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Ella, the new cheerleader, gets in over her head.  Don't they always? 
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   CHEERLEADER INITIATION (M/F: Reluc: Rp: Oral Rp)
Author: Bane
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   PROLOGUE
   Game night--first of the year.  Late August in Key Biscayne, Florida was
still warm enough to be summer in most parts of the country, ideal weather
for the first junior college football game of the season.  It was almost 7
pm, only minutes from the opening kickoff.  The stands were packed to the
gills, a showing to be expected of the defending National Junior College
champion.
   The cheerleading squad was doing its best to ratchet the crowd up to a
fever pitch, and their efforts were working to great effect.  Jenny
Thompson, cheerleading captain, began the next cheer.
   "READY, OK!  Here we go..."
   Ella Sanders was breathless, stunned by the number of fans in
attendance. She had no idea there would be this many!  She thought back to
last year, the last week of school, and her meeting with Mr.  Anderson...
   CHAPTER 1 - The Beginning
   "Ella, it's simple.  Major colleges and universities will want to see
some kind of campus involvement from potential students.  Sports,
cheerleading, class officer, that sort of thing." Mr.  Anderson smiled
benevolently at the first year student and spoke again.  "Your grades are
perfect; you are taking the highest level classes, so nothing to worry
about there.  The only thing I think you should add to your junior college
resume would be the student body involvement I was just telling you about."
Mr.  Anderson paused, looking Ella up and down.  "You seem very fit--you
don't play any sports at all?"
   Ella bit her tongue, thinking.  Absently she brushed a strand of soft
brown hair behind her ear, revealing perfect skin, brilliant green eyes,
and white, even teeth.  Her features seemed chiseled.  She shook her head
no and looked down.
   Mr.  Anderson peered at Ella again, a more penetrating stare than
before, sizing her up.  She was only five feet tall, of slight build,
moderate chest size.  He figured she weighed all of 100 pounds.  Mr. 
Anderson knew exactly what she was made for.
   "Ella, I am the advisor for the cheerleading squad.  We need a
tumbler--that is, a slender young lady to do a few acrobatic throws, and I
think you would be perfect.  It would be for the football season, which is
only eleven games, plus the playoffs of course, I'm sure we'll make it back
again this year." Looking Ella in the eye, the school counselor raised one
eyebrow expectantly.  "What do you think?"
   "Mr.  Anderson, one question--would they accept me?  The cheerleaders, I
mean.  They seem kind of...territorial." Her voice was light, unsure,
something that continually left her frustrated.  No matter how confident
she was about something, she was unable to carry that sense of rightness
into what she was saying.
   Mr.  Anderson laughed and nodded his head in agreement.  "Indeed they
are, Ella, but we need you, you'll be wonderful.  I'm sure you would do
just fine, if you wanted to give it a shot."
   Ella thought for a moment, nodded her head, asked: "What do I do?"
   *
   Over the summer, practices went very smoothly, nearly trouble-free, with
one notable exception--Ella had to stop tumbling.  She had grown like a
weed over the summer months, surprising since she was already eighteen
years old.  Her body was taking its final, major steps to womanhood and the
breathtaking beauty she would become.  She grew two inches almost overnight
and her hips flared in a very flattering way; but it was her breasts that
presented the biggest change, the way they swelled, much fuller than
before, took her from comfortable Cs to full Ds by the end of the summer.
She had never seen bras so big, and certainly never expected to be wearing
one!  All told, she put on an additional twenty-five pounds, leaving her
perhaps a little pudgy--but if ever someone looked good carrying an extra
twenty-five pounds it was Ella Sanders, she was quite literally a brick
shithouse, a natural beauty guys couldn't help but notice.  It was fair to
say she got a lot of unwanted attention these days...
   Ella may have had natural good looks, she always had, but she never
consciously went out of her way to emphasize them.  She preferred to be the
shy, quiet girl in the shadows, the one nobody paid any attention to. 
After that summer, however, male attention was unavoidable: her body was
like a magnet that constantly drew attention, pointed stares that lingered
on her curves whether she noticed or not.  In her mind, boys had never
really paid attention to her before and she saw no reason for them to now,
regardless of the changes her body had undergone.  After all, she was still
one of the geeks, member of the Honors Society, Science Club, and the Math
Team.  Even geeks draw attention: long stares, narrowly focused on her
girl-next-door curves, accompanied her everywhere she went.  She was being
sized up, graded, and found to be fine, mighty fine.  If only she had
noticed, been just a bit more observant, she would have caught them in the
act, would have been concerned that maybe, just maybe, some of them
were...well...dangerous...
   *
   Jenny Thompson, the cheerleader captain who was transferring to the
University of Florida the following year, had taken Ella under her wing
during the practice-filled summer.
   "You'll be great, babe, just keep practicing and working hard!" Jenny
would say, or something similar, while the seven cheerleaders were grinding
through yet another repetition of their routines.
   Ella thought to herself it was all fine and well for Jenny to say that,
because Jenny was perfect.  5'8, 140 pounds, slender but curvy, golden
hair, sky blue eyes, killer smile, the most popular girl in school hands
down.
   It was so unfair.
   Nevertheless, through her hard work, the other cheerleaders accepted
Ella--she learned all her routines flawlessly.  Everyone was excited about
the upcoming football season.
   CHAPTER 2 - The Uniform
   On the morning of the first game the cheerleaders were called to Mr. 
Anderson's office over the intercom.
   "I know they're late, but the new cheerleader outfits are finally here."
Mr.  Anderson smiled, handing each of them a plastic-covered packet with a
red, white, and blue outfit sealed and neatly folded inside.  "I expect you
girls to be dressed out in these for the pep rally this afternoon,
alright?"
   The cheerleaders nodded, collected their things, and headed off to their
respective classes.  As she walked, Ella looked down at her packet--there
didn't seem to be a lot of material there.  Since the outfits had been
custom fit she wasn't too concerned about how minimal it looked, and let it
slip from her mind.
   Of course, the fitting had been last June...
   Ella walked into the girl's locker room after lunch.  Jenny was already
there, dressed, sitting on a stool by the sinks.
   "Oh my God, Jenny, you look awesome!" Ella proclaimed.  The blouse was
red and white, sleeveless, 4 buttons in front, and went down just to
Jenny's waist.  The navy blue skirt was mid-thigh length, just high enough
to look nice, just low enough to avoid sleazy.  The outfit really did Jenny
justice--she filled it nicely in all the right places, without hanging out
in any of the wrong ones, a perfect fit.  Ella was more at ease about
wearing hers now, seeing the look it had on Jenny; Ella had been sure it
would look sluttish.
   "Well get yours on, babe, let's see how you look," Jenny encouraged,
motioning to the outfit Ella had draped over her arm, plastic wrapping
still intact.
   Quickly Ella made her way to a stall, closed the door, and began to
undress.
   First off were her Nikes, then her Tommy Hilfiger jeans, and finally the
loose t-shirt she always wore, which she pulled over her head.  Shirt off,
she shook her hair out, running her fingers through the shoulder-length
strands.  She took a moment to look at herself in the small mirror on the
back of the stall door.
   'Damn,' Ella thought, cupping her breasts with her hands, 'they keep
getting bigger.' She had moved up to a 36D from the 34C she had worn at the
end of last year, but now spilled creamy flesh noticeably over the top of
even the bigger bra.  She could see a slight nudge where her nipples
were--she got the thickest, most padded bras she could find, and still her
seemingly always rigid nipples would show at the most inopportune of times.
Every day since school had started two weeks before, Ella would catch some
guy staring at her chest, thrust unexpectedly far from her body, nipples
poking out just so.
   "Remember to wear the strapless, babe, or we'll look like shit out
there," Jenny called from the sink, where she was checking her makeup.
   'Right,' Ella thought, and reached for it in her bag.  Ella heard all
the other girls in the locker room now; they had all arrived and were
getting ready for the upcoming pep rally.  Quickly Ella removed her bra,
her breasts barely dropping after their support was gone.  They stood out
proudly from her body, a bit bigger than would be balanced even with the
extra weight the summer had put on her.
   After getting the sports bra on, Ella looked at the mirror again and
gasped.  Her nipples stuck out half an inch in this smaller, thinner bra.
Her over-large breasts hung over the cups a bit much for her taste, and the
dark, silver dollar-sized areolas were plainly visible.  Why was this bra
so small?  She had bought it only a month before.
   Movement caught Ella's eye; she looked down and saw two tennis shoe clad
feet beneath the stall door.  She inhaled quickly and instinctively brought
her arms up over her chest.  Slowly she shifted her gaze up to the face
above the door.
   Jenny grinned back at her wickedly.
   "Wow babe, you're a woman now!" Jenny laughed, twirled, and walked off.
   Ella removed her panties, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of hair--she
kept it that way so it wouldn't catch in her clothes--and bent over
slightly to put on the athletic panties.  She managed to shrug them all the
way up and over her hips, but they were very tight and she felt a slight
pressure on her mound as she positioned them squarely between her thighs.
She rubbed her fingers over her outer lips gently, feeling the tightness of
the fabric.  Her breath caught.
   "Oh my God," she whispered.  With everything so tightly bound, her lips
were ultra sensitive.  She allowed her finger to settle for just a second,
and then quickly withdrew it.
   Ella had ever masturbated--far from it.  She was waiting for the man she
would marry before she had any kind of sex play.  Still, when she bathed,
she sometimes felt a pressure, a light buzzing sensation, when she cleaned
herself `down there,' and wondered what would happen if she lingered on it
for very long...
   'No time,' Ella thought and stepped into her skirt, pulling it up around
her waist.  The skirt hung slightly above mid-thigh, higher than she would
have liked, certainly higher than Jenny's.  Frowning, she continued getting
dressed, pushing her arms through the sleeveless blouse and pulling it up
over her shoulders.
   The buttons were a stretch.  The blouse was just too small.  After
sucking in her breath, Ella managed to get all four buttons done.  She took
a long look in the mirror, sizing up her body and the way it was stuffed
into her ill-fitting cheerleaders outfit.
   "Oh no..." Ella's voice trailed off.  "Jenny," she called out; her soft
voice, barely more than a whisper, hung in the air.
   No answer.
Louder: "Jenny."
   "Yeah babe, what's up?"
   "Can you help me a sec, please?"
   Ella heard a rustling and footsteps padded her way.  The stall door
shook but didn't open.
   "Open the door babe, it's locked," Jenny said.
   Ella unlocked the door; Jenny edged in, looking Ella over as she entered
the stall.
   "Jesus, Ella."
   Jenny thought Ella's outfit was borderline pornographic.  The bulge of
her full breasts jiggled in plain view, half a moon visible above the top
of the blouse.  They moved almost on their own at Ella's slightest motion,
heaving massively and swelling well above the blouse with each breath.  The
buttons struggled, barely able to contain the massive chest beneath.
   "Turn around babe, let's see how it looks on you."
   Ella turned--the skirt was higher in the back.  Ella's thighs were
rounded, her legs medium length, totally unmarked.  She was showing an
awful lot of skin.
   'Well, she'll get us plenty of attention, that's for sure,' Jenny
thought to herself.
   She spoke: "You look great, babe.  We'll order you a new outfit right
away, this one might be a tad small, but for now it's gonna have to do.  I
guess the end of June fitting was a bad idea, eh?"
   Ella smiled weakly.  "I think it's too small," she squeaked, not wanting
to upset the cheerleading captain.
   "Girls, come here a sec," Jenny called, stepping out of the stall.  She
turned to Ella: "Come on out babe." Jenny turned and mouthed 'Say it's ok'
to the other girls soundlessly before turning her attention back to Ella.
   Ella stepped outside the stall door, hands clasped tightly together.
   "Turn around for us babe.  Now girls, tell Ella how she looks."
   "Nice," said Maggie.
   "Very nice," Audrey said, clapping her hands together.
   "Tasteful," Anna said.  Jenny almost snickered.
   "You don't think it's too small?" Ella asked them.
   "Oh no, of course not.  We're cheerleaders!"
   *
   All through the pep rally Ella felt the stares.  Every eye in the
student body seemed transfixed, glued to her madly bouncing breasts, which
were struggling desperately to escape their confinement.  Half an orb would
become visible with each bounce on a cheer, then disappear and reappear
seconds later.
   Ella felt her chest working its way clear of the bra, the heft of her
heavy breasts slowly slipping up and over the paltry cups attempting to
hold them in place.
   Suddenly, she felt quite different.  The top button of her blouse had
popped off!  Her blouse was hanging open at the top.  Quickly, Ella bent
over at the waist to look for her lost button.
   This was even worse for Ella--every male present had his sights focused
squarely down her mostly open blouse, staring with naked lust at the deep
curves of her heaving, milky white flesh.  There was a canyon of virginal
cleavage on display.
   "Oh my fucking God, look at that," drifted, barely audible, to Ella's
ears.  She flushed deep crimson, still looking for the button.  "Big
fuckin' tits," a voice whispered.  The crowd was murmuring now.
   Feeling a piercing gaze on her trembling breasts, Ella abruptly looked
up.
   "Uh...hi..." Ella offered weakly.  Quarterback Stone Moore stood a few
feet away, arms crossed.  His eyes were trained squarely on her swollen
breasts.
   Stone looked up and grinned crookedly.
   "Oh...hi there...Helen is it?"
   "Ella."
   "Oh yeah.  Ella, of course."
   Stone smiled his most charming, disarming smile.  "Looking for
something?"
   "Uh...yes...my button..."
   "Ah, here you go," Stone said, holding the button out.
   Ella reached for it, her blouse flashing open as she did so.
   Stone stepped backwards.
   Ella stepped forward, breasts flailing wildly.
   Unabashed, Stone stared directly at them, willing them into exposure.
   Ella took the button.
   "I'd get that fixed before the game," Stone said.  His eyes never left
her chest.
   CHAPTER 3 - The Football Game
   Seconds from kickoff.
   The sheer number of fans at the game staggered Ella; her excitement was
tempered by worry about her blouse and how much of a show she might give
tonight.  She had sewn the button back in place, double looped, and it
held--for now.
   To Ella this was like the pep rally, where all eyes seemed to be staring
at her overexposed breasts.  The difference was, this was thousands rather
than hundreds, and Ella felt very small, powerless to back out on her
duties as a cheerleader, especially since Mr.  Anderson had been so serious
about asking her participation.  She didn't want to let him down.
   'Tough it out,' Ella thought to herself.
   Ella had complained to Jenny after the pep rally; Jenny's response still
rang around inside her head, and Jenny had repeated those words again as
she drove Ella (who didn't have a car) to the game.
   "For the team Ella, just suck it up.  It's only one game; we'll get you
a new outfit before the next one." Her voice sounded slightly annoyed,
almost irritated.
   So, Ella convinced herself she could suck it up for the game.  She
didn't want to let Jenny down...
   *
   Halftime.
   Miraculously, the blouse had stayed put, even though Ella knew by the
soft breeze that played over her wobbling breasts just how exposed they
really were.  Her bra was badly misaligned, and she felt the too-tight
sport panties crawling up her ass and increasing the pressure on her pussy
lips with every motion.  She had to get to a bathroom and adjust herself.
   Finding a sign to the restrooms, Ella realized she would have to
navigate a crowd around the concession stand.  She wondered how all those
people could stand to be so close to each other--shoulder to shoulder,
chest to back--and wondered if she would manage to get back through before
the start of the second half.
   As she walked into the crowd, Ella felt bodies close in around her and
press up against hers, hands and arms touching every part of her body.  She
was turned around once, then twice; her body was being jostled every which
way.  She ended up with her chest mashed up against a tall mans back.  Her
breasts swelled, a lot of curved flesh rising above the top of her blouse.
   Suddenly a hand rested on her ass, comfortably, as though it belonged
there.  Ella tried to put her hands down to remove it, but she was pinned
too tightly to do so.  The hand worked her skirt up, then tried to
insinuate itself under her panties.  Thankfully the panties were too tight
for this; but no matter, the hand shifted its attention, began persistently
rubbing over her mound and outer lips, a light but constant presence.  Ella
felt a buzzing sensation within, a terrible pressure building between her
legs.  Her cheeks flushed, beads of sweat shone on her brow.
   'Just stop,' Ella thought to herself.  She felt eyes staring down from
her left, and turned, looking up.
   Mr.  Anderson.
   Was he staring at her chest?  And where was his...
   "Ah, Ella, how are you?" Mr.  Anderson croaked, licking his lips
nervously.
   "I...uh...I'm ok, just need to get to the restroom."
   "Ella, it's the other way dear." Mr.  Anderson said, nodding back in the
opposite direction.
   With newfound vigor, Ella struggled through the crowd.  Hands touched
her ass, rubbed it, grazed across her breasts.  Another hand reached around
and cupped her left breast, squeezing it tightly.  Ella shrugged it off and
continued to the restroom.  She had to get herself fixed up; the second
half would be kicking off soon, so she simply plowed through all the
touching and grabbing.
   This must come with being a cheerleader...
   *
   'Damn,' Ella thought, looking at herself in the mirror, 'how is it
holding?'
   Her bra was nearly ruined.  Her impressive rack simply outmatched the
flimsy material of the bra.  Her panties faired little better, having
worked themselves up into a high wedgie.
   'I can't do it,' she thought, frustrated.  'I just can't finish this.'
   She adjusted her breasts in the bra, centering them as best she could,
then went looking for Jenny.
   Jenny was irritated.
   "Ella, it's just another half.  Besides, I'm your ride, remember?" Jenny
looked Ella up and down, nodded.  "You look great, come on, you can do
this! We're cheerleaders!" Jenny beamed her best smile at Ella, then turned
and made her way back to the field.
   *
   Key Biscayne JC led Kent JC 7-0 at the half.  A defensive struggle,
there were only 127 yards of total offense in the first two quarters of
play.
   The second half saw a little more action and scoring.  Key Biscayne had
a pair of field goals in the third quarter.  Kent JC had managed two
touchdowns, one on a fumble return, and now led Key Biscayne 14-13.  There
were six minutes left in regulation, with Kent in possession at midfield.
   "Push 'em back, work 'em back, wwaaayyyyyy back!" the cheerleaders
screamed, emphasizing the cheer with little hops.
   Ella was miserable.  Her bra was constantly springing her breasts up
past the top of her blouse, and she feared more than once both breasts had
actually leapt free.  She felt like the bra was just a bunch of material
beneath her heaving chest, pushing her breasts further and further up; but
she had no time to adjust them, Jenny had the crew cheering nonstop.
   Two minutes to play, still 14-13 Kent over Key Biscayne.  Key Biscayne
now had the ball, at its own 35 yard-line, and was driving.
   As they started the next cheer, Ella felt it--her top button let go, and
the blouse was flapping around helplessly.  She was certain her breasts
were all but exposed now.  She had no idea how much...
   With every leap, both orbs bounced out of her top, nipples hard, wide
areolas clearly visible to all.  When she landed, they would be covered,
but only barely.  Any movement left them virtually uncovered.  The next
routine called for the cheerleaders to bend over at the waist.
   'I can't mess this up,' Ella thought, and forced herself to continue.
   In unison the seven cheerleaders bent over, and a small gasp escaped the
fans just in front of the cheerleaders.  They were magnificent, milky white
globes of tremendous size, hanging pendulously from the young cheerleader's
chest.  They were punctuated by a fine sheen of sweat.  A few whistles
pierced the night air.
   Abruptly, the routine called for the cheerleaders to stand upright,
thrust one arm high in the air while putting the other hand on their waist,
holding the position.  As Ella did so, her full breasts caught on the
blouse, and one of them stuck there.  Holding her position, Ella was
painfully aware that her breast was bared for all to see.
   A small roar erupted, and some of the football players on the bench
turned to see what the fuss was about.  Just as fast, Ella pulled her arms
up and covered herself.  She knelt down, careful not to bend, frantically
searching for her button.
   "Ella!  Time for the next cheer!  We're about to score!"
   It was true.  Key Biscayne was at the eight yard-line, 20 seconds to go,
3rd down.  The clock was winding down.  A draw play was called; Stone took
the snap, stepped back, and eyed his huge left tackle Ricky Banks.  He
darted off Ricky's hip, juked the linebacker, and scampered to the end
zone.
   "Touchdown Moore!  Touchdown Moore!  Touchdown Moore!"
   The stadium roared.
   Time for the next cheer--and the story of the bare-breasted cheerleader
was born, as for the duration of that cheer, Ella could do nothing to keep
them restrained, her naked mounds were jiggling and bouncing as if they
were merely part of the show.
   CHAPTER 4 - Post-Game Plans
   "Thank God it's over," Ella said in the car as Jenny began to pull away
from the stadium.  After the game, she had changed quickly in the girls'
restroom, putting on some grubby sweatpants and a white tank top, minus her
bra and sport panties.  She hadn't thought to pack any others, expecting
that hers would hold up, but it was ok, she would be home soon.  She
couldn't wait to take a shower and change-
   "Ella, why don't you come over for a bit tonight, it'll just be us and a
couple of the other cheerleaders, we can have some fun.  My dad is out of
town on a business trip."
   Ella was from Tallahassee and lived in the dorms; she knew Jenny was
from Key Biscayne and still lived at home with her lawyer father in one of
the biggest houses on the Island--which was saying something, to be sure.
Jenny's mother had passed on when she was quite young; it all added up to a
very large, very empty house on a Friday night.
   Ella considered it a moment.
   "My roomie is expecting me, Jen," she offered weakly.
   Jenny flipped her cell phone over to Ella, making a smooth turn in her
father's Escalade.
   "Give her a call, babe, tell her you'll be late."
   Ella called, but there was no answer.  She left a brief message:
"Gerdie, we won the game!  I'm going to Jenny's house for a while--just us
cheerleaders.  I'll be late getting back to the room, see you then." Ella
looked at Jenny and smiled softly.
   She couldn't help but notice that Jenny had the strangest look upon her
face.
   *
   "What are they doing here?" Ella whispered.  Ella and Jenny had arrived
at the house and, true enough, the only other girls there were a couple of
fellow cheerleaders: Jenny and Ella, of course, along with Anna and Maggie.
But there were also four guys, all from the football team.  Jenny's
boyfriend, John Boy Wiggins, was there.  Stu Robinson, who used to be
Anna's boyfriend, was also there.  Add in Ricky and Stone, and Ella was
starting to get a little nervous.
   "We're just gonna watch some MTV, talk about stuff, you know.  It's your
chance to get to know some of the players on the team.  Besides, Stone
scored the winning touchdown, and he asked me about you earlier.  Stu did
too, actually--hell, so did Ricky, all but John Boy.  BUT, John Boy's my
bitch and he knows better!" Jenny laughed and glanced at Ella.
   "Oh...ok..." Ella felt very small, so out of place with all these
members of the cool crowd.  Plus, Stone was much older--wasn't he like, 21?
She had heard he was held back in elementary school, because of a car
accident.  He cut a very athletic figure: brown hair, brown eyes, 6'4, 210
pounds.  'He is like a walking muscle,' Ella thought.
   In fact Stone had recently signed a transfer letter with the University
of Miami, and the U expected him to contribute and start right away.  Ricky
was the left tackle, 6'5, 295 pounds; he was at KBJC because he failed to
achieve a minimum SAT score.  His chest and arms were like iron.  Stu, a
6'1 shut down corner, weighed 205 pounds, had 4.3 speed and was already
better than most cornerbacks at the major college level.  He hit guys like
a Mack truck, and had the nickname 'Assassin' tied to him, after some of
the Jack Tatum-style hits he put on the opposition.  Stu had
single-handedly put 3 QBs out of business the prior year.  The folks at
Florida State were very excited about him coming to town--again, assuming
he could keep his nose clean at Key Biscayne.  John Boy, the smallest of
the four, was only 6'0, 180 pounds, but he was the number one ranked wide
receiver in JC football.  He regularly turned little slants and outs into
big plays, breaking a tackle and taking it to the house with his
electrifying speed.  His transfer was locked into the University of Florida
with Jenny for the following year.
   `I guess its ok if we just watch TV and talk,' Ella thought to herself,
`but they sure look like they have something else in mind.' Biting her lip,
Ella took a seat on the couch in Jenny's living room and sank deep into the
cushions.
   She hoped she wasn't in for a long night.
   CHAPTER 5 - The Closet Game, Round One
   At first, everything went smoothly.  Ella was introduced to all the
football players, but she didn't stand up or move around; she stayed on the
couch and kept her arms crossed over her chest the whole time.  She wasn't
sure how much of her chest would show beneath the thin white tank top, and
she was taking no chances.  The football game was over, and so was the
hanging tit show that everyone had heard about and/or whistled at nonstop
   MTV News came on, and a flicker of it got their attention.
   "--seems this game, 10 Minutes, is taking high school and college
campuses by storm.  The way it works is, a guy picks one girl to go to the
closet with him, and for ten minutes, with the lights off, almost anything
goes, there are no real rules--except the hard-and-fast ten-minute rule. 
Basically, it's Spin The Bottle, updated for the 21st century.  This is..."
   "Hey," Anna said, "let's play!"
   Ella shook her head, nervous.  No way was she getting in the closet with
any of these guys for ten minutes.
   "Do you have a big enough closet Jenny?" Maggie asked, glancing at Ella
quickly.
   "Are you kidding?  We got closets for days, let me check the coat closet
by the door, see how crowded it is."
   Jenny got up and walked to the closet, her mind racing.
   This was better than anything she could have imagined.
   She opened the door to the closet and hit the light switch, bathing it
with bright white light.  The closet was eight feet long, four feet across,
with deep, plush carpeting.  Jenny scrambled around for a few minutes,
picking up some shoes and placing them on the shelves above.  When she had
the floor cleared, she grabbed a thick quilt and spread it out, then
returned to the others.
   "All set!  Who goes first?"
   Ella stood and walked to the bathroom quickly, careful to keep her arms
across her chest.  She motioned to Jenny, who rolled her eyes, rose and
followed.
   "I don't know Jenny--I've never...you know...with...with
a...guy...before..."
   Jenny looked straight ahead as though she didn't hear a word.
   "All they'll do is kiss and maybe hold your hand.  You're
serious--you've never kissed a guy before?"
   "Well one boy, in high school, but mostly, I'm just too busy doing
homework and stuff," Ella replied nervously.
   'This just keeps getting better,' Jenny thought.  She put a cheery smile
on her face.  "This will be nothing, Ella, I'll tell them to be gentle with
you.  Besides, they could pick anybody, Stu used to be with Anna you know,
I'm sure he is waiting for just this kind of chance to get her alone."
Jenny laughed, and Ella giggled in response.  "Be a trooper?" Jenny asked,
smiling playfully.
   "Ok," Ella said reluctantly, taking a deep breath, "just make sure if
somebody does pick me, we only go in for the ten minutes, ok?"
   "Absolutely."
   'What could happen in ten minutes?' Ella thought, desperate to convince
herself precious little could happen in such a short period of time.  After
a quick trip to the kitchen for a diet soda and some micro-waved popcorn
she went back to her seat on the couch, where she absently snacked and
watched the latest Usher video playing on MTV.
   "Ok, John Boy is first, who do you pick?" Jenny asked, looking at her
boyfriend innocently.
   "Jenny," John Boy said, and smiled.  The couple held hands and walked
into the closet.
   "Time!" Maggie proclaimed, and started the kitchen timer Jenny had
scrounged up.
   The ten minutes passed surprisingly fast, and before Ella knew it she
saw Jenny and John Boy walking out of the closet.  Everything seemed
perfectly fine.  Deciding she had overreacted, Ella clapped with the
others, congratulating the lucky first couple.
   "What did you do?" Anna asked, unashamed.
   "Wouldn't you like to know," John Boy replied smoothly, and everybody
laughed.
   Jenny cleared her throat.  "Next up is Stu."
   "I pick...Anna," Stu said, and walked over to the closet.
   Anna rose and walked over behind Stu.  She turned around at the last
minute, shook her head and waggled her finger in the air as if to say, 'Stu
gets nothing!' and entered the closet.  This was following by more
giggling.
   Ella returned her attention to the TV.  Gradually, her arms dropped
below her breasts and Stone, who had stared at Ella nonstop, was pleased to
see both breasts plainly visible through the translucent top.  Her nipples
stood at rapt attention, surrounded by dark, silver dollar sized areolas,
just the way he liked them.  He licked his lips, hoping he would be next so
he could take this pretty young thing into the closet and get to know her a
little better--a LOT better.  `Jesus,' he thought, his heart pounding in
anticipation; his cock was stirring in anticipation.
   The timer dinged.
   "Time!" Jenny announced.  "Ricky next."
   "Maggie," Ricky said, and the two of them got up and quickly went into
the closet, pulling the door quietly shut behind them.
   Ella watched closely as Stu and Anna stepped out of the closet, looking
for any signs of funny business.  Like John Boy and Jenny before them, Stu
and Anna were still clothed and looked like they were having fun.  Ella
looked back to the TV, returning her attention to the popcorn.  `It's going
to be fine,' she thought, `this is just a harmless--`
   Suddenly she felt a shift of weight on the couch as someone took a seat
beside her.  Figuring it was Jenny, Ella turned and started to speak.
   "Jen--"
   "I'm not Jenny," Stone said, sitting right by Ella.  He glanced down at
her full breasts, taking in the swell of them, felt his cock stiffening
uncomfortably.  He hadn't been this hard since life guarding at the beach
last summer.
   Now he was more than glancing, he was staring, slack-jawed; he could
drive nails with the erection he was sporting now.  He was so fucking hard,
and she was so soft, he just wanted to throw her down and pump her to
oblivion.  He knew he had to go real slow with her, not spook her by moving
too fast; be persistent.  Jenny said Ella was nervous and a virgin, a tough
nut to crack, but then Stone had a lot of experience.
   He'd nail this bitch tonight, he was sure.
   Ella pulled the throw blanket off the back of the couch and covered
herself, then pointedly returned her attention to MTV.  She knew Stone was
looking at her but tried to ignore it, play it off.
   Again the timer dinged.
   "Time!  Stoney is up, who is it gonna be, big fella?" Jenny asked,
posing for him.  John Boy grabbed her and pulled her down into his lap.
   "I pick...Ella."
   Walking out of the closet, Ricky and Maggie made a 'Wooo' sound as Stone
announced his choice, as did everyone else.  Ella wasn't sure she had heard
correctly.
   "Come on cupcake," Stone said, trying to seem harmless.
   Meekly Ella rose and followed Stone to the closet, her eyes downcast.
   "Starting time!" Jenny said.
   As they got to the door, Stone held it open for Ella and then followed
her through, closing the door behind him.
   It was dark.
   Unsure what to do, Ella sat down, hands in her lap.  Stone sat directly
behind her, wrapping his long legs around her body.  He touched her
shoulders lightly, rubbing them in small circles.  Ella had to admit this
felt good, and seemed harmless enough.
   "Good game huh?" Stone whispered.  The sound of laughter and MTV droned
in under the door, keeping the closet from being totally silent.
   "Yeah, it was great.  I didn't think it would be so much fun," Ella
replied gamely.  She began to feel warm in her upper back and shoulders.
   Stone moved his hands halfway down Ella's arms, still rubbing them
lightly, every now and then wrapping his hands around her upper arms and
letting his finger tips play on the sides of Ella's breasts, where they
spilled out from underneath the tank top.  Ella shrugged into herself,
trying to escape his touch.  She only ended up backing further into Stone's
thick chest.  Stone moved his right hand up to Ella's head and turned it
sideways.  He leaned in towards her, nuzzled into the side of her neck.  He
kissed her softly.
   Ella wanted to stop him, but only if he crossed the line.  She sighed
and considered what he was doing to her; a kiss on the neck was innocent
enough.  Surely he didn't mean to touch the side of her breasts with his
fingertips; that had to be accidental, though he kept doing it.  Ella's
chest was starting to get warm now, tingly.  Nobody had ever touched her
this way before, not even little Stevie, when they had snuck into his
bedroom two years ago.  All she had done was kiss him on the cheek.  Did
that even count as a kiss?  He had been so passive...
   Stone wasn't passive; after turning her head, he brought his lips to
hers, kissed her gently.
   Ella felt a sudden fire, and fought the pounding in her brain.  Was it
supposed to feel like this?  It felt...  good.  But scary.  Too much of
this had to be bad.
   "Stone--"
   Stone covered Ella's mouth with his, and brought both his arms around
her, hugging her back tightly to his chest.  He felt her nipples, very
tight, against his arms, and put his hands on the upper swell of Ella's
remarkably full breasts.  It felt so good, the first time, easing his way
into things.  No need to rush.  Stone eased his hands down over her
breasts, relishing the soft feel.  He tested her lips with his tongue,
gauging her reaction.
   'Oh my God,' Ella though, her head nearly exploding with the pressure
she felt.  'He's touching my breasts!' His fingers squeezed, gently at
first, but then a little tighter, gripping, closing around the nipples...
   Just as she was about to object, she heard faintly, "Time!" and sighed
with relief.  Very quickly, Ella rose and stepped out of the closet.
   The light was intense, and Ella raised her arms to block it out.  As she
did, everyone (including John Boy, who should have had eyes only for Jenny)
couldn't help but notice her prominent nipples and dark areolas through the
little white tank top, practically screaming for attention.
   Jenny noticed them, too; she noticed the way Ella's plump breasts
bulged, stuffed into a too-small tank top.  And she noticed John Boy,
giving them a long once over.
   `Well, that just won't do.  No, that won't do at all,' Jenny thought as
she stood, crossed the room, and began to whisper in Stone's ear.  Whatever
she was saying, he seemed to approve: a predatory glare slowly spread over
his face, followed by a wolfish grin.
   Stone abruptly stood up, motioned Ricky and Stu into the kitchen.
   Ella would be getting around, with almost no holds barred...
   "See, that wasn't so bad," Jenny whispered to Ella as she took a seat,
nudging her elbow.
   Ella smiled and replied, "I guess not.  He was pretty nice about it."
   "They just want to kiss a little, maybe hold hands.  Nothing major,"
Jenny said, looking into Ella's eyes.  Ella nodded understanding.
   "Hey, I have an idea," Stu said over the chatter.  He had just returned
from the kitchen, fresh beer in hand.  Everyone quieted for him.  "Why
don't we give each guy one extension?  That is, if we are gonna keep
playing."
   "Sure, we can go another round, it's only just after midnight," Jenny
said.
   "I have to go," Ella said, looking around sheepishly.
   "Ella, that's not gonna happen," Jenny said quickly.  She smiled in a
way that was anything but nice.  "Looks like you're stuck here for the
night.  Daddy's gone for the weekend, you can have his room."
   There was a perceptible pause, as if everyone in the room was digesting
what Jenny had just said.  It seemed that everyone in the room was smiling-
   --everyone except Ella.  Getting the clue and having no way home, Ella
nodded in resignation.  She was staying the night.
   *
   Looking around, Ella blinked.  The girls were drinking wine coolers. 
All the guys were drinking beers.  Why hadn't she noticed before?  There
were several empties in the kitchen; they had obviously been drinking all
along!  Stu, misunderstanding Ella's confusion, looked back at her and
said, "Check the fridge.  There's more in there, if you want."
   Suddenly, Ella was very nervous, but hid it with a sip of her diet Coke.
She reached for some popcorn and noticed half of it was gone.  Thankfully,
Stone sat on the loveseat opposite the coffee table, rather than right
beside her.  Ella still felt a subtle heat in her chest, a dull ache in her
temples.  Her inner thighs were tingly.  Being in the closet had
been...exhilarating, and scary.  Surely nobody would pick her this time.
   CHAPTER 6 - Round Two
   "Ok, first up this time is Ricky."
   "I pick Ella," Ricky said without pause as he headed to the closet.
   Slowly Ella got to her feet and made her way over.
   Ricky closed the door and turned out the lights.
   Ella hadn't noticed the lights last time, she supposed they must already
have been turned off when she and Stone entered before.  She couldn't
decide if she'd rather have them on or off; not that it mattered, really,
as Ricky was wasting no time getting started.
   Still standing, Ricky reached out, put his arms around Ella and clumsily
pulled her closer.  At the same time, Ella vaguely heard Jenny talk about
turning off the TV so they could listen to her iPod.  Suddenly, Eminem was
blasting the living room, telling them all about the Real Slim Shady.  Ella
realized she couldn't hear the words over Ricky's heavy breathing.
   "What did you give up for Stone?" Ricky asked, matter of fact.  He
dropped his hands behind Ella's back, rubbing them over her ass slowly.  He
squeezed, and pulled her closer.
   "I...uh...we just kissed...a little..." Ella didn't know what to say. 
She felt her breasts pushed into Ricky's chest, realized he must have
removed his shirt as soon as the door closed.  She squirmed a bit, wanting
to be out of his grasp, but if he were content to simply rub her bottom,
she would let him get away with that.  She just had to keep things under
control...
   "Ah, so kissing is ok then," Ricky said as he lowered his mouth to
Ella's.  He covered her lips, and opened his mouth slightly.
   Not knowing what to do, Ella did the same, felt his tongue move against
her lips.  Ricky tightened his grip on Ella's ass, kneading it; his hands
were pushing her sweats around her ass, exploring her rounded cheeks,
sliding up and down the crack slowly.  Ella felt something press up against
her stomach, and felt the familiar tingle and heat return to her body. 
Breathless, her head was positively pounding.
   The kissing was more intense.  Ricky wiggled his tongue around Ella's
mouth smoothly, and Ella tried to do the same.  She felt like she was
standing on the edge of a cliff, looking over the side.  Her stomach was
tumbling, feeling very strange.
   "That's it baby," Ricky whispered, "let's lay down."
   Ricky brought his hands to Ella's shoulders and pushed her to her knees.
He stood a moment more, sliding his waist close to her head.  His erect
cock, which hung unsupported under his sweatpants, brushed against her
cheek.  He clenched it, felt it shift back and forth against her face.
   Ella didn't notice, thinking it was just his leg.
   Ricky dropped to his knees and pushed Ella onto her back.  He straddled
her body, his knees on either side of her waist, in a mounted position.  He
dropped to kiss her again.
   Ella was uncomfortable, constricted.  This was too far.  Standing up was
one thing, but laying down with a guy like this...
   "Ricky...please..."
   Ricky wasn't listening.  He kept kissing her mouth, then slipped down
and began to nibble at Ella's neck.  He lowered himself onto her chest and
brought his hand up to her right breast, wrapped his fingers around it,
took the nipple between his thumb and forefingers and squeezed it over her
tank top.  Suddenly he squeezed a bit too hard.
   Ella yelped.
   "Sorry," Ricky muttered.  He released her breast, lowered his hand down
to her waist.  He started sliding it along her stomach, running his fingers
playfully around her belly button.  He began to move them up, underneath
Ella's tank top.
   "Ricky..." Ella whispered, voice trailing off.  Her mind was confused,
unable to concentrate.  The feel of his fingertips against the soft skin of
her belly, the swirling, was making her lose track of-
   "Time!" Ella heard through the pounding in her brain.  She struggled to
get out from underneath Ricky, to no avail--she wasn't going anywhere until
he let her up.
   Ricky flopped over on his back and exhaled, long and slow.
   'Next time,' Ricky thought.  'I get you next time, bitch.'
   The couple walked out of the closet, Ricky pulling his shirt on in the
process.  Ella's hair was a bit out of place.  She was pulling her tank top
down to a healthy round of applause.
   Jenny looked at Ella, a stern look Ella hadn't seen before.  Suddenly
Jenny smiled and winked.  Ella put on her game face, but was considering
going to bed.  Ella didn't want this to go too far; already it had gone
further than she imagined.
   "Stu, your pick."
   Stu stood, seemed to deliberate, decided.  "I pick Ella."
   Ella was taken aback.  She was barely out of the closet when she felt
Stu grab her arms, turn her around, and direct her right back into it, with
a none-too-subtle push in the lower back.  She wanted to protest, but she
was one of the cheerleaders, and if this were part of the deal, as long as
it didn't go any farther, she supposed it would have to be ok.
   Ella stumbled into the closet; before she knew it, there was a click and
the lights were out.
   Stu and Ella stood, facing each other for one brief moment.  The inky
darkness slowly gave way to a small ray of light from beneath the door,
giving the closet a twilight kind of feel.  Ella vaguely saw his
silhouetted face, wondered what would happen next...
   Abruptly the moment passed--and Stu was all over her.  He kissed her
hard, running his hands up and down her arms, alternately squeezing with
his fingertips.  They were locked in a long embrace, kissing while Stu's
hands roamed free.  He brought them up to Ella's chest and placed them
confidently on Ella's soft, full breasts.
   Ella protested, almost a whine.  "No, Stu, please..."
   "Ok Ella, let's at least lay down then," Stu said.  He closed in, put
his hands on her shoulders and pushed down insistently until she dropped to
her knees.  He looked down at her, paused.  His eyes had adjusted to the
lower light and he noted the way she kneeled before him, on her knees, head
cast down.  A smile filled his face; he felt the confidence of a Sure
Thing, knew what the outcome would be.
   Stu ran his fingers through Ella's fine, medium length hair.  He placed
both hands firmly over Ella's ears and eased her closer and closer to his
rock-hard cock, until it rested against her cheek.  Stu, like the others,
wore sweatpants and nothing else, allowing his member to hang unrestrained.
He rubbed it back and forth slowly against Ella's cheek, unaware that Ricky
had been doing the same thing scant moments before.  Head abuzz with
anticipation, his length throbbed against her face through the sweats.
   Ella had a feeling she knew what this was--but it was so hard she though
it must have been something else, it couldn't possibly be his penis.  She
let him stand there above her, rubbing against her cheek, across her nose,
over her mouth--anything was better than him touching her breasts.  She
just wanted it to be over, and this wasn't sex.
   Stu dropped to his knees and started to kiss Ella again.
   They eased to the floor, side by side.  Stu moved his left hand to
Ella's right breast, closing it over and around her soft fullness.  He felt
the nipple harden against his palm.  Precum dribbled from his cock.
   'I really wanna fuck this bitch,' Stu thought to himself, breathing
heavily.
   Ella squirmed, uncomfortable, but decided to let him leave his hand on
her chest, since it was just the one.
   Stu squeezed, and then closed his fingers around Ella's nipple.
   "Stu--"
   Stu clamped his mouth over Ella's to stifle any protest as he quickly
slipped his hand down and under her tank top.  He spread his fingers apart
and rubbed them against her smooth skin, up higher until they touched the
lower swell of her breast, higher still until he wrapped his hand around it
and gripped, quite firmly.  He moaned softly.
   Ella felt powerless to stop him.  He was a big man--all of them were. 
This was farther than she ever imagined going, but it still wasn't sex. 
She still felt very hot in her chest and pelvis; her head had a slow steady
ache, her thighs quivered almost uncontrollably.
   `It isn't sex,' she told herself for what seemed like the hundredth
time, so she still didn't try to physically stop him, even though she
wanted to.  She just needed to end the kiss so she could ask him to stop,
surely he would-
   "Time!" Jenny called.  Ella felt relief.
   "Extension!" Stu called, without missing a beat.  He slid his hand down
to Ella's thigh, rubbed it, and then slowly moved it up into the V between
her legs.
   Ella wanted to be cool, and accepted by the crowd, but this was getting
out of hand.
   "Oh...oh, no--!"
   Again Stu clamped his mouth over Ella's as he began to explore her pussy
over her sweats.  He had figured he would have to take it just a little
slow, but fuck, this was like boiling water, bitch couldn't take a hint. 
Stu had little experience with virgins: he always fucked the whores, the
easy girls, and he got what he wanted, when he wanted it.  A chick being
coy was new to him.  He slid his hand up and then down, inside Ella's
waistband, down again to her trimmed bush...
   Ella tried to stop him then, bringing her arm up, but Stu easily pushed
it away.  He felt the soft down of hair above her pussy, dropped his
fingers a little lower, just over the outer lips.  Abruptly, with his other
hand, he lifted her tank top, watched with satisfaction as her heavy
breasts fell out.  `Fuck yeah,' he thought, `that's what I'm talking
about.'
   Ella was on fire.  Not only had he touched her bare breast, now he was
going for more.  She wriggled, trying to free herself, but to no avail. 
Here she was, tank top pushed up, breasts hanging out, getting kissed and
felt up by a guy she had only just met barely an hour before.  Finally, Stu
ended the kiss.
   Ella started to protest.  "Stu, I--"
   "SSHHHHHH," Stu hissed, his face only inches from Ella's.  "Just take it
easy, I'm not going to hurt you.  Be cool, bitch," his voice boomed,
filling the closet.
   Ella whimpered, reeled from the rebuke Stu had given her.  A tear rolled
down her cheek, but she kept quiet, stopped moving.
   Stu dropped his middle finger down and into the slit of Ella's pussy,
pushing it in slowly.  He lowered his head and nuzzled her tits at the same
time, putting his mouth over her nipple.
   'Finally, she's wising up,' he thought to himself with a smile.
   Stu licked and kissed her nipples, then took one deep in his mouth,
rolled it around, flicked it with his tongue.  He pressed up more
insistently with his finger, had it inside her up to the second knuckle,
probing, searching...
   'Damn this bitch is tight,' he thought, sucking her nipples idly.  He
grazed his thumb softly over her clit, hoping for some kind of reaction. 
He twirled it softly, slowing, in little circles.
   "Ungh," Ella grunted, afraid to move or complain, but conflicted by the
reactions of her body.  Her nipples were almost painfully hard, and a
steady throb pulsed in her vagina.  Where his thumb touched was searing
fire, threatening to take her so far over the edge...
   'Please,' Ella thought, 'isn't it time?'
   As if on cue, Jenny said, "Time!"
   Stu continued on, finger-fucking Ella in slow easy strokes.  He pushed
the tip of his finger right up against her hymen, tested it, and withdrew
it.  He repeated this over and over, sucking and stroking and twirling all
at the same time.  It seemed like forever, but eventually he slowed down
and then stopped.
   Ella struggled to catch her breath, face and shoulders flushed bright
red.
   "I guess it's time to get up," he said, rose, and opened the door.
   Ella scrambled to cover herself.  She wondered if they could see her,
what they might be thinking: here she was, on her back, breasts hanging
out, sweats pulled down to her knees.  She thought she might just die of
embarrassment...
   Stu walked out, grinning from ear to ear.  He made a motion with his
hands as if to say, 'Eh, she's ok, nothing too fancy,' and then laughed
about it.
   Regaining her feet, Ella struggled to straighten her tank top as best
she could, aware there was nothing she could do about her badly disheveled
hair or the way everything she wore seemed bunched up under her breasts, up
between her legs...
   She was quite the sight.
   Eventually she made it back to the couch and resumed her seat.
   "John Boy is up," Jenny said, and laughed.  Of course, he chose Jenny,
and they disappeared into the closet.  Ten minutes later, it was over.
   "Stone's turn."
   Stone looked at Ella.  Stu had informed Stone, on a kitchen beer run,
that although he had really worked Ella over, he hadn't quite taken her all
the way.  Stone figured he better take it easy too, try to build up some
trust.  He'd close the deal on the last turn.
   "Ella," Stone said.  He walked into the closet.
   Ella followed sheepishly, closing the door behind her.
   To Ella's surprise, Stone did the same thing he had before.  He sat
behind her, rubbed her arms, kissed her neck and ears.  `This is so much
better,' Ella thought, flushed, as she felt the heat rise within.
   The familiar pressure again built up in her head, at the tips of her
nipples, deep within her pulsating maidenhead.  Stone casually reached one
hand around and cupped a breast, then did the same with the other hand, but
it was ok--he was squeezing lightly, not roughly.  Ella sighed softly, eyes
closed, a small smile forming on her lips.
   He brought both thumb and index fingers to the nipples and pinched them
softly, tugging, rolling the nipples around.  As they hardened under his
touch, he felt Ella breathe in sharply.  He smoothly ran his hands to her
belly then up, underneath her tank top, up over her stomach and
determinedly placed them both directly underneath her substantial breasts.
He squeezed, felt the flesh spill between his fingers.
   `Big fucking titties,' he thought, his cock twitching in response.  He
found himself, again, so fucking hard all he wanted to do was turn this
bitch over and pound her into submission.  Instead, he allowed his
fingertips to play over the areola, savoring the feel of their tightness,
of the extended nipples.  He lowered his head, kissing her shoulder,
running a string of kisses along her neck...
   Ella felt as though she would pass out.  Her breathing increased, became
labored as she felt her chest tighten.  The feel of Stone's hands, softly
massaging what the others had been so keen to take, the smooth caress of
his lips kissing her shoulders and neck, lulled her into a deep state of
arousal.  She allowed herself to relax, fading back against Stone's chest,
felt his strength and warmth press against her, solid as a rock.  It was
almost as if she were in a dream...
   The ten minutes passed quickly.  Jenny called time again.
   They walked out.  Ella had experienced something brand new, a kind of
connection; she was in a much better frame of mind.
   Little did she know.
   "Ok, who's up for another round?" Jenny said, giggling, holding a wine
cooler in one hand.  The guys all said, "Me!  Me!  Me!"
   Ella struggled with the right words, something she could say to get out
of it.  Unless it was Stone, she didn't want to do this any more.  She was
scared.  But-
   She didn't have the courage to object.
   "Ok, this is the last one guys, so make it count," Jenny said, still
giggling like crazy.  Another stash of liquor had been found; she was quite
drunk.
   "John Boy is up."
   "Pass," John Boy said, gazing at Jenny longingly.  "I think it's time we
went to bed.  Who is going to keep time?"
   Anna reached for the kitchen timer.  "I will," she said, "since this is
the last round."
   Jenny and John Boy staggered to Jenny's room--but not before Jenny shot
one final stare at Ella.  "Night Ella," she called, "you'll fuckin' get it
tonight."
   Ella frowned slightly, paused: "What did you say?"
   "I said, you did fuckin' great tonight!" Laughing, Jenny followed John
Boy down the hall to her bedroom, thinking to herself `I hope you're ready
for it, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, `cause it's coming to you--whether you're
ready or not!'
   Anna cleared her throat.  "Ricky is up."
   CHAPTER 7 - Ricky
   "Ella." Ricky walked quickly to the closet, taking his shirt off along
the way.  Before he was through the door, he had one hand inside his
waistband, scratching an itch...
   Ella followed and closed the door, her heart racing.  She had to make
sure-
   Ricky was a madman.  He pulled Ella to him, roughly touching and
squeezing her body all over.  He treated her like a possession, a piece of
property.  This was nothing like Stone.  Ricky was done wasting time; there
was business to take care of.
   "Down," he commanded.  Ella paused, looking at where his eyes should be.
In the semi-darkness, she couldn't find them, couldn't ask the question
with her eyes that she was unable to voice aloud.
   A moment passed.  Another.
   Finally, she mumbled: "Please Ricky, I don't want--"
   "Nobody gives a fuck what you want, bitch.  Not here.  Not now.  DOWN,"
he repeated as he finished, and this time there was a force of will she
couldn't deny.
   She slipped to the floor, rolled over onto her side.
   Ricky followed her down.  Lying beside her, he pulled Ella over flat on
her back and yanked up the flimsy tank top, watching with enormous
satisfaction as her big breasts fell slightly to each side.  He finished
pulling it over her head and tossed it aside.
   "That's right bitch, show us those big fuckin' titties," he whispered as
he lowered his head and started to suck, teasing her nipples with his
tongue.  He moved a hand to Ella's pants, started to push them down.
   Ella whimpered.  "Please," she begged, her voice very faint.
   Ella, eyes now accustomed to the low light, watched him carefully; saw
the hardness, the unwavering nerve.
   The certainty.
   He didn't have to answer; instead, Ricky continued pushing her sweats
down, past her thighs, until they were bunched up around her ankles. 
Whistling softly he ran his fingers up and down Ella's perfectly shaped
thighs.
   He shifted position, kneeling between her legs; he gripped both thighs
firmly with his hands and pulled them apart.  He placed a hand between
Ella's legs, over her outer lips, and felt her incredible heat.  He started
rubbing her lips with his fingers, tracing their folds.  She was wet from
the work over Stone had given her.
   "Yeah, fuckin' virgin, rriiiiggghhhhhtttttt," he said, snickering
softly.
   Ella just knew it had to have been ten minutes already, but nobody
called it.
   Suddenly he put a finger inside her, prodded; he had to be sure, before
he passed it up.
   'Damn, it's true,' Ricky thought in disbelief.  More than anything, he
wanted to take that shit right then, right there.  He actually made a move,
sidling up aggressively between Ella's thighs, before he stopped himself.
He had promised Stone he wouldn't; even though it pained him to do so, he
forced himself to stop.
   Ricky got up, stood directly over Ella's prone body.
   He couldn't believe it, the sight of the virgin fuckin' cheerleader
lying underneath him, big fat titties, huge nipples.  `Fuckin' aye,' he
thought as he calmly shucked his sweats down and off, flicking them to the
side with his foot, `we like this shit.'
   Ella heard the rustling above and realized Ricky must have been taking
off his pants.  She had had her eyes closed--she couldn't bring herself to
look--but instinctively she pulled her legs tightly together.
   She wouldn't give that up, no matter what.
   Ricky lingered a moment, still savoring the sight.  Ella finally opened
her eyes; in the dim light that filtered under the door, she saw his cock
standing straight up, twitching, touching his belly it was so hard.  It was
big, to her at least, although it was only seven inches long.  She was
terrified.
   Ricky dropped to his knees and straddled Ella's chest, putting a knee on
either side--the same way he had before.  `Of course, we both wore clothes
then,' Ella thought regretfully.  She watched with detached shock as Ricky
reached down and squeezed her breasts together, sliding his cock between
them.
   "Yeah," he said thickly, looking up into Ella's eyes.  He grinned
crookedly, squeezed the breasts more firmly together.  "Big fuckin'
titties, gonna load up all over this shit." He began to move back and
forth, slowly.
   Ella bit her lip, felt her eyes water.  Ricky's musk filled her
nostrils; the wet sound as his cock slid back and forth between her breasts
filled her ears.  She wanted to be anywhere but here, in this closet, with
Ricky.
   He moved slowly, rhythmically back and forth, working his cock between
her plump breasts.  He would pause, slap her nipples with his cock, then
put it back between and begin moving again.  All the while, he kept rubbing
his thumbs over the nipples and wrinkled areola, enjoying the silky feel.
He exhaled slowly, paused, and then started, a little faster than before.
"Fuck this feels good," he said as he stopped again, captivated by the
contrast of her dark brown nipples against the pale quivering breasts.  He
licked his lips expectantly, realized he couldn't put this off much longer.
   It just felt too fucking good.
   *
   Ricky resumed his movements, gradually increasing his speed until he was
pistoning madly back and forth between the twin mounds.  Suddenly he
stopped, jerked, paused, rose slightly, and quickly took hold of his cock
with his hand.  He stroked it, squeezed tightly, and grunted viciously.
   Ella felt something hot and wet hit her right nipple.  Ricky kept
stroking; Ella felt a drop land on her throat, then a ribbon of cum landed
on the right side of her lip and face.  Shocked, she jerked her head to the
side.  Ricky waddled up, began slapping his still rock-hard cock against
her lips, spurting little drops on Ella's lips, nose, and cheeks--even her
forehead.
   To Ella the smell was powerful, but she willed herself not to gag, not
while Ricky was this close.
   She didn't want to make him mad.
   "There, now that wasn't so bad," he said, rubbing his cock against her
lips.  Ella turned her head to the side, arms pinned helplessly to her
waist.
   Ricky lifted himself off of her torso.  After wiping his cock with her
tank top, he pulled his sweatpants and t-shirt back on.  Dressed, he
strutted out of the closet, a smug smile painted squarely on his face.
   "Oh my God," Anna said, feigning disbelief: "I forgot to start the
timer."
   "Oh it's alright," Ricky said, winking, "we got our money's worth."
   "So, it's Stu's turn now," said Anna.
   Ella still hadn't come out of the closet.
   CHAPTER 8 - Stu
   "Ella.  And," Stu added, "I'll be claiming John Boy's extension, since
he never used it."
   Anna nodded.  "That seems fair."
   Everyone snickered softly as Stu strolled over to the closet.
   Ella was on her knees in the closet, wiping the cum off her face with
the already-soiled tank top, when Stu walked in and closed the door.  He
turned on the light.
   Ella blinked, momentarily blinded by the harsh white glare.
   "You ok?" he asked.
   Ella's voice was small.  "Yeah...I guess...it was Ricky...he..." her
voice trailed off, defeated.
   "Yeah, he's rough," Stu said, raising his voice, "but all guys can get
like that.  We need to get busy, I don't want to waste any more of my time
tonight."
   Ella looked up into Stu's eyes.  They were hard, unyielding--the same
look she had seen in Ricky's.  He removed his sweatpants as naturally as if
he were going to bed.
   Ella wasn't surprised, after what he had just said, after that
penetrating stare.
   After what had just happened with Ricky.
   `What is one more orgasm on my chest?' she thought, hating the idea but
trying to at least accept that it wasn't anything more...
   Stu stepped forward, to where Ella knelt down on her knees.  His cock
was noticeably bigger than Ricky's--and it was bare inches from Ella's
face. She turned her head away, looking down.
   Without hesitation Stu reached out and placed his hands on either side
of her head.  He again ran his fingers through her hair, remembering the
feel of doing this only half an hour before.  His cock jerked in
anticipation.  He closed his hands firmly over Ella's ears, straightened
her head so that she faced him directly, and pulled her mouth slowly but
surely closer and closer to his rigid cock.  He pushed the length of it up
against her lips, her cheeks, and her nose, even her eyes.  He rubbed it
all over her face.  He watched a tear slowing rolling down her left cheek.
   Ella wanted to turn away, felt the tear trickling down her face.  She
bit her lip, looked up with her eyes.  The music was blaring loudly now,
the aggressive refrain, "...tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty..." flooded
into the closet.  With the light on, she could see bad intentions written
all over Stu's face.  She swallowed: scared, anxious, humiliated, she could
hardly imagine where this was headed.
   "I'm gonna watch this," Stu said, a cold hard look on his face.  It was
time to get what he wanted, the way he wanted it.  "Yer gonna suck my cock,
bitch." He watched with deep satisfaction as a range of expressions ran
over Ella's face: denial, shock, outrage.  She closed her eyes and looked
down.  This was a look he knew well: defeat, a deep-rooted, base acceptance
of what was inevitable.  "That's right," he said with a grin, "let's do
this." Stu released his hold on her head and moved in closer.  He grabbed
his cock with one hand, pushed the head of it between her lips, felt the
wet warmth.  "Let's fuckin' DO this..."
   Faced with the harsh reality of a man's penis between her lips, the
unyielding hardness, the bitter saltiness, Ella realized she couldn't do
it, not like this.  She dropped her head, started to stand-
   "STAY DOWN, BITCH!" His roaring voice filled all of Ella's existence. 
He placed his other hand on top of Ella's head and pushed DOWN, squeezing
her skull between his fingers.
   Ella fell back to her knees, tears streaming down both cheeks now.  She
sniffled.
   She was beaten.
   "Open."
   Ella knew what he meant, even though it was the vilest thing she could
imagine.  She opened her mouth slightly, and felt the head of Stu's cock
brush her lips.  Stu thrust forward slightly; powerless to stop it, she
realized his cock-head was entering her mouth.  She felt his hand slide
down from the top of her skull to the back of her head and hold it there
while he slowly moved his cock back and forth between her lips, a little
further inside each time.
   He was intent on planting its full length in her throat.
   Ella felt something coming out of his penis, something a little sticky.
She coughed, moved her head to the side to spit it out.  It was Stu's
precum, of course, but she didn't know that.  She thought for a moment he
was having an orgasm already.
   "Swallow that shit," Stu said, turning her head back to him and
replacing his cock halfway inside her mouth.
   Ella obeyed.
   "Time!" Anna called, barely audible over the music.  Ella's heart
skipped.  She tried to jerk back, felt his hand still holding her head
firmly in position.
   "Extension," Stu said coolly as he began to move back and forth a little
more, putting three fourths of his cock down Ella's throat.  He watching
her big round breasts sway back and forth as he worked her mouth with his
tool.
   "Suck that dick," Stu whispered thickly.  "Suck it."
   Ella seemed to hang on about three fourths of his cock--it looked like
she wouldn't be able to take the rest.
   "Open," Stu commanded, but it didn't help.  He slapped the side of her
head, over her ear.  She heard and felt it, but was still unable to take
any more than what was already lodged in her mouth.  It just wouldn't go in
any further-
   He moved his hands, positioning them just behind each of Ella's ears,
and gripped the back of her head resolutely.  He squeezed, applying enough
force to keep her head in place, then expanded his pumping.  He felt her
body shake as she gagged, but he held her in the same position, still
sliding his cock insistently back and forth, back and forth.  "Gonna take
this shit," he hissed as he pumped, "ALL of it.  Come on," he encouraged,
mercilessly trying to drive it home, "come on bitch..."
   Soon, Stu was ramming more and more of his cock, it was nearly all the
way in, and then all the way out.  Eventually, fucking her face in long,
slow motions, he was imbedding the full length in her gullet.
   He had finally done it.
   He would deliberately move his eight-inch length all the way in, until
his balls rested on Ella's chin.
   Pause.
   He would back it all the way out, until just the head was in her mouth.
   Pause again.
   In.
   Out.
   "I think you've done this before," he commented, pleased with himself.
"You're taking it all in like a seasoned fuckin' pro."
   Ella couldn't believe what she was hearing, felt herself blush furiously
at his ridiculous compliment.  It wasn't pride that colored her face: it
was absolute, complete, utter shame that her body should react to his words
in such a way.  She was struggling to breathe, hoping he would orgasm
soon--and dreading that he might.
   Stu watched all of this with amusement.
   Serious again, Stu picked up his pace, face-fucking the little bitch
with reckless abandon.  He gripped handfuls of Ella's soft brown hair
tightly between his fingers.
   "Yeah bitch, choke on that shit," he whispered again, and Ella felt a
gob of precum fill her mouth.  She swallowed as best she could, but some
was dripping out around his cock and over her lips, dribbling down her chin
and neck.  She brought her hands up, grabbed Stu's thighs to steady
herself.
   That was it, the feel of her hands on his thighs: the trigger that set
him off.  "CHOKE ON IT," Stu growled as he pumped furiously.  His hands,
impossibly strong, forced her head irresistibly down, forcing her face all
the way to base of his throbbing cock.  He held her head purposefully in
place.
   Ella felt Stu's breath on her head, heard him snarl ruthlessly in the
closet: "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, oh fuck yeah."
   And then it happened.
   Suddenly her mouth was flooded with cum; some spurted out, she couldn't
swallow it all.  Cum was dripping from her chin, mixing with the tears that
still flowed down her cheeks.
   "Oh yeah bitch, still cummin'," Stu said, releasing her head so he could
pump in slow motions.  He seemed to be milking his cock, trying to release
every ounce of sperm in his body.  Finally he stopped and stepped back. 
"Clean it," he said, still standing there, towering over her.  Ella grabbed
her tank top to rub his cock off.
   Stu shook his head, added "With your mouth, you stupid bitch."
Obediently Ella opened her mouth and started to clean his cock, eager to
have this ordeal finished.
   Minutes later, Stu walked out of the closet, smiling from ear to ear. 
He yawned.
   "Damn, I'm sleepy," Stu said, and winked at Ricky.
   "Me too man, I'm beat."
   "Only one more," Anna said.  "Stoney is up."
   Stone paused, waiting for Ella to exit the closet.
   Eventually she walked out, shirt plastered with cum, hair fucked up big
time, a frown on her face.  Her eyes were red, shell-shocked, almost
trance-like.
   "I pick Anna," Stone said, and Ella looked up at him with surprise. 
Ella went to the couch and sat down heavily.  She didn't bother covering
her breasts any more--she had no modesty left.
   "Anna, let's go."
   "I'll keep the time," Stu said, reaching for the timer.
   Anna got up and went into the closet.  As the door closed, Stone said
only one word:
   "Kneel."
   Soon they were done--less than ten minutes to be sure.  Ella thought,
'What's going on?' Anna was licking her lips, and Stone looked as though he
was pulling up his sweatpants when they walked out the closet door.
   Ella assumed Anna had given Stone a quick blowjob to call it a night. 
It seemed like the kind of thing cheerleaders were good for.
   "Um, problem," Stone said.
   "Eh?" Anna asked.
   "I never used my extension.  What do we do now, can I use it like
another turn?"
   Stu and Ricky grinned evilly.
   "Yeah bro, it counts as a turn.  You get ten minutes more."
   Stone nodded, taking it in stride.
   "I pick Ella."
   CHAPTER 9 - Stone
   Ricky and Stu chuckled.
   Stone walked over to Ella, grabbed her by the elbows, and pulled her up.
   "Let's go," he said, pushing her towards the closet.
   Ella dragged her feet as she walked over, Stone following closely
behind.
   As they entered the closet, Stone swung but don't close the door.  It
was still almost halfway open.
   'Isn't he going to shut the door?' Ella thought as she watched Stone
stand before her.  He didn't move.  'I guess not.'
   Standing still, Stone stared at her body in a frank, appraising way that
made her feel more like an object than a person.  He might have been
deciding what to offer a car salesman for a three year-old model, seeing
how far he could bring down the price; or, he might have been selecting a
choice cut of meat.
   Nodding, he casually reached out and grabbed her breasts, taking the
heft of them in his hands over her tank top.  He squeezed, almost painfully
tight, ran his fingers to her nipples and tweaked them in turn.  They
hardened between his fingers almost instantly.  Stone grinned, nodded
again.
   He reached up, took the hem of her tank top in hand and abruptly yanked
down.
   "Rriiipppppp," filled the air as the thin fabric gave way, leaving her
heavy breasts to wobble slightly, back and forth, fully exposed.
   Ella closed her eyes in disbelief, felt her shoulders slump heavily. 
This couldn't be happening...
   "Sit down, Ella," he said, his voice a command she was powerless to
refuse.
   She sat.  Stone pulled away the remains of the tank top, dragging it off
her arms.  He took in the sight of her full, round breasts, the huge
areolas, protruding nipples, and felt himself ready to fuck.  He put his
hands on Ella's shoulders, shoved her backwards, watched as she tumbled
over.
   "On your back," he added harshly.
   She fell to her back, pulling her arms over her chest along the way.
   Stone reached for her feet, took the elastic of her sweatpants in both
hands and roughly pulled down, heaving them off her hips and across her
thighs.  They hung up momentarily, and then ripped on the side as he
finished pulling them off.
   Ella whimpered.  This was nothing like the Stone who had come in with
her only an hour ago.  He had been soft, gentle, even arousing.  This Stone
was demanding, took her body for granted.  He seemed to think she belonged
to him--all of them had, for that matter.  She lay there, cold, naked, on
the quilt.  Out of the corner of her eye she could see the couch, someone's
feet rocking back and forth.  `I hope they aren't looking in,' she thought,
returning her attention to Stone.  `I wish he'd close the door...'
   Stone was removing his clothes; as he pushed down his sweats, something
sprung out, lurched to the side.
   His prick was enormous.  It was 10 inches long, a darkly colored uncut
monster jutting rudely from his groin.  Ella gazed at it apprehensively,
not knowing if she could take something that big in her mouth.  It
looked... dangerous...  like it had a mind of its own.  It was half-hard,
pointing straight away from Stone's body-
   --directly at Ella.
   Scared, nervous, Ella was ready to do almost anything to be done with
this night.  She was flat-out exhausted, physically and mentally.  And she
didn't want to cry again.  Anxious to be finished and seeing no way out,
Ella got to her knees and shuffled over to Stone, knelt before him.  She
looked up, saw that he merely watched, hands on his hips, the hint of a
cruel smile curling his lips.
   "Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?" he asked.
   Ella flinched, then reached out and hesitantly wrapped her fingers
around his cock, squeezing it softly.  He was longer, much harder, and much
bigger around than either Stu or Ricky had been.  It was fat at the base
and tapered slightly towards the head--but only slightly, it was almost as
big around at the head as it was at the base.  And being uncut made it
look...  menacing...
   Ella felt a hand rest atop her head, the tug of it pulling forward.  She
rolled her eyes up and saw Stone looking straight back down, his eyes
narrowly focused on hers.  She shut her eyes and allowed him to move her
head forward, felt the head of his cock slide between her lips and into her
mouth.  She stroked his cock with her hand back and forth automatically,
hoping it would speed things up.
   "Well fuck me," Stone said, surprised.  "Stu was right, you're a mean
little cocksucker, you been fuckin' teasing us all night."
   Ella felt his weight move forward, followed by an eruption of precum in
the back of her throat.  She thought he was cumming and tried to jerk her
head backwards; she was unable to move it very far, his hand held her head
steadfastly in place.
   "Ella?" he asked, looking down.  Ella opened her eyes and looked up.
   "I'm asking you a fuckin' question," he added.
   "Yeth?" she mouthed--it was hard to speak intelligibly with the head of
his cock filling her mouth.
   "DON'T...  FUCKING...  MOVE." Stone said, his voice a tidal wave of
sound.  Ella, shaken, trembled at his feet.
   Suddenly the house was very quiet.  Ella heard nothing: no music, no
television, only the reverberations of Stone's last command ringing in her
ears.
   Tears instantly sprung to her eyes.
   "You got that, bitch?" he added, almost conversationally.
   Ella nodded, drooling around his cock.
   Stone nodded, whispered, "See, you can learn" as he eased his cock in.
He moved it in slowly, giving her mouth time to accommodate his massive
size.  He fucked her warm, moist mouth in slow, even strokes.  He felt his
head at the back of her throat, felt his balls swing back and forth,
slapping against her chin, felt the pressure of her involuntary suction. 
Stone thought, 'The proud honor roll student and new cheerleader, on her
knees, sucking my fat cock.  This is just right.'
   Stone pulled his cock out and started slapping Ella's face with it.  The
slapping sound filled the closet.  Ella was stunned; stars clouded her
vision.
   Wasn't this past ten minutes?  WAY past ten minutes?
   Again Stone put his cock in Ella's mouth.  He placed one hand on top of
her head, one underneath her chin and rutted like a dog, fucking her mouth
hard and fast.  He was jamming his full length in and out of Ella's throat;
she gagged, choked, but kept her mouth open, concentrating intently, eyes
closed in a last ditch effort to try and put out of her mind what she was
actually doing.
   "Fuck yeah," he whispered, feeling the familiar tingle start to gather
in the depths of his balls.  He was getting close.
   Ella opened her eyes and found she was looking straight at Stone's belly
button, which kept swaying back and forth, back and forth, as she throated
his massive dick.  Stone was gazing down into Ella's eyes, an even look on
his face.  He couldn't help but be a little impressed, the way she was
taking it all.  He moved his hands to her shoulders, stopped her swaying,
and allowed his cock to plop out of her mouth.  A big slop of drool hung
from Ella's chin.  She wiped it away, looked up at Stone.
   "On your back again," he commanded, pushing her down onto the closet
floor.  He eased down between her legs, nestled his rock hard cock
insistently up between her pussy lips.
   Ella was pinned helplessly beneath him.  She brought her hands up,
pressed against his chest--to no avail.  She couldn't move him an inch.
   Stone, leaning on one arm, used his other to grab and squeeze her
substantial breasts.  He alternately squeezed, teased, and pulled the
nipples, watching in mute fascination as they both hardened under his
direct attention.  He pinched a nipple and squeezed, holding it tightly,
and began pulling it up.  He was very satisfied to see it stretch, drawing
the breast up beneath the suspended nipple.  "Big fuckin' titties," he said
smugly, "but then, I'm sure you heard that before." He laughed and released
her nipple, watched as it fell down and slightly to the side.  He slapped
the side of her breast, making it jiggle, and then did the same to the
other.
   He repositioned himself, settling his weight on both arms.  His face was
directly over hers, staring down--he knew the moment had come.
   "It's time--time for you to take some cock.  My cock."
   Stone felt the insides of Ella's creamy thighs, sleek and smooth, and
practically giggled.  This was IT, the best part, knowing that soon he
would be popping this bitch.  He reached down and placed the tip of his
dick at the opening of Ella's pussy.  He leaned into it, insistent
pressure, felt his cockhead slide between Ella's outer lips.
   She panicked, raised her arms in protest and tried to push him away. 
Fresh tears sprang out of her eyes and rolled down the sides of her face.
   Stone grabbed her arms, pushed them down to her sides, and put his
weight on them to hold her in place.
   "Don't fight me bitch.  Just fucking lay there, or I'll get Ricky and
Stu in here for some, too," he hissed.
   Ella lay back, conquered, and just...
   ...let it happen.
   Stone released her arms, reached up with both hands and squeezed Ella's
breasts firmly, pinching the nipples.  He loved the feel of them, his long
fingers wrapped around their incredible softness, clutching, squeezing.
   She activated something in him, a dark feeling he had never experienced
before: the overwhelming desire to crush this bitch with every atom of his
being.  For the first time in a long, long time, Stone felt a crawling
sensation in his balls that signaled a loss of control.  He was always in
control: always his pace, always HIS FUCKING WAY, but this one...
   ...this one did something to him, something he couldn't explain.
   *
   "That's better," he said, now that she was no longer fighting.  "Much
better."
   Ella, anguished, closed her eyes and bit her lip in frustration.
   This couldn't be happening.
   Slowly, deliberately, Stone fucked his cockhead back and forth between
the outer lips of Ella's cunt, half an inch at a time.  The house was
devastatingly silent; only the small wet fuck sounds of his cock moving in
and out filled the void.
   Finally, Stone reached Ella's hymen, felt it with the tip of his head,
and grinned triumphantly.
   "That's it, bitch, almost there."
   Stone started to fuck his cock in and out faster, never passing the
hymen, instead building momentum and lubrication.
   Sensing it but powerless to stop him, Ella shook her head back and
forth, trying desperately to deny what was happening.  She felt her breasts
bouncing around in time with Stone's motion.  Her arms, powerless to stop
him, lay useless, unmoving.  Finally she turned her head sideways, waiting
for it to end.
   "Oh no," Stone said as he reached down and put his hands on each side of
her face.  He pushed her head square, so that it faced his.  "Open!  Open
your eyes!" he commanded, pumping in a way that just barely grazed her
maidenhead with each stroke.
   He continued at just that rhythm, teasing her hymen with the tip of his
cock for what seemed like forever, all the while holding her head so that
when she opened her eyes, she would be staring directly into his.
   "I can do this all night," he hissed, although it wasn't entirely true.
His load boiled just beneath the surface; he was closing in on the massive
explosion lurking just moments away.  "All night," he hissed again, almost
a threat.  He was ready, as soon as she opened her eyes-
   Just then Ella opened her eyes; as if on cue, on the next down-stroke
Stone plunged his full length inside her in one powerful motion.
   Ella blinked, gasped, and blinked again.  Suddenly her eyes bulged.  The
pain was nearly unbearable.  She simply lay there, confused, overwhelmed.
   "Take it," he snarled, withdrawing and driving it home again, "that's
right, take it bitch.  Take it!" Spittle flew from his mouth as he spat the
words.
   He paused, his cock fully embedded between Ella's searing cuntal walls.
Drool hung out of the side of his mouth.  He stayed there, still, fully
sheathed, long enough to settle down, to take the edge off.
   If he moved too soon, he would blow right away.
   He stirred again, moving slowly, gradually increasing his pace until he
was fucking Ella's hole in long, hard, deep penetrations.  It took all his
concentration to stay in control...
   Ella's tits were moving up and down and all around, wildly, with the
motion.  Her head jerked with every full penetration of Stone's cock into
her fuckhole.  She twitched, moved a little in response.  Her body seemed
to fuck Stone back in counterstrokes out of reflex.  Her face went hot at
the thought, pure shame and abject humiliation that her body should so
betray her.
   "Yeah bitch, take that shit." He shook his head unbelievably, sweat
pouring down his arms.  "Tight.  Tight...  fuckin'...  pussy..." he said as
he exhaled forcefully in her face.
   Ella blinked, stars before her eyes.
   This couldn't be happening.
   For ten more minutes there was no sound in the house but the soft wet
slapping of heavy duty fucking.  Ella was clinching her pussy, attempting
to deny entry.  Stone felt his cock bend slightly each time he thrust, felt
the powerful squeeze-
   "Fuck.  Fuck yeah, just like that." She couldn't help it, her body kept
trying to stop him, not understanding it was having the opposite effect.
   Stone adjusted his pace and position, gradually increasing.  Ella's tits
bucked wildly, bouncing all over.  Her pussy began to throb from the steady
onslaught of nonstop fucking.
   Stones actions became more insistent.  He fucked fast, frenzied,
grunting.  He felt the overwhelming tingle building in his nuts, knew he
couldn't hold it back much longer--he was about to blow a massive load. 
Stone leveraged his lower body, fucking like a jackhammer.
   *
   "Fuck you, bitch," he murmured as he arched his back.  With one last
thrust, Stone buried his cock all the way inside Ella's tight cunt and held
it there, felt the boiling eruption spew out of his manhood.  He kept it
there, still, twitched his cock several times.  As he filled her with his
hot load he kept staring right into her eyes, searching for that moment of
recognition.
   He saw the defeated look he knew so well.  "Fuckin' cunt," he whispered,
his voice pure venom.  "Just another hole."
   Stone pulled out, waddled on his knees to her side, and held his cock in
her face.
   Ella knew what to do; she reluctantly opened her mouth and took his
semi-hard member between her lips.  She swirled her tongue around, trying
to get all the sperm off of it.  She felt it stir, start to get hard again.
   "I think we found something you can do," he said as he watched.
   Minutes later, finally finished, he pulled back, stood, and got dressed.
He walked towards the door where he stopped and turned.
   "We'll have to do this again sometime," he said, leaning against the
doorframe.  "I'm sure we'll be seeing you around." With that he turned and
walked away.
   Ella rolled to her side and curled into a ball.  She was exhausted,
physically and mentally.
   It was finally over.
   Well, for tonight...
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