In bondage schoolgirl

CHAPTER ONE

"Annie! What are you doing?"

Betty Rawlins sat at the lunch table, her face reddening. Glancing quickly across the crowded cafeteria, she spotted several of the boys staring in their direction, silly smiles twisting their faces. She knew why? She knew why they were laughing at her and her friend. Annie was sitting right there in public, sliding her mouth back and forth over a peeled banana.

"Stop it!" Betty hissed, her forehead wrinkling with disapproval.

"You said you wanted to see how to suck cock. See? You've gotta be careful not to leave any teeth marks on this. Same with a guy," the perky brunette said, handing her friend the peeled fruit.

Betty shrank away from her friend, wishing she could sink into the floor and die. Those looks the boys were flashing at them! She could feel their eyes burning through her clothing, warming her tits, making the rubbery tips stand up on end, and brush against her sweater itchily. And her pussy! How warm and wet and tight her cunt was getting as she sat there in the school cafeteria! It was wrong feeling this way! Her mother had told her time and time again that men wanted one thing only – to get between a girl's legs and fuck her. And, when they got what they wanted, they were off for another pussy. That was what had happened to her father. Or so she was told.

"I didn't think you'd do something like like that right here," Betty said, leaning over the table and stopping her friend from repeating the action.

"Huh? Oh, them," Annie said, turning around and seeing several boys grinning back at her. She let out a tired sigh and put the banana back down on the table. "They're just a bunch of creeps. They think they know everything. Well, they don't." Annie, shrugging her shoulders, turned back to her lunch.

"It's still… still wrong," Betty said sulkily, staring at the banana.

"That? Oh, I guess some people think so. But Hank doesn't think so," Annie said confidentially, giggling nervously.

"You mean… you mean you and Hank? Ohhhhhhhh, Annie. I never would've thought…"

A flush of excitement and shame flashed through her body. Betty had always known Annie was more daring than most girls. She guessed that was why she liked the girl so much. But this? Sucking a cock! For a second she thought the brunette had just been teasing her, having learned that technique from reading one of those dirty books she managed to get bold of so often.

"Sure," the girl said, wrapping her half-eaten sandwich back in the aluminum and glancing up at the big clock. "Hank and I have been… well, you know, fucking around for over a year."

Betty felt her body grow lush and hot all over. Her flesh crawled while she could actually feel her pussylips move! They were moving, the rubbery edges slipping against one another while juice bubbled out and dampened her panty crotch. Just thinking about fucking, about her girlfriend stretched out on some bed, spreading her legs open for a stud, made her so warm down there in her cunt. It was awful, whorish to feel what she was feeling.

"How about getting… you know, pregnant and stuff like that?" Betty whispered, leaning over the Formica-topped table again. She thought the whole cafeteria could hear their conversation. Again the girl glanced nervously at the four studs sitting across the aisle, still staring at her and Annie.

"Oh, I take care of myself. And so does Hank," Annie said, narrowing her eyes and smiling knowingly. "Why so many questions? You've somebody on the line you're thinking about fucking?"

The question was like a bolt of lightning! Fucking? Her? The thought of her getting down with a guy made her cunt burn.

"No, no!" she said breathlessly.

But her heart was pounding just at the thought of having someone touch her cunt, touch her with his prick. Prick, cock! How deliciously evil those words sounded, as they echoed through her mind? Fucking! Hours and hours of fucking, of twisting under some stud's body while he fucked his prick in and out, in and out, fucking out her young little fuckhole until she couldn't think! How she would laugh at her mother then, laugh in her face while she bucked and writhed under a cock!

"Betty?"

"Hmmmm? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking."

Annie was so open, so wild, so free! If only she could be like her friend – just a little bit. How many problems that would solve!

"Anyway, why did you wanna know about sucking cock?" Annie asked, picking up the banana and biting off the tip.

"Just curious. I heard something else about it… dunno," she said dully, looking through her long blonde lashes at the four guys.

"I could tell you lots more – I mean, what me and flank do, you know."

Betty felt shamed beyond belief. It was as if she had peeked into her girlfriend's bedroom, then found she couldn't stop herself from spying.

"I… I don't think I should hear this," Betty said, gathering her books up from the chair next to her.

"Why worry about it? Come on," Annie said, stretching one hand out and laying her fingers gently on the blonde teen's arm. "You gotta kick your mom's hold on you. She's a nun. No, no, she really is," Annie insisted, tightening her grip on Betty as she tried to scoot away.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Betty said, feeling tears spring to her eyes.

"Well, you've got to. God, if my mom were like that…"

Betty saw Annie shuddering at the thought. How she wished she could be like her friend! But that wild life, all those things she did with guys… Betty thought she'd simply die of shame and embarrassment if she tried just anything.

"You know, I never told anybody else this," Annie said confidentially, managing to get Betty back to her seat.

"What?"

Betty felt her heart beating faster. It was going to be another confession, another admission of some sexual freaky thing Annie liked doing. But Betty couldn't tear herself away from her friend. She had to hear it all! The girl felt her heart beating like a trip hammer while her nipples were growing stiffer. And all along Betty was aware of those guys across the aisle staring at her.

"You ever hear about bondage?" Annie said, her thin lips curling up into another knowing smirk.

"Bondage?"

Betty drew back, feeling her flesh crawl.

Someone somewhere had told her stories about women who enjoyed being tied up and beaten. But her best friend Annie couldn't be into something that kinky, that weird! She and Annie were only teenagers. That sort of stuff was for older people.

"Sure, you know, ropes and stuff!"

Betty's eyes widened again. She imagined Annie had screamed out the last few words. The girl was too frozen with surprise and horror to move. Hugging her books to her tits, Betty sat there as Annie began explaining.

"Well, we don't go into the hard stuff – you know, all that leather and whips and stuff. It's too weird. And besides, we don't have enough money for it," the girl said, tracing her fingertips along the smooth table top and playing with a few crumbs.

This can't be happening! She can't really be saying this! Betty thought to herself. Yet she was. Those words were tumbling out, horrible words, sentences about how Hank and she got together every Wednesday night when her folks went out for the bridge club.

"No, I don't want to hear this," Betty whispered, her voice growing low and throaty. She couldn't move! Her legs seemed paralyzed, nailed to the floor as Annie paused for a moment.

"Come on, sure you do. I can see it in your face," Annie countered, smugly smiling at her friend.

Was it that obvious? Could everyone read the sexual excitement rising in her body? Her fingers were like ice, trembling against her notebook while her heart beat like a trip hammer. Her chest tightened and her mouth became as dry as cotton. Again and again the frantic teen tried to ignore the hot mush feeling between her legs. But her cunt was dripping with hot cunt juices. The more Annie talked, the more the girl told about what she and her boyfriend did during those awful Wednesday evenings, the more excited Betty felt herself become. All those years of strict moral training from her mom were coming apart right in front of her eyes.

"But there's plenty of rope in the basement. And Hank and me… well, weave come up with a lotta things on the side. You know, made 'em up. He's gotta be careful and hide 'em from his dad," Annie said, giggling again into her fingers.

Betty felt her cheeks burning with shame. Annie's voice was growing louder. She was sure some kids passing by overheard one or two words. Betty saw their faces as they looked back.

"Annie, not so loud," she cautioned, wishing she had the strength to get up and leave. But the conversation was too fantastic, too exciting for her to move away.

"Sorry. Anyway, we take off all our clothing and fool around. You know, like… normal, whatever that means," Annie said. "Then he gets out the rope and ties me up… real tight. Gosh, sometimes I can't even feel my fingers!"

"And you let him do it?"

It was unbelievable! Betty felt as if she were talking to someone from outer space. Her good friend Annie? Annie, the daring one, could dare this much? She could let some guy tie her up and… and then what?

"Sure, I trust him. That's the big part, I guess, is trusting the guy. Anyway, then he works me over."

"What? Works you over? What do you mean?" Betty asked breathlessly. Her heart was beating so hard! she thought it was going to tear right, through her ribcage. For a moment the girl forgot about those awful guys across the aisle staring at her and Annie. All she could think of was what her friend was saying, what she was explaining to her.

"You know. Betts, and… and things. He's got some screws he puts on me down there that really turn me on. And then… then he fucks me. And ohhhhh, ohhhhh, God that makes me feel good!"

Betty could see her friend was almost in ecstasy right there in the lunchroom. Again Betty turned around and saw those guys still sitting there, laughing now, hitting one another. She was sure she and Annie were the butt of some dirty joke. Frowning, the girl turned away, touching her friend lightly on the shoulder.

"Why? I mean, why do you do it? Does it feel that good… I mean, really?"

Annie stared back, shrugging her narrow shoulders and checking the time.

"Seems that way. If you're interested why don't you come over and watch?"

"What?" She couldn't have heard right. Betty gripped her books more tightly.

"I've gotta go to the john. Just talking about it made me all hot, all over. I'll be back," Annie whispered, sliding out from her chair and walking quickly through the double doors.

Betty sat there, staring at the table top. She was hot. Oh God, was she hot! And it was worse, far worse than it had been for a long time. She thought about what her girlfriend had said about all that fucking, about all that bondage! Something was responding in Betty. It was something dark, something she buried down deep inside her. She sat there, her fingers tightening around her books. Immoral. That's what it was. Her mother would have screamed in horror if she had known what her daughter was thinking about Wednesday night. Annie had said she could come over and watch… maybe even take part! No, that would be asking too much.

"Hey, baby, you look all lonesome. Want some company?"

The words cut through her daydream. Betty nearly jumped out of her skin. Turning around, she saw it was one of those guys from across the aisle. She had seen him swaggering down school corridors before, eyeing all the pretty girls. Betty remembered hearing stories about him – about how he homed in on a girl and how he kept on bugging her until she gave in.

"Go away!" she said sullenly, turning away from him. She could hear the others laughing softly behind her.

"You don't want me to go away, do you?"

His voice! It was like satin, purring into her confused mind. She sat there, feeling him almost touching her. That awful conversation she had had with Annie. It had made her like this, respond to him like this. Where was Annie? Why was her friend away so long in the john? Why didn't that bell ring?

"Yes. Just… just leave me alone," Betty whispered, wishing in a strange way he would touch her.

"I'm not gonna beat you."

Chills swept over her body as she felt his warm breath blowing over her flesh. She waited, expecting to feel a tongue being shoved into one ear. Then, catching herself, Betty moved away, twisting around and staring angrily up at the smirking young athlete.

"Or anything else. Just… just get out," she said, her voice quavering.

"It's a public place. This is school, man, and like it or not I'm part of it."

"No!"

He had put one hand around her. She had almost shouted as she jumped up in a panic.

Her sudden move, sent all her books crashing to the floor. She couldn't help it! He was upsetting her so, tilting all her fine moral defenses to crazy angles. Betty couldn't think. And now there were people staring at her, smirking at her. It was as if she had shouted to them just bow she felt, just what she secretly wanted.

"Hey, take it easy, chick."

He put his hand on her narrow shoulders, forcing her back down. How hard her nipples were becoming now, scratching maddeningly against her sweater. She could swear he could see them poking against the fuzzy material of that garment. And her cunt! Her pussylips were moving as if they had a will of their own. The full, flexible cuntlips curled and trembled while her clit popped hard and erect to the surface. She felt blood rushing to her face as that stud dropped his face to hers.

"My name's Gino… Gino Canola. You know, Italian stallions can really make a girl feel fine… 'specially a girl like you."

Her mother's voice echoed through her mind as she sat there trembling in the cafeteria, reminding her that men only wanted one thing – to fuck then disappear.

"No!" Betty pulled her notebook over her tits as if it were a shield.

Gino looked at her for a few seconds, then shrugged, running his fingers through his long black hair. She could hear him breathing, could imagine the things rushing through his mind. Was Gino's cock thick and hard now? Half-formed thoughts drifted through her mind, thoughts about Gino lording over her, tying her up, fucking her brains out. That damned Annie! She'd tell her friend a thing or two when she got back.

"Don't know what you're missing. Bet you haven't been around much either," Gino said.

He was panting into her ear! Yes, she bet he wanted her in that way. His lips were curling into a broad smile, revealing the white teeth behind. Betty's eyes flashed over his body. He was big and stocky, his chest so thick and powerful Betty thought he must work out or something. And how he stared at her!

"I don't care what you think. Just leave me alone. I don't… don't want to talk to you," she nearly panted back.

"Sure," he said, putting one foot on a nearby chair and opening up his legs in front of her. He was exposing his crotch to her… right there in the lunchroom! Again the girl swept her eyes over his body. She saw an impression of a thick roll of meat cradled between his legs. His cock! His prick was big and thick and hard – or at least she thought so! And he wanted to stick something like that up between her legs? Never! She would die rather than have someone like Gino fuck her!

"What's on your mind?"

The question made her face burn more furiously.

"Nothing, except I'm gonna be late for the next class," she said, spotting Annie threading her way through the gathering crowd. Betty avoided the laughing stare from Gino's dark eyes as she rose to leave.

"Maybe you oughtta think about me more often. Bet you wouldn't be so damned stuck up if you and me got together a couple of times."

Gino's voice followed her as she gathered up her books and left, Annie trailing behind her, asking her what was going on.

"Nothing, nothing," Betty said, her composure snapping as soon as she rushed through the double doors. How would she ever be able to live up to her mother's standards with all these temptations around her?