In bondage schoolgirl

CHAPTER SEVEN

Those hands kept crawling up like spiders, the fingers touching her tits, her throat. He was squeezing her nipples, rolling the rubbery nubs between thumbs and forefingers until she squealed with delighted pain. A shock of something like heat flashed from her violated tits to her pussy, making her clit throb.

In high school, she had seen the boys staring at her tits. She was well developed. Her mother worried about her, buying her sweaters one or two sizes too big, always to hide her firm, high-riding tits. But she would tuck in her sweater behind her skirt, stretching the knitted material over her bra. How the boys would stare, ignoring the teacher, their eyes wide, wanting, desiring her tits. It was wrong to tease like that. But still it wasn't as if she wanted to fuck them or anything. It was just a harmless game.

She would sit there at her desk, thumbing through the American history textbook, peering over the top at times to watch the boys. She had seen their fingers twitching and squeezing together. She knew they were thinking about twisting her nipples around, feeling her tits.

How she and her girlfriend had laughed at the boys. Betty knew they wouldn't touch her. There was no way they were going to get her between their legs and fuck her, let alone touch her. And yet here was a stranger, someone she barely knew fucking her, touching her tits, squeezing her nipples until she squeaked with pain.

He moved his fingers against her nipples, letting her know he was fully enjoying her humiliation and her pain.

"Come on, Betty, come on, move it, move that ass. Show me you're diggin' this as much as I am," he said, fucking forward with a particularly rough push.

The girl coughed, swinging her head from side to side, feeling her long hair brushing over her whitened knuckles. Fucking. She was fucking, having her cunt fucked by that awful fat prick. The harder and faster Hank fucked her, the more she was liking it! Yes, she was starting to feel spacy, starting to look the way Annie had earlier. It was as if someone had given her a drug. It was the drug of fucking. It had taken over all her consciousness, making her think of one thing only – fucking. Gradually the horror of her rape had been matched, then surpassed by the joy of his cock. In and out, in and out that prick fucked, each forward shove making her body shiver. And all the while his hands rubbed life into her tits, pinching her nipples, making her cry out with a mixture of pain and joy.

"Ohhhh, Betty, see? I told you you'd love it. Oh, yes, yes, you'd love it," Annie gasped. Opening her eyes, she saw her girlfriend sitting in front of her, her legs spread apart, both hands dropped to her crotch. She was playing with herself! Betty saw the fingers moving back and forth, sliding up and down over her clit. She was toying with her cunt, jacking off in front of Betty while she was getting fucked by Hank!

And yet it seemed so normal. What did she expect Annie to do, play cards? Yes, let the girl flick her fingers over her clit, fuck them in and out of her sucking cunt. Betty had the best of the deal. Betty sighed, feeling the wonderful fucking of Hank's prick. The young stud was groaning above her, his fingers pinching her nipples hard as his excitement grew and grew. Betty didn't care now. Consciously she was pressing against the big athlete, wanting to feel his belly rubbing against her ass as he fucked her. Her mind was whirling around, sinking into a dim haze of semi-consciousness as she felt that cock fucking her cunt into an inferno.

The fat cockhead fucked back and forth inside her heated fuckhole. Behind her she could feel those fat, leathery balls bouncing off her asscheeks, slapping at times against her clit, making it tingle even more. Heated rushes of air blew against her thighs. Fucking. Fucking. And now he was building the tempo of his fucking, holding her more tightly while groaning low and loud.

"Ohhhhhhh, baby, baby!" he cried, his head tilting back.

Betty moaned back, jerking her body from side to side, doing everything she could to intensify the feeling of haying her cunt filled with cockmeat.

"Oh, yes, Hank, fuck her, fuck her," Annie moaned, her fingers spreading her cuntlips apart and fucking in and out in time with her boyfriend's fucking.

Everything was turned upside down for the teen. Tears of horror and delight rolled down her cheeks as she felt his cock swelling inside her. Her soft whimpers became louder and louder sobs as she started to round one lust corner, started edging up toward climax. Yes, she was going to cum again that evening, cum with a fat prick fucking her mercilessly. This was so much different than the sucking Annie had given her. There was a chilly fire lapping at her cunt, licking at her clit until she nearly fainted from the sensation. Every ounce of strength seemed to be sapped from her body. And yet she kept on, pressing into the young stud, wanting more and more of his cock fucking her pussy.

"Ohhhhh yes, yes," she whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear her cries of delight. It felt so good, so wonderfully good. It felt better than anything she'd ever known before. Finally that awful itch, that pulsing itch that had been driving her mad before was now being scratched!

"Yeah, yeah!" Hank gasped, his hand still stroking her asscheeks, squeezing her ass flesh.

"Oh God, God, yes…"

"Come on, move that ass, move it real hard… ughhh… yeah, like that. Oh, man, man," he gasped, shaking his head slowly from side to side, "this bitch knows how to move it, man. Christ, she knows how to move… ughhhhh fuck… a stud feel real good!"

The words burned into Betty's mind. She felt another flash of sexual fire consume her clit. And all the while his cock was fucking into her pussy sliding continuously over the rounded bottom of her clit. Soon. Very, very soon she was going to cum. It was similar to the time when Annie had stiffened her tongue and slipped it into her cunt crack. But now there was something far bigger, far hotter and longer fucking her pussy.

"Oh, ohhhhh!" Betty cried.

Betty loved the endlessly fucking cock as it chugged back and forth, the balls slapping hard against her ass. Her thighs were spreading farther and farther apart, her knees scraping against the concrete floor. She should have felt discomfort. But now all her concentration was centered on two hot spots – her nipples and her cunt. Nothing else mattered. She cared about nothing else, no one else. The only think she demanded from life was more fucking, more of flank's prickmeat to make her feel this good for a long, long time!

"Man, gonna make it soon. Shit, can't keep my jizz down," Hank growled, throwing his head, from side to side. Sweat streaked his cheeks while he opened his mouth and sucked in lungfuls of air. His body was shuddering with the effort of fucking the girl while his hands pinched her flesh, her tits, her belly.

Betty heard the urgency in his voice and went crazy. A man was going to cum inside her! A man was going to dump his load of spunk down her pussy, fill her cunt with that white hot stuff she and Annie had giggled about so often. How she had envied her girlfriend and some of the others when they told her about climax, about when a guy pops off and starts squirting his stuff. Then it had sounded terribly messy. But now she bristled at the thought of having Hank's white-hot jizz spurting inside her, filling up her itchy, hot fuckhole.

Hank fell over her, his fingers pinching her nipples hard now while his powerful hips fucked his cock home. She was grunting with each forward thrust like a rutting bitch, her hair curtaining her face while her fingers dug hard into the mattress. Somewhere in the distance she could hear Annie crying out once more. Was something wrong? No, of course not. The girl was cumming, climaxing nearly in her face once more. That was nice. It didn't really matter. The only thing that mattered was the cock in her cunt – that and her clit which was swollen to the bursting point. If a thousand firecrackers were to go off in her cunt, they wouldn't equal the fiery power she felt building deep between her spread thighs.

Hank was holding tightly onto her asscheeks now, his fingers hurting her as his cock fucked frantically in and out of her cunt. She knew instinctively that moment of hot joy was just within reach. Betty felt herself stretching for it, her fingers touching it barely. Soon she would embrace it, be engulfed by it. She needed more of that cock, something just a little bit stronger to push her over the edge. How she wanted that, needed it.

"Take it, slut!" Hank growled, slapping her hard on the ass. Yes, that was it. That was it. More slapping, more of something. That hand kept battering her ass, making the flushed skin tingle while his cock filled her fuckhole. It was too good to stop. Her body quaked and shivered with need while her asscheeks ground hard against his belly. Soon, very soon.

Hank cried out, stiffening his body, snapping his head back. Betty held her breath every sensation seeming to magnify itself a thousand fold. And then she knew he was cumming. She could feel the hot spunk jetting into her pussy, spattering against her itchy cunt walls. He was filling her up.

The girl thought she was going to go mad! She slammed her ass against him, thrilling in the combination of the fucking cock and the hot, squirmy liquid spurting into her pussy. And there was more. There would be more. Hank draped himself over her, holding her tightly, babbling obscenities into her ear while still shooting all that hot cum into her sucking cunt. There was something building fast inside her, something that was making her thighs tense, making her clit throb harder and harder until she thought the tiny organ was going to tear loose.

In a mad second it seemed as if the world had crashed into her cunt. Betty screamed, her head jerking up and striking Hank's chin. Stars flashed behind her eyes while her cunt muscles cinched down hard on the big stud's prick. Again and again her cunt cramped down, gumming his cock like a pair of soft lips while a rush of spasms shot through her snatch.

Pain and pleasure. She was starting to realize what life was all about. Betty's climax was a combination of these two opposite feelings – feelings so powerful they knocked all sense from her. Gasping, wheezing, the young girl collapsed to the floor, the only signs of life being her uneven shallow breathing. Again and again her cunt muscles gripped that fat cock milking and squeezing the last of the jizz from its central tube.

When it was over, Hank fell on top of her, fucking his softening prick in and out.

"Baby, you're somethin' else. Man, you got one hell of a hot pussy. It's like you been savin' up for this kinda shit for a long time."

"Just leave… leave me alone, please," Betty sobbed, ashamed, overwhelmed with guilt. She had let him do this.

At the start she had fought him off a little. But something inside her made her bow to him and Annie, made her so excited she could hardly think. And in the end she had not fought at all. A dark power had bleached out all thought. For an instant Betty had lost her identity, had become a senseless, rutting bitch who couldn't get enough cockmeat.

"Don't gimme that goody-two-shoes crap," Hank said, wiping the back of his hand over his lips. "You like gettin' fucked. You're one of those women who like men, like what they do to you."

"Not true, not true," Betty protested, hiding her face in shame between her thin arms.

"I'm not gonna argue with you," he said, pulling out of her cunthole.

Betty sobbed louder, feeling that prick withdrawing. She knew it was true, true! Try as hard as she could to fight the horrible reality, she knew it was true. Hank had peered down into her soul and seen the truth. Now he was laughing at her when she tried to deny it. How she hated him for that truth, for telling it to her!

"I've gotta get home, baby. Got practice tomorrow. Take care of your friend. Maybe we can work somethin' up later… after I fuck you," Hank said, bending over and kissing Annie hard on the lips.

For the next few moments Betty lay defeated and broken on the floor. She heard Hank dressing, heard Annie scampering up the floor after him. There was the sound of the outside door closing. She guessed she should be leaving, should be gathering up her clothes and getting out of here. But she was so weak, so driven into the dirt!

"Oh, wow, it's late! Come on, Betty, come on, you've gotta get dressed or something. My folks are gonna be home in a half hour!"

Betty groaned, pushing her hands under her body and slowly getting up. She brushed back her long hair, shivering as she felt some of Hank's cum dribble from her violated cunthole and trickle down both her inner thighs.

"I know you're feeling weird. But you gotta get outta here, honey. Come on, you'll feel better later on. I was just about that way when I first got fucked."

How could she talk so flippantly about it? Betty said nothing, confused, unsure of how she was supposed to act. She moved around as if drugged, gathering up her clothes, following Annie up the stairs to the big bathroom where she showered. How good that hot water felt, and how especially good the soap felt as she worked it over her swollen cunt. Yes, her pussy was still puffy, still aroused, ready for another fucking, she guessed. Had Hank touched some kind of button, turned her into some kind of raving whore? Had all those years of deprivation done something to her? Perhaps if she had been more normal like Annie – she wouldn't have this desire to go bed all the time. Now all she could think about was Hank's prick – that fat juicy cock dangling from between his legs and how good it felt reaming her out.

That night she managed to avoid having a prolonged conversation with her mother. Mumbling goodnight, Betty dragged herself upstairs, closing the door and falling across her bed. She tried to sleep! But nothing came of it. The moment she was alone, all she could think of was Hank sticking his cock into her, or of Annie grabbing her asscheeks, fucking her tongue up her pussy. And when she did fall asleep those mental images became all that sharper in her tortured dreams.

She tossed and turned in bed, the sheets wrapped around her legs while her cunt burned and throbbed all night. Had she cum in her dreams? The girl thought so. It was so hard, so very very difficult for her to think straight that morning when she finally aroused herself. Those terrible dreams of both Annie and Hank fucking and sucking her had drained the girl.

"You're looking tired, dear," her mother said, serving her a plate of bacon and eggs as she shuffled into the kitchen and sat down.

"I didn't sleep much, mother. I've got a big history exam today and I'm worried about it," she said, picking up her juice glass and swallowing the bitter orange drink.

"Oh, yes, that's why you were over at Annie's – studying. I do wish you'd sea other girls," her mother said, sitting down opposite and brushing back her hair.

Betty studied her mother. Tall, attractive, firm pouting tits. She could see why men wanted her mother even now. She could have had a good time, maybe even a better one than Betty had had last night. What was stopping her? Betty blushed at her silent conversation. What a terrible thing to be thinking about one's own mother.

"Annie's fine. I've got to hurry," Betty said, closing the conversation.

She bolted down her food, grabbed her books and nearly ran out the door. As she faced her mother, the girl felt growing guilt and shame. She might have said something, might have done something that had tipped off her mother. No, no one could know of that evening. It had to be her deep dark secret – hers and Hank's and Annie's.

At school things went normally. She saw Annie once or twice in the morning in the halls and waved. Hank was nowhere to be seen. That was good. The girl couldn't have faced him. The thought of looking into his eyes, hearing his mocking laughter there in front of all the kids made her nervous.

With these thoughts in mind, the girl was strolling down the main corridor past the principal's office, hugging her books close to her body when the realized someone was purposely standing in front of her, blocking her way. Raising her eyes, she saw it was Gino. Her heart contracted.

"Please, I'm on my way to study hall," she muttered, her fingers turning icy. Her tits were starting to swell until her nipples were tense and itchy again. God, what kind of girl was she? Everything in the world had happened to her the other night, it seemed. And yet she was still game for more.

"Yeah, sure. Study, huh? Real bookworm," Gino said, smirking down at her. He ran his fingers along her notebook, staring hotly at her. Betty felt her knees trembling, felt the strength going out of her legs. She was showing her excitement, her fear. She knew it, could sense Gino's growing amusement and arousal. "That's not what Hank tells me."

Betty nearly dropped dead. It was all she could do to run around the big stud, fighting back the tears, feeling his eyes boring through her clothes. He told! He told!