into
Ann's small breast. Amy and Patty were passionately kissing; Angela could see
their tongues dart in and out of each other's mouths. Where Tiffany and Lisa
were sitting before, Tiffany was no longer visible, and Lisa had her head back,
mouth open in ecstasy. Megan's fingers splayed open Angela's wet lips, and a
finger slid easily in. Angela groaned, and opened her mouth. Megan kissed her,
and shoved her tongue gently into the open mouth. Angela closed her lips around
the pink tongue, and began to suck it like a tiny penis. Her hands went around
Megan's slim body, and she felt a strong pair of hands grab her wrists.

The lights were flicked on, and Angela blinked against the harsh brightness.
The strong hands belonged to Patty, who held her hands above her head, while
Mags clamped a pair of handcuffs on her. Seven pairs of hands lifted her off
the couch and laid her on the coffee table. Mags smiled wickedly at the
terrified girl as her legs were tied to the legs of the coffee table, and her
hands were brought backward until she felt as if her shoulders would rip out of
their sockets, then the handcuffs were secured to another leg of the coffee
table. Another rope wound its way around her waist, but not before the tank top
was pulled up over her head. Lisa's panties were shoved into her mouth, to keep
her from screaming. Her mind flashed back to the horrible rape she'd endured,
her first day of school at Evelyn Heights, and her mind went blank.

Mags leaned forward. "This is for all the mean shit you've been pulling on us,"
she whispered in her ear.

The other girls nodded their heads yes. Angela lay on the table, unresponsive.
Angela wondered, how can Megan do this? She was so nice to her earlier; helped
her swim, shared a cola, even kissed her. But, she'd also helped the others in
tying her up, and had in fact, helped to ensnare her.

"Okay, Megan, what's the first thing we're going to do to her?" Lisa squealed
in delight.

Megan looked worried.

"She doesn't look good," she said.

"So what?" Patty demanded. "Like I looked real good when you guys did this to
me?"

"No, I mean, look at her, she's not moving," Megan said.

The girls looked at Angela's blank expression. They could not see the absolute
horror that whirled in the thirteen year old girl's mind, but they could sense
that she wasn't in the room with them anymore.

She wasn't. She was in the van, enduring repeated violations of her body, of
her mind, at the hands of numerous boys that cared nothing for her fear, her
pain, but only thought of their pleasure. Her mind played the endless assaults
on her pussy, her anus, her mouth. When Paul, Tommy, Chad, Gary, and a few
other athletes found out that Bill had popped her ass cherry, they demanded an
ass fuck from her. That day, she'd taken at least seven brutal poundings in her
bruised, raw ass, and further endured the humiliation of having to suck all
seven cocks clean as they were pulled from her soiled flesh.

She'd felt a tenderness, a friendship at the hands of the pale blond, and, now,
she was being raped all over again.

"Please, let's let her up," Megan pleaded.

The others stood around, uncertain of what to do. Megan, in tears by now, began
to untie the catatonic form. Angela did not respond to any of this, until Megan
pulled her to a sitting position. Slowly, her eyes focused, and she saw Megan's
wet eyes peering into hers. She opened her mouth and let out a heartbroken
scream. All of the pain, humiliation, all of her anguish, was released in that
one scream, and she fell, sobbing, into Megan's arms.

The others stood around, ashamed of themselves, as Megan led the sobbing girl
to Mags' bedroom. She lay the stricken girl onto the bed, and cradled her head
to her breasts. Angela poured out the whole, horrible story about her rape and
torture at the hands of Evelyn Heights Public High School's star athletes, the
abortion, her loneliness at Sacred Ascension.

"And, when you was helping me swim, I really thought we were going to be
friends," she sobbed. "That's all I ever wanted, somebody to be my friend."

"I am. I will be," Megan sobbed.

"No, you're not!" the girl protested, and tried to pull away.

Megan tried to hold her, tried to kiss her, but Angela curled up her fist and
struck her on the breast. Megan gasped in pain, then tried again to hold the
squirming girl. This effort was rewarded by another weak punch. She lay down.

"Fine. Go ahead, hit me if you want to," she said. "If that's what it takes, go
ahead."

Angela looked at her. Tears streamed from the blonde's clear blue eyes, but she
lay perfectly still.

"Really?" she sniffled.

Megan nodded her head yes, and braced herself for the next blow. Instead,
Angela lay her head down on her chest. Megan's arms wrapped around her, and
they lay quietly for a moment.

"You'll really be my friend?" Angela whimpered, daring to hope that this might
be true.

"Really. Your best friend in the whole wide world," Megan promised.

Angela looked into the girl's eyes. Through the wetness, she could see that the
girl's eyes held warmth, love. Megan saw the fear and the hope in Angela's
green eyes, and she smiled shyly. Her hands stroked Angela's back, and touched
her hair softly. Angela leaned forward, and they kissed tenderly. The kiss
sparked a second kiss, a little more passionate than the first. Within moments,
Angela and Megan were darting their tongues into each other's mouths. Megan
slowly worked Angela's tank top over her shoulders, and lay down on top of her,
their pubic mounds rubbing together. Megan trailed wet kisses over each breast,
down to the heaving, moaning girl's wet crotch. When her tongue lapped at the
girl's slit, Angela shuddered in orgasm. Megan continued to tongue her wet
pussy, until Angela pulled her up, and they shared a wet kiss. Angela rolled
Megan over, and Megan pulled her sleep shirt off. Angela fastened her lips to a
pink nipple, and sucked and licked the pebble until Megan pushed her head
gently away. She then worked her way down, and parted the blond forest, and
hungrily sucked the pink lips and throbbing clit.

When they caught their breath, they dressed and walked downstairs. Someone had
ordered a pizza, and they sat at the kitchen table and laughed and joked with
one another. Each girl talked to Angela, and asked her forgiveness. All of the
girls returned to the living room, where the lights were turned off, and Lisa
shoved another tape into the VCR. "Orgy Time" flashed on the screen, and they
settled down to watch. Megan spread a blanket over their laps, and hugged her
friend closer to her. Angela looked around the room. Patty and Amy were openly
kissing, as were Lisa and Tiffany. Mags and Ann had disappeared under their
blanket. Angela looked at Megan, and they kissed.

Angela couldn't wait until Friday. Margaret's parents weren't going out of
town, but the twins' mother, Mrs. Wertmuller, called Angela's mother and asked
if Angela could come and spend the night with the twins. Tiffany's best friend,
Lisa, was going to be there, also, and she was sure that the four girls would
be up all night, talking and giggling, but she was happy to see the shy Megan
with a friend. Mrs. Bonham readily agreed, as she was glad to see her daughter
develop friends with such nice, innocent girls.

Kim, the freckle faced girl from Evelyn Heights Public High School was tired of
being raped over and over by the fearsome threesome and their friends. When
she'd complained to the school's disciplinarian, he was loathe to press charges
against the star players of the school's athletics program. The boys, of
course, denied any of the girl's allegations, and the matter was considered
closed. The boys retaliated by inviting all of their friends to have her. At
her wit's end, she dressed in her most provocative clothing, and brought a
large pocket knife to school one day. The boys noticed the enticing clothing,
and grabbed her after school that day. They drove to their favorite spot, and
when Bill slammed his large meat into her abused anus, she pulled the knife out
of her skirt's pocket and sliced into his exposed balls. Paul and Tommy watched
in horror as she stabbed their screaming friend, over and over again. She
stumbled out of the van, naked and bloody, and staggered to a store, where the
frightened employees called Mall Security. She was sentenced to two years at a
state run mental facility, while Paul and Tommy were sentenced to five years
hard labor, for carnal knowledge of a minor and crimes against nature. When
Angela heard about Bill's death, she shrugged it off; that was but a distant,
painful memory to her. Within weeks, she'd forgotten completely about it. She
and Megan went to the mall, and picked out a nice bathing suit for her to wear
at Megan's home. The Wertmullers also had a swimming pool, but Megan's mom was
usually present, and she frowned upon teenage girls swimming in nothing but
their undies. Plus that, there was another sleep-over planned at Mags' house,
very soon. Erin was a pretty little eighth grade girl with honey blond hair.
She and her less attractive friend, Dee, a loud girl with kinky brown curls,
had been spreading rumors that the 'clique' was made of a bunch of dykes, so
they were going to invite her and Dee over to Mags' house, for a little fun.
They'd show Erin and Dee who the real dykes were.

"You're really going to piss in their mouths?" Angela breathlessly asked.

"Yeah. We did that to Patty, and we was going to do it to you, but, I couldn't
let them, you were so hurt," Megan whispered back.

"No! Get out of here!" Angela gasped.

Megan's blond hair flounced as she nodded her head yes.

"Oh, yeah." she stated. "And, here's the really sick thing."

She looked around the dressing room to make sure no one was listening. She
leaned closer to Angela.

"Patty really liked it, us pissing in her mouth, drank it all up," she
confided.

"Oh!" Angela gasped.

They admired the slinky black suit, and decided to take it. They already had
purchased two sleep shirts, one for Megan, one for Angela. The shirts barely
came down to the bottoms of their buttocks, which was the way they liked it,
left easy access. Angela leaned closer to Megan.

"What's it taste like?" she asked.

"What's what taste like?" Megan asked.

"You know. Piss," Angela stammered.

Megan hesitated for a moment. "Not bad, really," Megan confessed. "Want to
try?"

They purchased the swim suit as quickly as possible, and ran, laughing all the
way to the Mall's public restroom.

THE END, for now.

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