S&M mother

CHAPTER TWO

Cindy groaned, feeling Billy's tongue wriggling into her mouth. She tried drawing away, pressing her hands against him. She was afraid, very, very afraid of going this far. Her mother had told her about men, about the one thing they wanted from a girl.

But Billy was different. He was the star fullback on the high school team. He was kind and so sexy!

He was holding her possessively, his fingers roaming around her back. Soon the blonde felt her body becoming very limp. The warm tingling in her crotch had became more concentrated, more intense while juice seeped from her hot, eager little cunthole. She had never been that wet before, even when she'd necked with Billy in his car. She could feel the narrow cotton crotchband of her panties sticking to her swelling cuntlips. It rubbed and chafed against her clit in a nice way.

Cindy rocked her hips against Billy once more, sighing, as she felt those stinging little spasms rush through her stiffening clit again. And then, when he brought his hands down to her ass and squeezed, the girl thought she would die.

She pressed her hands more firmly against his chest. "No!"

"Wow, Cindy, I knew you were hot for me."

Cindy frowned. "Who told you that?"

Billy grinned, still holding onto her narrow waist. "Nobody. I could see it just from the way you were staring at me. You know, you were looking at me all the time in history class."

Cindy bit her lower lip, feeling her cheeks flame pink with embarrassment. She thought she'd been more careful than that. Was she that obvious?

"I'm not… fast, like some girls," Cindy said hesitantly, reaching back and frying to push his hands away from her ass.

"I didn't say that. But since we're here in the school basement and all, well…"

Cindy shuddered. He was making a proposition, a suggestion they go all the way. She could tell. Cindy had thought about doing that a lot lately, and just the thought made her breath quicken. But here? In the basement? The steam pipes and the gurgling boilers made her wince at the thought of having her first fuck here of all places.

"C'mon. Jack's cot is around here someplace. He sleeps here at night sometimes. Probably thinks about the gym class for girls upstairs."

Cindy frowned again. Jack, that ugly janitor who made all girls shudder. Ever since he'd come to work at Wilson High two months ago, he'd been leering at them all.

"No, Billy… uhhhhh!"

He was kissing her again, tonguing her neck, then licking the tops of her tits as he started unbuttoning her white frilly blouse.

Again she protested, but she felt a warm trickle running down her inner thighs.

Billy was kissing her hair, hunching against her crotch. He was making fucking movements against her. She could feel something very hard and hot brushing up against her. And now his hands were molding her tits, kneading them in a way he'd never dared do before.

That morning she had gone bra-less, feeling particularly sexy with her nipples gently brushing against the soft cotton of her blouse. Thank goodness her mother hadn't noticed.

Now she pulled back, watching Billy's face as he looked at her jutting, pendulous tits. Her nipples were stiff and hard, long pink nubs that begged for a touch, a tongue.

"Wow, Cindy! Nobody's gonna come here for a while. We can do it!"

"No, Jack, he might – oh, I don't know, Billy."

Billy pushed her back, having spotted the cot pressed against a workbench.

She felt him drawing her back, pushing her, while he took her hand and pressed her fingers against the front of his Levi's.

Cindy felt so hot, so daring. She wanted to do everything at once, and yet at the same time she feared the consequences.

Tightening her fingers, she unzipped his fly. He moaned as she pushed his trousers down. Her fingers trembled, hesitating.

Billy grinned sheepishly at her, reaching down and tugging his briefs down. In an instant his long hot cock shot up, brushing against her fingers.

Cindy let out a startled gasp, drawing her hand back and staring wildly at him. She was about to chicken out again when he sealed her mouth with his, tonguing her deep while rubbing his prick against her. He was unzipping her Levi's, pulling them down until they puddled around her ankles.

"Oh, no, no…" Cindy felt him rubbing his prick against the hot wet front of her panties.

He hugged her body close, his prick feeling so big.

Surely something that large couldn't fit in a tight, unplowed hole like her pussy!

Sliding one hand slowly around her hips, he smoothed his fingers down her flat tummy until he could curl them under her cuntal mound.

Cindy shivered, rising on her tiptoes. It was a freaky feeling to have a guy touching her that way. Her asshole snapped shut as Billy bumped his knees against hers. He stepped out of his pants, kicking them away.

Cindy couldn't think straight. Everything was happening so fast! She bucked against him, rubbing her cunt against his prick. She was still afraid of having him skin her panties down, especially when he pushed her onto the cot.

He was on top of her, her legs draped over the edges of the cot while her ass rubbed up and down over the stained canvas covering. She could feel the rubbing brush of his balls against her legs while his prickhead gouged against her cunt. The sloppy, slick material of her pantycrotch was pushed up into her pussy. The feeling was so good, so wonderfully good. Nothing could feel better than that.

Cindy's breathing became more and more labored.

"Oh, I wanna get in you. I wanna feel how tight and hot and wet you are inside."

His teeth were nipping at her nipple while his hand massaged her other tit. The way he thumbed her nipple while he bit into her tit-tip drove her wild.

Cindy let out a hissing groan. She tilted her cunt up, begging him to touch her pussy again.

Once more his fingers curled around the stretched elastic band of her panties.

"Wanna fuck you… wanna fuck you!"

He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her tits. He was clutching her cunt once more.

Cindy sucked in a deep breath.

He shoved down.

She could feel her panties easing down over her thighs, then he was rubbing his prick up and down her tight, wet cunt-crack now.

Cindy rolled her body slightly. The warm, tight feeling between her spread legs was driving her crazy! She knew his prick could take care of that hot, tight itch.

His cock pushed between her swollen cuntlips. Cindy slowly raised her legs from the cot, inching back her knees, while more perspiration rolled down her sides.

Billy settled down on her as if he were climbing into a saddle. His hands cupped her ass. He pushed her legs back, getting her ready for a fuck.

The sleek, steady wet friction against her cuntlips was doing something to her now. She felt the fever of a wild itching pleasure raging through her. The building, swelling tension in her heaving belly seemed to radiate out to every inch of her body.

"Oh, baby, hot pussy! Gonna get my dick in your hot pussy!"

She squirmed and wriggled her tight little cunt under him. Cindy spread her thighs farther apart so he could slide his cock along her cuntal slit again. The room was spinning around dizzyingly. She felt a hot tight, sensation intensify around her clit. She knew she would cum if they kept on like this.

Billy groaned, shoving his tongue into her ear. He was frantic, trying to get his cock inside her. His pre-cum smeared her cuntlips while she rolled around, jerking her pussyhole away from him. Her clit was glowing and throbbing as she pranced her ass against the cot. The pressure of his prickhead was hard against her hole.

He was moving his hips back and forth, his prick continually sliding against her clit until Cindy thought she would come unglued.

He moaned, angling his hips down, frying to work his cock into her pussy.

At the last minute the girl freaked, moving her hips around frantically, stimulating the boy's prick so much that his body bucked like a wild bronco against hers.

"Fuck it, Cindy! You're makin' me uhhhhhh, makin' me cum!"

A mountain of lust swelled up in her crotch. Cindy felt floods of something hot splash over her clit, triggering her climax. Letting out a low moan, she felt her tits jiggling while blasts of cum shot through her body. Her hips churned. A great, earth-shattering vibration started in her cunt, then shot out in waves through the rest of her body.

The mountain of lust in her belly exploded. Cindy thought she had died in that first second of her cum. Another monstrous wave racked her. She bucked under the ramming strokes of Billy's prick.

She blinked her eyes, rocking under the thrusts of Billy's prick. Her hearing slowly returned, the hot red blur of her climax fading like a retreated ocean wave.

It was then when she saw the big shape looming over them like a thundercloud.

Freezing, Cindy opened her mouth to let out a scream. Two hands grabbed Billy, throwing him against the workbench. Cindy's hands flew to cover the sticky, hot mess of cuntjuice and cum.

Billy looked stunned, his eyes wide as saucers. He winced, his left hand held at an awkward angle.

"Move your hands, cunt!" Jack, the massive, ugly janitor, stood there in his filthy jeans with a monkey wrench held tightly in his left hand. He was watching Cindy, then moving his gaze quickly to Billy who was recovering from his shock. When Jack tapped the rounded tip of the wrench against her toes, Billy came to life.

"No!" the boy shouted, twisting forward and heading like a charging moose toward the janitor.

With a quick move, Jack smashed the wrench into the boy's belly, doubling him over. With a sweeping second arc, the big ugly man brought the weapon down against the back of his skull.

The smashing sound sickened Cindy. She jerked up, screaming. Billy was unconscious, sprawled on the floor, his body as still as a corpse!

Cindy jerked her legs off the cot and stood up. She was panicked, her eyes wide as she began to rush toward the stairs.

But Jack, catching her by the wrist, dragged her around, his fingers bruising her flesh.

Cindy winced, pulling back. In that instant she saw the animal hunger in the janitor's eyes and knew what he wanted. Wildly the girl pulled back, sobbing and choking with terror, her feet slipping on the cold cement floor.

"Slut. Like all of 'em, nothin' but sluts waggin' your butts around. Well," he said, slobbering over her, "this time you're gonna put out, and put out right fine and hot."

"No! No!"

Cindy struggled wildly against him, her long blonde hair splashing, across her face. She stumbled over Billy's body, letting out a sharp scream. Tiring of her cries, the janitor raised the monkey wrench high above her head.

"You want the same thing your boyfriend got?" he snarled.

Cindy froze. She could already feel the hard smashing blow against her skull, the bones cracking.

Throwing the wrench to the floor, he pushed Cindy back roughly.

Tumbling back, she flew back onto the couch, her spine crashing against the wall. Trembling, she drew her knees up, covering her drooling cunt-hole with one hand while trying to bide her pink nipples from Jack.

He was pulling off his green work shirt, revealing his paunchy beer belly.

Cindy felt sick, her fingers lightening into fists and pressing against her thighs. Her asshole winked open in fear while she thought she would lose control of herself and piss onto the cot.

Jack shrugged off his shirt, revealing two arms with obscene tattoos on them. Flexing his muscles to intimidate her, he walked forward, scratching his groin as she'd seen him do so many times before in the halls.

"No, oh no! Oh no!"

He threw the shirt at her face, then knocked her legs apart with his big fist and stared right up her cunt-crack.

Cindy drew her knees tightly together back again, crawling away from the janitor. Once more she looked around for some path of escape.

Jack blocked her way, holding his big hands out, filling the room with his body before he brought one fist down hard against her right cheek.

Cindy cried out again, her head snapping to the left from the force of the blow while her body flew back against the cot. Her head throbbed dully as she struggled to fight her way through the pain and the feeling that she was going to sink into unconsciousness.

Jack was reaching down for something, coming back up and grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair in one hand. Cindy screamed, feeling the roots tearing painfully from her scalp. He was puffing her back, yanking her against the wall while bringing something soft and warm against her teeth.

It was then the teen realized he was forcing Billy's jockey shorts into her mouth. She struggled, her slender weak arms gliding up while the big janitor pushed the awful material almost down to her throat.

Cindy cried as she fought down the sour bile rising in her throat. The shorts tasted dreadful, while the pressure of being gagged hurt her pried-open jaws. He held her with one hand for a moment, stretching out one arm and grabbing a large roll of black electrician's tape.

"This'll keep you quiet for a while."

Tearing lengths of the soft tape with his teeth, the big ugly man wrapped them around her skull, fixing the gag in her mouth.

Cindy looked at him with wild, frightened eyes. She could hardly breathe! She prayed God he wouldn't hurt her any more. She felt the slippery slide of her cuntlips, juice flowing, as she watched the big man tower above her.

"Gonna finish you off… just the way that dude was trying to," he said, nodding his head in the direction of Billy's quiet body.

Cindy shook her head, her muscles bulging as she watched him fumbling with his trousers. Transfixed, she saw him open his fly.

Then Jack paused. "Get up!"

Trembling, Cindy rose from the cot, wanting to pull the gag from her mouth, but afraid to make a move. He held her wrists, puffing her reluctantly across the floor toward a darkened corner of the large basement. Her toe stubbed against something and she winced in pain. Looking down, she saw a horse in front of her.

"Get over it… now!"

The girl bit down on the gag, afraid to bend over it.

Jack was holding her by the neck now, pushing her over the top of the sawhorse until her body was bent at the waist, her head nearly touching the floor. He told her to stay that way, her tits swinging out in front of her.

Jack fumbled around behind her, then returned with something in his hands. Ropes! She started to get up, but Jack smacked her hard across the back of the head, forcing her back down.

Terrified, Cindy lay draped over the sawhorse, her heart pounding in her ears as she felt him sliding the rough hemp around her right wrist, securing it to one of the legs. Her asscheeks flexed nervously as the janitor knotted the rope in a slipknot, then moved to her other wrist and did the same. She couldn't move her arm. She felt the blood rushing to her head, making her dizzy. It was horrible lying bent-over this way, her sticky pussy crack spreading open even more as he stretched her legs out behind her and pressed her ankles against both legs of the sawhorse.

He roped her ankles, quickly throwing the lines around her feet and knotting the thick hemp so her body remained immobile.

Cindy shuddered, rubbing her thighs against the splintery wood of the sawhorse. Both her hands were stretched apart, making her shoulders ache and throb from the tension.

"Now, baby, now for the good part. You're gonna love this."