In bondage schoolgirl

CHAPTER TWO

Betty clutched her purse tightly against her tits as she paused in front of Annie's door. Her parents wouldn't be home. She'd promised that. It was Wednesday night, the night they were out playing bridge until well after midnight. It had been all she could do to persuade her mother they were going to study together. That was all.

But that wasn't it at all. Thinking about what her best friend in the whole world had told her, then thinking about Gino and his advances in the cafeteria were weighing on her mind. There had been one evening when the girl had lain in bed, tossing and turning, the sheets roped around her legs as images of Gino pinning her to the mattress and fucking her floated through her mind. Annie had told her to come over, to watch what she and her boyfriend did. It sounded awful. And yet there was a part in her that wanted to watch.

Taking in a deep breath, then letting it out, she felt her tits tingling. Curling her fingers, the young teen rapped sharply at the door, her heart pounding so hard she thought it would tear through her chest.

"Oh, hi, Annie!" She stood there, hearing soft music playing in the background.

"Hi, glad you came, Betty. Come on in." Betty stepped in, nearly jumping when she heard the door close behind her.

"I hope I'm not late," she said nervously, still holding her purse protectively.

Betty drew her arms close to her sides. She couldn't see Hank, but she guessed he was there somewhere inside the big house. It was so quiet, so ominous.

"You… you look different," Betty commented, turning and observing her friend.

"'Cause I feel different on these nights. Oh, hi, Hank. Betty's here to… well, you know," Annie said, giggling softly.

Betty felt her face burning. Thinking about coming over here was one thing. It seemed so daring, so deliciously shameful. But standing here in front of a male, a real-live half-nude male whose smooth chest was heaving up and down in front of her, was another thing. She caught her breath and was about to turn around. No, she wasn't going to be a coward! She was going to see this thing through.

"We've been waiting for you," Hank said. The words sent a jolt of terror mixed with wild hope racing through her. Hank stood there, his big stocky figure radiating a force that nearly overwhelmed her. He made no move to touch her. But nevertheless she was aware of his body. In some strange way her flesh seemed to sense the heat, the excitement ft coming from him. Betty felt a sudden comforting glow washing over her skin as her body responded against her will.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, Annie said it'd be all right if you played along with us. Yeah, it's gonna be a lot of fun," Hank said, reaching out and tracing one finger down her cheek.

Betty jumped back, her eyes wide with fright. Problems. That's what she had. Problems with men, problems with herself, with her image of herself. And Annie was willing to give up her boyfriend to her. Just the thought of having a man touch her made her cringe.

"Don't worry about it, baby. There's no problem here," Hank said reassuringly.

Betty thought about the problem she was having with her body, with her mind. Her tits were itching terribly around the nipples. Her cunt was generating more and more heat as the swollen pussylips rubbed together. A knot of tension formed between her belly and her cunt.

"Come on," Annie urged.

Annie walked ahead of them, motioning with one hand for Betty to follow her. The blonde passed by Hank, feeling his knuckles brush all too familiarly over her ass.

"Where are we going?" Betty asked hesitantly, following her friend through the kitchen to the basement door.

"Down here. Daddy's always puttering around in the basement. I keep worrying he's gonna find out what I've been doing. Watch your step."

Every step downward Betty thought about turning around, running back through the kitchen and out into the night. There was still time. She could save her virginity, her reputation. But something else had taken over the girl, had turned and twisted her mind around until the thought of going back to her mother revolted her. No, she was going to stay with Annie and Hank, see what they did. She could feel her cunt beating in time to her heart.

"Oh, Annie… what are all these things?" Betty asked.

"On my dad's workbench? Oh, and that's really hard to pull out here. We've gotta make sure it's shoved back in the corner just like daddy wants it. If he only knew…" Annie laughed, her eyes twinkling wit mischief as she slipped one arm around her friend and guided her past several strange wooden barrels to the bench. There were all sorts of things. Cuffs, screw-like objects, stirrups, leather belts, and something that resembled a riding crop.

"What… do I do?" She felt so stupid, so awkward. And above her she could hear the floor squeaking. Hank was coming down. The thought sent another shiver through her.

"Well, the first thing you could do is stop looking like a sacrifice. It's gonna be okay, you'll see," Annie reassured her.

"I… I feel so strange," Betty muttered.

Betty felt strange, standing there with her girlfriend. Hank starting coming down the stairs. No, she couldn't go through with it! What had given her the idea she was so sophisticated? Betty was terrified of sex, of the thought that people were going to stare at her naked body.

"Betty?" Annie called out as the blonde teen began backing away, shaking her head slowly from side to side.

"I can't, Annie. I just can't. I'm sorry, but I can't," she whispered, turning and starting up the stairs. It was then she realized Hank was halfway down, both his hands stretched to either side of his body blocking her way.

"Going somewhere?"

"Please, Hank, I can't go through with it. Please let me go," Betty cried, feeling hot tears welling up in her eyes.

"No way."

"Let me out!" Betty demanded, her voice quavering.

"Get back down the stairs."

With that, the good-looking athlete started coming toward her slowly, a sardonic smile on his lips. Betty gasped, her right hand stretching behind her, gripping the wooden handrail. This couldn't be happening. God in heaven, it couldn't be happening to her.

"Annie, tell him to stop," Betty whispered.

"I can't, Betty… and I won't," the girl answered definitely.

Betty stopped at the foot of the stairs. Her gaze raced back to Hank's crotch. One hand was fluttering around the zipper, grabbing the tab and pulling it down. She heard the teeth opening, saw the pants halving before her eyes. It was a horror show. She didn't want to look and yet the girl couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight.

Betty's flesh crawled when she saw the thick, purple cockhead of Hank's eight-incher pop out. She was silent as he pulled his pants open, freeing the powerful vein-roped prickshaft. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he gave his prick a hard squeeze, forcing a drop of something clear from the tiny slit at the cockhead.

"Don't do that!"

"You wanna see what's gonna be rammin' into your cunt, right? Here it is, baby, here it is. It's what's been keepin' Annie so damned happy all this time."

Betty gasped again. Annie had gone down on that thing? A cock that size would tear her apart! And her best friend had been fucking Hank's prick every Wednesday night? Maybe more often? The thought made her dizzy with fright.

"I heard Gino was talkin' to you in the cafeteria. Some of the guys told me you were watchin' his dick through his pants. I know that kinda look," Hank said, licking his lips. "Shows you're cock hungry, baby. You warn dick so bad, you're gonna cry when it gets stuck in you."

"Stop it!" Betty cried, curling her fingers into two fists and pressing them against her sides.

"Hank, please," Annie said in a soft voice, wrinkling her forehead.

"Shaddup, both of you. You wanted your girlfriend here. Now she's gotta put out. I don't give a fuck if she doesn't like it. She's here, she's gonna screw."

The words came down like a death sentence for Betty. Backing away, still shaking her head from side to side, the young blonde teen felt helplessness creep over her like slime. There was nowhere for her to run. He was going to fuck her, tear her cherry away from her and there was nothing she could do.

"Annie, help me. God, please!"

"I can't, Betty. You wanted to come down here. I'm not going to lose Hank just because of you," the girl whispered back.

"Come here, baby, come here. Annie here tells me you're a virgin," Hank said, his eyes glittering as he shoved his Levi's down a little farther.

"Oh, no, no, please!"

"I haven't fucked a virgin for a long time. Annie here was tapped by someone else. She didn't say. Don't matter anyway," Hank said, stopping for a moment as he stepped out of his pants. Betty watched his cock swaying from side to side as he rocked from leg to leg.

"Come on, Annie, take off your fuckin' clothes. I ain't gonna fuck both of you through your skirts!"

"Annie!"

Betty watched as her girlfriend moved quickly, reaching back and unbuttoning her white cotton blouse. In a moment the garment had slipped off her slim arms and floated to the floor along with her skirt. Annie stood there, her long brown hair hanging around her narrow shoulders, her white nylon panties showing the dark furry covering of her cunt.

"Nice, eh? Man, that's the way I like 'em. And I think I'm gonna dig you."

"No, leave me alone, please, please, please!" she begged, her eyes darting from corner to corner, desperately looking for some path of escape.

But did Betty really want escape? She felt her body trembling, her heart racing, her pussy becoming hot and slippery. And her nipples! They were driving her mad with their itchy, tight, hot feeling! They were throbbing in time with her cunt and heart!

"Please, please," the girl whimpered.

Hank darted forward, one hand wrapping around her wrist and pulling her hand forward to the head of his fat cock. Betty could feel the slick fuck juice from his prick rubbing against her fingers. Cock juice! Her flesh crawled with excitement once more as she dug her feet into the floor and thrust back her ass, pulling at her arm, trying to get away from the big stud.

"Come on, Betty, it's not gonna be so bad."

Bad? She was going to be deflowered in front of her girlfriend. Wrong. It was so wrong. And yet her cunt was growing hotter and wetter. Her tits were driving her crazy. That awful ache in her nipples increased as he forced her hand closer and closer.

"Feel my dick, baby. Rub it up. Find out what a good hunk of meat I'm gonna shove into you," Hank said, his fingers tightening painfully around her wrists.

Again, Betty tried pulling back, her knees knocking together so hard she could hear them. What was wrong with her? Why was she feeling this strange mixture of feelings racing through her body and mind? A good girl. That's what her mother had always told her to be – a good girl. God liked good little girls. Grown men liked good little girls. She would be able to find a husband much easier when she told people she was a virgin. Then why was she standing here in the basement with Annie, struggling with this sex maniac who wanted to fuck her?

"Don't! Don't do this to me!"

"Come on!"

With that the girl felt the hot, fleshy cockhead rubbing against her palm. Slowly, reluctantly, steadily, the girl felt her fingers closing around his prick. She was breathing through her teeth, fighting that wonderful feeling tearing through her body. She wasn't going to enjoy this. God in heaven! She wasn't going to let herself fall, not like her mother, not like so many other girls in school. It wasn't right, just wasn't tight!

But how delicious it was to touch a man's prick. As she stood there, trembling, terrified, horrified at the thought of what was happening to her, Betty couldn't deny she was enjoying this. Time and time again she had lain in bed, wondering what it would be like to feel a guy's cock. She had seen all those slides in class, had thumbed through pages of dirty magazines Annie had brought her. And time and time again she had thought about touching a man's cock. Was a prick really that hard? That stiff? That hot? And now she was finding out for herself. She felt her body melting, felt a strange hot itchiness forming around her nipples and at the top of her pussy.

"That's it, Betty, that's it. Sure, yeah, come on, jack it back and forth," Hank whispered, his lips forming a weak smile as he closed his eyes and rocked back and forth on his, heels.

His cock was so hard, so very very hard and hot! And that juice! It was bubbling out of his slit the way her own fuck juice was frothing from her cunthole, dampening the crotch panel of her panties. Betty could feel the wet material clinging uncomfortably to her cuntlips! Glancing to one side, she saw Annie shoving her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her own briefs and shoving them down. The girl looked so different, so strange! It was that glimmer in her eyes, that flush in her face. She was growing sexually aroused, really aroused! It was like looking at a different person when the brunette pushed her panties down and stepped from them.

She squeezed Hank's cock, tightened her fingers around his fat cock. At the same time, she jacked her hand up and down. The young stud groaned, his chin trembling while his nostrils flared. He was as turned on, as high as she was. For a moment the girl felt a flash of power or pride, knowing she could make someone this good looking and athletic groan from the simple touch of her fingers.

"Annie, baby, she's a hot little bitch. Man, she wants it bad. But you know what turns me bit, baby? Really turns me on?"

Annie moved up beside Betty, her face turning bright red. She knew what Hank was going to say. She could see it in his eyes, read it on his face.

"No, not Betty, please," Annie whispered, her eyes widening as Hank's smile broadened.

"Why not? The two of you are good friends. Man, I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't make it already," he said, wiping his chin with the back of one hand while staring mockingly down at the blonde.

"What's he talking about?" Betty asked.

"Nothing, Betty, nothing. Hank's just joking. He…"

"No joke, baby. I wanna see the two of you makin' it… right there," the boy said, pointing to a mattress shoved to one side of the water heater.

Betty froze. Her hand pulled away from the fat cock. As she rubbed her fingertips against her skirt, she shook her head. Had she heard right? Yes, she had! The teen could tell from the looks on their faces that she had understood them well. Hank wanted her to make it with Annie. Put on some kind of lesbo show!

"No!" Betty gasped.

That was going too far! What kind of degenerate did he think they were?

"You ain't got a choice, do you?"

"I'm going to leave. The two of you can do whatever you want. I don't want to be a part of it," she said, backing away from them.

"Hank, let her go. Please, I don't think…"

"Man, I'm not lettin' this little girl go for a long time. She's your friend, baby. You gotta take care of her. And the best way to take care of her's, to warm up that cunt. Come on, Betty, come on and suck it, suck my girl's pussy."

The words were too horrible for her to stand there and listen to. Covering her ears, dropping her purse to one side, Betty rushed from Annie's side, past Hank and toward the stairs. She heard a commotion behind her as she gripped the handrail. She managed to climb two steps. On the third step, the girl felt fingers wrapping around her long blonde hair. There was a tentative tug, then a hard yank. It felt as if someone had poured burning gasoline on her scalp! The girl screamed, her eyes widening while both hands shot forward. The pain was so great the girl dropped to her knees, her body crashing to one side. Hank kept pulling at her hair, cussing behind her, telling her there was nowhere for her to run until he let her. With a sob of defeat, Betty slipped down the stairs on her knees, tears in her eyes.