Later on, she happened to be in the girl's lavatory combing her hair when Mary Jane came in.
'Angie! What a darling dress. Is it new?' Without waiting for an answer she rattled on. 'I do like your hair that way. Brad and his friends must like it too. Is Brad as nice as he seems to be?'
Angie murmured, 'Guess so.'
'He certainly seems to like you a lot,' Mary Jane said enviously. Half-jokingly she asked, 'What have you got that I haven't got?'
Mary Jane leaned toward the mirror and studied her pretty face anxiously, trying to find the flaw.
Angie felt a kind of triumph. Now Mary Jane was wishing for what she, Angie, had, and not the other way around. Angie smiled secretively. She gave a last pat to her hair as she moved to go out.
'Ask, Brad, why don't you?' she told Mary Jane brightly.
Angie gave Mary Jane a brilliant smile and closed the door behind her.
As the week wore on Angie became lees concerned about her reputation. She reasoned the boys wouldn't want their parents to know what they were doing. And they didn't want to stop doing it, so they wouldn't tell their parents on her. It was as simple as that. Only one person might tell — Doug. He'd been awfully upset about her and Brad. What would he think if he heard about Jim and Scott? Well, she comforted herself, he probably won't find out. I won't tell him and the boys can't afford to unless they want to take a chance on getting caught.
The week passed quickly. Angie basked in her new popularity. She looked forward to Friday evening too. Several times during the week she got hot and it was no fun burning she decided. What a wonderful thing sex was — to turn you on so high and give you release at the same time. No wonder her mother was such a crab. Burning all the time and never getting it put to her. She ought to let herself go and enjoy her body naturally, not try to live by unnatural rules.
That evening, when she opened the door, there were six boys on the doorstep. 'Oh, no!' she thought. She was stunned but she hid her feelings. What could she do but go along with them?
'You know everybody, don't you Angie?' Brad said easily.
Angie nodded, giving them all a weak smile. Could she satisfy them all? She wondered. She could tell by the new boy's uneasy glances that they knew about the sex marathon and without doubt expected to take part in it. It really wasn't fair. Brad should have told her he was bringing more boys.
Brad confidently started down the hall toward her bedroom. The other boys clattered after him in a bunch. Angie followed behind. She couldn't help feeling disturbed. Things were getting out of hand.
The boys looked approvingly around her bedroom. The stereo blared out a sexy African beat. A small lamp on her desk in the corner shone dimly, otherwise the room was dark. A bottle of wine and some glasses were laid out on the desk.
'Wow! This is neat!' Keith exclaimed. He grabbed Angie's arm and pulled her in front of him. 'Let's dance.'
Keith started wiggling his hips and waving his arms in time to the sexy pounding beat.
Angie was glad of the diversion. Her eyes lighted up, gleaming in the dusky room. Her body weaved back and forth gracefully; her young little breasts jiggled and her cute little bottom rotated seductively.
The boys eyes gleamed watching her sheer gown swirl about her body now hiding and now highlighting the mounds of her breasts, the swooping curve of her narrow waist, and the rounded mass of her buttocks bouncing tantalizingly. Their mouths fell open, mesmerized by that bouncing bottom.
'Sweetest little ass I ever saw,' a voice said seriously.
Angie heard the remark. She felt more and more anxious. What would happen when they found out? How could she tell them? Their eyes kept looking at her expectantly. Undressing her body. Ravishing it. She could feel it. She could feel a hand run down her buttock. She swung away, out of range. They'll be mad when they find out. She knew. A different hand grazed her breast, igniting a flare of passion within her. If she could only think of something to do! But there was nothing. Nothing. Another hand ran up her inner thigh, lightly hitting her private parts. A streak of desire flamed in her. Fear gripped her too. What would they do when they found out?
Two arms grasped her strongly from behind. A face buried itself in her wriggling bottom. Wet lips kissed down her mysterious crack. The hands dug into her fleshy hips. She could hear his rough breathing. She screamed and struggled to free herself, beating her hands ineffectively on his head. But the arms were like a vise.
'No, no!' she kept shouting.
Her body was pulled down. Hands were feeling all over her. Warming her up. Uselessly her body rolled from side to side, her arms flailing. Hot breath from the panting mouth erupted thrills in her breast, bringing her body to life. The hot wet mouth sucked hungrily on a hard nipple.
'Oh, oh, ooh,' Angie moaned, her mind whirling, her body burning all over.
The hot breathe and wet lips left a trail of slather down her soft belly and headed straight down between her legs… Frantically, Angie put her hands there, covering her secret parts. They were ripped away. The mouth moved downward.
'Hey!' a surprised voice shouted. 'Look at this. She's got the rag on!'
'Yeah?' several voices exclaimed.
Frightened, Angie lay still and silent. Her mind turned off, too scared of the consequences. Fingers pulled down her napkin, exposing her blood-stained pubic hairs, moistly wet vaginal lips, and stained inner thighs. Wondering faces with curious eyes stared attentively.
'By God, she is! What do we do now?'
'Fuck her anyway!'
'We can't,' Robbie objected. 'We shouldn't.'
'Why not?' Scott asked. 'No difference unless you're squeamish.'
'We'll get our baptism in blood!' Glen said excitedly.
'Man! I've always wanted to try it,' Brad said exuberantly.
Angie's eyes looked like those of a trapped animal. Knowing there was no use resisting.
'Where's an old sheet or something?' Jim asked. 'To put on the bed so her parents won't find out.'
A sheet was found and was folded in fourths to provide padding and was carefully spread on the bed.
'I want to finish what I started,' Glen said.
The other boys didn't object. They wished they'd had the nerve to do what he'd done.
Wordlessly, Angie let Glen help her pull her dress off over her head. The other boys swallowed nervously when they saw her pink tits staring openly at them. Angie laid back on the bed docilely and spread her legs apart. Six pairs of eyes studied every curve of her body, from her pink erect little tits down to her blood-smeared black pubic hairs.
Glen's body crushed down on hers, pushing her breath out. She gasped and readjusted her body, waiting to be sacrificed. If her mother could see her now. She'd really kill her! She'd thought the boys would let her alone this time. After all. But no. They were more intrigued by her body. They had to have her. Whatever her condition. They didn't care how she felt. What would it do to her? She'd always heard people didn't do it when the woman was bleeding. Would it hurt? She felt frightened.
Glen's mouth clamped hard on hers, bruising her lips. Caught of-guard, her mouth opened to let in air. His tongue crowded in, swirling around inside her mouth, pushing down her throat. Gasping, in self-defense, she pushed her tongue back at him to push his tongue out. Their tongues snaked in and out of first one mouth, then the other. She felt her body heat up; her mind turn on. Their tongues circled inside each other's mouths, filling them. Low moans started deep in her throat. She clamped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling his mouth fiercely down on her own. Their bodies rocked spasmodically. Excitement raced through every nerve. Her pelvis rubbed his sensually. She felt his big hot penis press lengthwise against her soft firm belly. Her mind started spinning. Their bodies began undulating up and down, up and down. She grabbed one of his hands and put it over one of her breasts. More, more, her mind cried. Turn me on more! His fingers worked over it, cupping and squeezing it in time with their moving hips. The tit caught between two fingers which squeezed it rhythmically too. Their breaths came faster, became hoarse.
Five pairs of eyes watched the naked bodies humping back and forth, back and forth. Watched the light reflecting off her breasts as the flattened and rounded alternately, off her hips flexing strongly.
'Get her! Get her!' Brad said hoarsely, his penis burning him.
Angie's legs opened wider. She pulled her hips back and pushed her pelvis up hard against his body. Glen began panting loudly, emitting animal-like cries and squeals.
