Billy has lots of debts - even if none of them are significant

In the bright spotlight of the car's headlights you gyrate through an orgasm, not hearing one of the boys muttering, "Twenty bucks. Cheap."

Panting, but knowing more is coming you turn back to the screen, watching as the camera is picked up.

"You're gonna give me a copy of that, right?" a voice asks, and Martin Keyes, an ex-boyfriend, saunters into view.

"Everyone who wants one is getting a copy after," Billy says, making you wonder what would have happened if he'd kept the promise, if you hadn't found the camera later. How many copies of this would be floating around the internet? How many men would have jacked off to the site of you being used like this? The thought makes you dip your fingers back into your sopping pussy, your eyes remaining glued to the screen.

Billy films as Martin throws himself between your legs with abandon, thrusting in and out like the energizer bunny, but with none of its stamina as he rapidly spurts his load deep within you.

"Damn," he groans. "Can you believe she never put out for me? Anyway, we're even for those things you said."

You moan, fingering yourself faster and faster as more boys enter, use your body, and leave, each giving their assurance that...

"We're even for that homework assignment I did for you..."

"Alright, you don't owe me a lunch anymore..."

"I guess that's enough to make up for bumping me in the hall..."

"You don't owe me anymore for that truck you stole in kindergarten..."

"That was the best repayment of six bucks I ever had..."

"You ever look at my girl again and you'll owe me another fuck with yours..."

"Okay, I guess that makes up for that baseball card. I still say it's mine, but I guess you can keep it."

At the end of the long line of boys settling small debts and grievances a girl comes into the room. Kelly Carson was her name, and she was one of the most beautiful girls in school. Personally you thought you were better looking but she had the big breasts that the boys all seem to love.

"You film me or look at me and I'll break your dick off," she says, carefully climbing onto the bed, avoiding the mess of cum pooled between your legs and atop your tummy.

Billy obediently turns the camera, but thought Kelly seems satifsfied she has no idea that the camera is aimed at a mirror. As Kelly begins to hump your face she keeps her eyes on Billy, meaning that her face isn't visible, but as the camera catches the action from her other side it's obvious to anyone watching that it's a girl humping the oblivious face of another girl.

"Fucking cunt," Kelly hisses, "You think I didn't find out about you sleeping with Trevor when I was dating him?"

A rain of verbal **** rains down upon you, both in the video and out of the speakers. Though you've no interest in women sexually you can't help but feel strangely aroused as she verbally abuses you and thrashed atop your face. Your breathing speeds up and your fingers dig deeper, more of them scrambling to fit up inside of you as she bucks like a wild bronco.

At long last she cries out in orgasm - echoed by you atop the wildly vibrating machine - and sags atop you.

"Fuck," she groans. "I bet you enjoyed that, didn't you Billy?"

"uh, ah..." he stammers.

"You can look now," she says, and the camera swivels dizzyingly from the mirror to the buxom Kelly. "I think that makes up for you staring at my ass."

"Oh, um, great," Billy says, sounding more nervous, or excited, than he had with any of the other people who'd defiled you.

"You know," she says, looking back at your now messy face, "I'm all worked up now. I need some release."

"Oh, well... if you want another go..." Billy gallantly offers, and Kelly gives a twisted smile to him.

"Oh no, not with her," she says, coming closer to the camera, her hand reaching past it as she adds, "I think it's time you worked off all the times you stared at tits."

"Oh..." is the last thing Billy says before the camera tumbles from his grip.

Just before it lands and the video ends another boy can be seen rushing toward the bed, his pants pushed down and his cock leading the way.

For a moment the laundromat is silent, the boys staring alternately at the video and at you, while you regain your breath from the orgasm, slowly regaining your senses.