An Indecent Awakening (17 page)

Stacy pulled her face back from Julie’s rear end, a look of confusion on her face, as if she had been very far away and Derek’s voice had called her back. Derek held out the big black dildo, she took it, and as if in a trance where she could do nothing but what the men in charge of her told her to do, she turned back to Julie’s cunt and slowly worked the dildo in.

“Alright, Peggy,” Derek said, “go ahead and sit on top of the back of the couch: it’s time for Julie to get her share of pussy.”

After Derek had the footage he wanted of the pretty-pussy chain with Stacy at one end and Peggy at the other, they turned the cameras off. It was time for two big, achingly hard cocks to have their share of the fun.

Julie had her head held steady by Ben, as he stood on the other side of the couch and took advantage of how well he had taught her to open her throat. Derek fulfilled his promise to take Stacy from behind, holding tight to her shoulders as he pumped his cock in and out her pussy, telling her how to use the dildo on Julie. Ben told Peggy to crawl underneath and lick Derek’s balls while he fucked Stacy.

After Ben and Derek had come, they turned on the cameras again, and had the girls line up along the back of the couch, facing the TV screen, then bend over it until their faces were in the cushions of the seat.

“Reach back and spread those cheeks,” Ben said. “Time for a little anal training for three.”

While Derek filmed all the action, Ben got his box of toys. There were more than enough butt plugs to go around: Peggy got the biggest, a black invader with ridges that made her cry out in discomfort; Julie the purple, medium-sized one that made her moan; and Stacy the cute little blue one that only made her give a soft cry of distress.

That, of course, got Ben and Derek hard again. Derek filmed Ben sampling all three asses, and then Ben returned the favor. Each time, the plug was removed, and the backside was fucked for a minute or two. Then the plug was returned.

Ben and Derek didn’t come in the girls’ asses: they had Stacy go get soapy washcloths from the bathroom to clean their erections off, and while she did they had Peggy and Julie put on a sweet little show atop a blanket on the carpet. Finally, all three girls had to lie in a triangle with their legs spread and their cheeks pillowed on one another’s thighs, eating pussy and having their pussies eaten, until they had each come twice.

While that went on, Ben and Derek went around the triangle, lying behind whatever girl they chose and thrusting into her cunt with abandon, so that the basement was filled with the sound of male hips slapping female bottoms and girls crying out into one another’s pussies. The girl who was supposed to be eating the cunt Ben or Derek fucked had to watch the fucking, and on command, either lick the other girl’s clit or the balls of the guy taking his pleasure there. Ben came inside Stacy, and then Derek came there too, shouting out his ecstasy at the feeling of her well-lubricated tightness.

Before Stacy left that girl-on-girl lesson, Ben told her that her next lesson, on Saturday, would be a kind of graduation.

“Peggy and Julie came for lessons with me for a couple of months before I even started to think about finding boyfriends for them,” he said, as she waited at the door for Derek to get ready to drive her home. “But because of your…” Ben gave a twisted grin, “…advanced level when we started, we progressed a lot more quickly than I thought we would.”

Stacy blushed. “I’m on the path of virtue, you mean?” she asked. It sounded to her like she meant it—as if the path of virtue, as defined by serving the cocks of the dominant men who chose a girl to serve their pleasure really did constitute a form of goodness.
Well,
she thought,
don’t I get to define virtue for myself? Isn’t that what it’s all about?

Ben smiled and nodded. “You like Derek, don’t you?”

Stacy compressed her lips, looking into his blue eyes, and nodded.

“You guys had a good time on Saturday night?”

“Oh, yes,” Stacy said, feeling her blush grow hotter. It hadn’t been anything but dinner, spanking, and sex, but it had felt perversely like the first real date of her life.

Derek came down the hall. “You ready?” he asked Stacy.

Stacy turned to Ben. “Homework, sir?”

Ben glanced at Derek. “What do you think?” he asked. “That one I showed you this morning?”

“Oh, yeah,” Derek said. “Are Joe and Pete available?”

Stacy felt her heart beat much, much faster.

“I’m sure they will be, when we tell them what the deal is.” He turned back to Stacy. “Video number one,” he said.

“Oh, Ben…” Stacy felt herself trembling. “I’m not sure…”

“I’m sure,” Derek said.

“Me too,” Ben said. “Your assignment is to write out the backstory of video number one. And no orgasms.”

“No playing with yourself at all,” Derek said. “Panties like the girl’s in the video, but no touching that pussy.”

Stacy looked at him, and then at Ben, who nodded to approve Derek’s command. Their faces were stern; just the look of them sent a tingle of arousal through her belly, and below.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

* * *

Video number one.
It had been labeled, on the porn website,
Li’l slut gets gangbanged by five guys and four gals.
Stacy supposed that four guys and two gals could probably accomplish the same basic maneuvers. She began writing in the ‘My Secrets’ diary.

The little slut is eighteen years old. She just had her birthday.

Stacy pondered, as she watched the beginning of the video. Like most of the amateur videos, it didn’t provide any context at all—it was made up almost entirely of the action: the fucking. The girl—the little slut—had hair a shade or two darker than Stacy’s, in pigtails. She wore a cute little pink T-shirt and white cotton panties, just like the ones Stacy, obeying Derek’s command, now had on under her skirt. The video began with a shot of her lying on her back on a princess-style bed with a pink comforter. The oldest of the five men stood over her and said, “You know what it’s time for, honey, don’t you?”

The little slut had an expression of apprehension on her face. A thrill of taboo arousal went through Stacy’s chest and tummy; the girl seemed so inexperienced.

“What’s it time for?” the second man said, looming over the pretty pink bed.

The little slut shook her head. She didn’t want to say.

“It’s time for us to fuck that little pussy of yours,” the first man said jovially. “And there are some other folks here who are going to fuck you, too. They’re out in the living room. We’re going to start by taking turns in here.”

Stacy swallowed, and realized she was breathing very hard. She had watched this video dozens and dozens of times, and it always affected her the same way: more strongly than any of her other videos, and with an arousal, mingled with horror, so great that it seemed to steal the breath from her chest. She paused the video.

The men…

She crossed that out.

Her name is Amy, and she’s actually twenty, and she’s always wanted to be gangbanged.

Stacy thought for a moment. Oh, God, how she wanted to put her hand up under her skirt. Maybe Derek wouldn’t spank her if she just touched herself through her panties?

Of course he would—if Stacy told him she had played with herself. But she didn’t have to tell him, did she?

How could she possibly write this silly little backstory for a video whose creators (if they could even be called that) clearly had no thought that a viewer would ever do such a thing? Part of her wanted to explain how the model/actress/porn-girl in the video really did want—no,
crave
—the apparently terrible things that happened to her. ‘Apparently terrible’: that made Stacy smile. Her parents would certainly think them terrible.

And most of the time, in the video, the girl—Amy—seemed not to be enjoying them. That was the part that made Stacy feel faint: the way she got so incredibly hot at the sight of Amy’s face contorted in discomfort as man after man sampled her ass with his cock.

Just like Derek and Ben had sampled her ass, and Peggy’s and Julie’s asses, over the back of the couch. Had Stacy’s face looked like that? Anal certainly wasn’t comfortable, and she could well imagine that her brow had creased and her eyes watered and her mouth pouted.

But, at the same time, it felt so… right—in that special, ultra-wrong way.

Really, Stacy wanted to beg Derek to ask Ben if he could fuck Stacy’s ass every day. She never failed to get wet thinking about the rules, and the way Ben had retained, and would retain, ownership of her anus. So wrong, and yet so right.

She had it.

Amy has always fantasized that her guardian, who’s not related to her, would invite all his friends over, and come into her room and tell her that it’s time for her gangbang.

Yes. That was why it paid to be a porn-girl. If something is right on that edge, you add a layer of fantasy. Besides, she had probably just figured out exactly how video number one had come to be.

Then her guardian fucks her first, while his best friend shoves his cock in her mouth.

Stacy pressed play. Her fascination with the mode of writing she had just seemed to unlock for herself actually made it bearable to watch the video without such a need to play with herself.

They turn her over, and the best friend fucks Amy doggy-style, while the guardian fucks her face, and comes there. He calls Amy a good girl, and says that he’ll go and get Mrs. Jerue, Amy’s high school English teacher.

Oh, wow. Oh, wow. Stacy couldn’t believe what was pouring out onto the page. None of the backstory about guardians and friends and English teachers, of course, was in the video, but it all flowed naturally out of… She looked at what she had written, and giggled very, very nervously. Mrs. Jerue was
Stacy’s
high school English teacher.

* * *

Video number one was already playing on the big TV in Ben’s basement when Stacy walked down the stairs. The sound was turned down all the way, but Stacy saw that the action had reached the part where one of the gals—the one Stacy had named Mrs. Jerue—put on a strap-on dildo and takes Amy’s ass with it while ‘Mrs. Marshall,’ Amy’s best friend’s mother—a woman who had once scolded
Stacy
severely—presented her very hairy pussy to Amy’s mouth.

The faint feeling returned so strongly that Stacy thought she might fall, but then she saw Derek smiling at her from across the basement, where he was setting up the cameras and—to Stacy’s amazement—real photographic lights and reflectors.

Two guys who could only be Joe and Pete, black-haired and sandy-haired respectively, dressed in jeans and T-shirts, came over to shake her hand. Ben introduced them.

The strangest part about meeting two guys whose cocks would soon be inside her was how normal it seemed, Stacy thought.

Peggy and Julie waved to her; they sat on the couch, wearing what looked like business clothes—just like the women in video number one seemed to be wearing elegant clothing, in sharp contrast to…

Ben held out a little pink T-shirt. “You’re wearing the white panties?”

Stacy nodded.

“Why don’t you go into the bathroom and change so that you’re just like the li’l slut?”

“Amy,” Stacy whispered. “I named her Amy.”

Ben smiled. “Okay, Amy.”

Stacy took the T-shirt and went to the bathroom. It seemed strange because she had always undressed right there at the bottom of the stairs, but Ben had clearly decided to make all sorts of things about this final lesson feel different. When Stacy came out of the bathroom she saw that the basement had been set up as two different scenes: in the corner by where she stood, just outside the bathroom door, there was a futon covered with a pink sheet. Derek was there, holding a much more serious-looking camera than he had ever used before, and one of the lighting stands lit the scene warmly.

“This is your bedroom,” he said. “Joe has a little experience with videography, so he and I are going to take turns with the cameras. Ben and Pete and Peggy and Julie will help out getting coverage.”

“Coverage?” Stacy asked. She knew it was a technical movie production term, but she’d never known what it meant. Everything seemed more, well, serious, this time. Like it was a real porn set.

Derek smiled. “Footage that I can use when I edit.”

“Wait,” Stacy said. “Who said anything…” She started to breathe faster. Yes, she fantasized about being a
real
porn-girl, and she got hot when Ben talked about it, but she didn’t think, given the way the world worked, that that fantasy should come true.

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Derek said. “It’s just for us. Like a graduation video.”

“Do you
promise?
” Stacy asked. She looked at Ben, who had ambled over from where he’d been talking to Peggy and Julie. “Do
you
promise, sir?”

“Absolutely,” Ben said. “Remember about the path of virtue, and what’s public and what isn’t?”

“Nothing much more public than a porn vid these days,” Derek said. “Do you think I want other guys ogling my girl?”

“Well,” she said, “what about, um, Ben? Not to mention Joe and Pete—and, for that matter, Peggy and Julie?”

Derek laughed. “You’ve got a point, but… well, I look at it like this: when they ogle you with my permission, it’s hot, and it keeps you on the path of virtue because I’m the one who decided you should get looked at, and fucked, and filmed. But when guys are ogling you and I don’t know who they are or where they are—that’s not hot, and it’s not virtuous.” He looked at Ben. “Ben, does that seem right?”

Ben nodded. “Yup. Just to be completely on the level with you, porn-girl…”

Stacy giggled at that—she couldn’t help it: it had started out as such a degrading, filthy, hot thing to be called, but now it seemed a term of endearment.

“…I really hope the seven of us will keep playing together. It’s worked out pretty well with Peggy and Julie and Joe and Pete. But after today you answer to Derek—if you want to answer to anyone.”