Finally I did spread my legs as wide as I could, to give him convenient access to wherever he would choose to send his teasing, thrilling, strong and smooth fingers to. I could still see my friends, my familiar company, but I was far away by then, couldn’t even hear a word they were saying, just the rush of blood in my ears, and this deep voice, "Spread", "Bitch", "Cunt". And then: "Move your ass, slut." Louder than ever. I saw Erika look in his direction first, then her eyes were following his arm, and she was staring at me. But I was beyond this invisible line, we're always told not to cross, and started riding his fingers, slowly first, my hips circling, then faster. Soon the others watched me too. My boyfriend stood up, I think he called my name, wanted me to leave with him, but I couldn’t talk, my mouth was completely dry, all my body-fluids seemed to have gone directly between my legs, my panties, even my thighs were dripping wet by now. Just before he left, I came in a moaning, groaning, animallike orgasm. Two of the girls also left, disgusted. I felt ashamed, wanted to cry, but still couldn’t stop, Craig’s fingers deep inside me, caressing, then pumping again, spreading me wide, making me gasp and sigh. Erika had stayed and was looking as fascinated as the three remaining boys. And it seemed to go on for hours... "Now bitch. Time to show your friends, what kinda slut you are. Get up." Slowly, as my legs wouldn’t follow right away, but without hesitating, I obeyed. His hand was still between my legs, but soothing now, comforting. He seemed to know, that any fast move, the slightest penetration would have convinced my knees to give in and send me to the ground. But he just held my pussy and it seemed to me, that his hand was the only thing that still held me upright, almost like a glove puppet. And at the same time, this hand was my only friend, that saved me from the sneering disgust of my classmates. I didn't know then, Craig had a much more terrible plan...