The roped schoolgirl's rape

CHAPTER ONE

"Who is that creepy guy?" Ginny Williams bugged her notebook to her tits, feeling revulsion and a slight sexual thrill race through her body. She had stopped by her locker, pressing her rounded ass against the blue metal door. Her girlfriend, Cindy Frainingham, was fishing in the top shelf of her opened locker for her history book, muttering under her breath.

"Hm? Oh, him?" Cindy's voice dropped when her eyes flashed across an older man carelessly dressed in dirty coveralls and a khaki army-style shirt. He was rattling around a small cleaning closet, casting looks at several of the girls in the high school as they breezed by.

"He's unreal," Ginny said, feeling a giggle die in her throat the minute his gaze came to rest on her. There was something in that gleam, something that made her blood chill. Ginny tightened her fingers around the notebook, drawing her knees together under her plaid skirt and curling her toes against her sandals.

"Yeah," Cindy said breathlessly, slamming her locker door hard after having found that elusive history text. "He's new. I heard Mrs. Johnson complaining about him to one of the coaches yesterday, something about the way he kept on ogling the girls."

Cindy and Ginny giggled, moving away from the lockers and keeping a safe distance from the leering man.

"Anyway, he's the new janitor. I heard he's just out of jail or something."

"Wow! And they let him work here?"

Ginny turned around and glanced over her shoulder. The janitor was pulling another pail from the small closet. He glanced up and caught her eye again. Ginny thought she could see a leering smile begin to curl his thin lips. She shuddered again, turning and quickening her pace down the red-tiled hall.

"Sounds freaky, I know," Cindy agreed. "Probably there's nothing to the story. Come on. We're gonna be late for class."

Ginny hurried behind her best friend, quickly forgetting about her unpleasant encounter with the janitor back in the hall. The two girls had just rounded another corner when Ginny found herself colliding with Justin Hartman, captain of the football squad.

Her books tumbled from her hands, skittering across the smooth floor. It was all she could do to keep her balance. Cindy was still walking ahead of her, impatiently waving her hand to hurry.

"Gosh. Sorry about this, Ginny. Here, come on, I'll help."

Ginny felt both frustration and incredible excitement. Justin Hartman, here, at her feet, bending down and picking up her things. And he'd called her by her first name! Ginny had dreamed naughty dreams about Justin lately. There were times in her bed, even in class here at Fairmount High, when Ginny would feel that electric flame burning up her thighs, strangely chilling and yet scorching her young un-fucked cunt. It was then the blonde teenager would rub her thighs against one another, trying to hide the blush spreading over her cheeks while her breathing became raspy. It was the thought of Justin, Justin with that sexy smile, those dark-brown eyes and that thick-muscled body that was doing this to her.

"You got history class with Mrs. Johnson now?" Justin asked, glancing quickly at his watch.

"Yes. And I'm going to be a little late, I guess," Ginny said hesitantly. Self-consciously the girl straightened her back and took lung-filling breaths. The crowd in the hall was thinning quickly as the kids ran for class. One or two glanced at Ginny and Justin as doors slammed loudly all up and down the corridor. Soon the two were nearly alone.

"Here. Guess you'd better get going. I've got this period free. Supposed to be studying some plays for next Thursday's game with South High."

"That sounds exciting."

Ginny didn't want to go to class. She felt that tingling sensations on the tender inner surfaces of her thighs. Ginny felt oddly giddy, weakened. Once more the teen had to force her self to keep steady, or surely Justin would suspect the effect he had on her.

"Not really. Say, you wouldn't want to cut class and help me," Justin said, his face suddenly brightening. "I need somebody to help sort out the plays. One of the guys was supposed to come but he's down with the flu or something. What do you say?"

"I-I don't know."

Ginny bit her lower lip, casting a look at the closed door far to the right. Mrs. Johnson was taking attendance now, probably wondering what on earth her student was doing. Ginny had never cut class before, although the temptation had been great for other reasons. Now Justin was asking her to help him – alone, maybe – somewhere in the school. The temptation was too great. They were just going to discuss the examination they'd taken two days ago. Ginny knew she'd passed, and passed well. Mrs. Johnson wouldn't mind that much.

"Okay. Let's go."

Justin flashed her that sexy smile again end turned, peering down the hall. There were some monitors wandering up and down the corridor. They had to avoid the teachers or risk getting caught. Justin signaled her with a wave of the hand, then rushed across the hall down a small set of stairs. Ginny followed, feeling excited, flushed. It was as if she were some criminal trying to get away with the crime of the century. And it was with Justin!

"This way."

The two teens made their way across the length of the school, descending another set of stairs until they were in the athletic area. The pungent aroma of Lysol reminded Ginny for some reason of the janitor.

"In here," he said.

The room was small and brightly lit. Justin moved about quickly, his big frame darting across the room. Ginny put her books down on a nearby chair, standing a little self-consciously after having closed the door. Justin was pulling some papers with weird drawings scribbled over the white surfaces. He did have some work for her to do. Ginny felt deflated with disappointment. She wasn't sure what she wanted, but she hadn't cut Mrs. Johnson's history class to be Justin's editor.

Justin explained what was needed, bending so closely to her that Ginny could feel his hot, panting breath against the back of her neck. Her nipples were getting hard, pressing itchy against her bra. At the same time, she could feel heat concentrating in the furry cunt crack between her shivering white legs. Again the girl moved her ass cheeks over the smooth leather surface of the chair, feeling her cunt lips rubbing against one another. Ginny's eyes swam as she stared at the stack of papers lying on her lap. Justin was still talking. She caught one or two words, enough to figure out what he was saying. But her concentration was warped while her cunt began to grow all hot and moist under Justin's sexual heat.

"And then when you've got those plays sorted out, give'em to me. I'll figure out the rest," Justin finished, casting a toothy smile at her.

Ginny nodded her head, her fingers trembling on the edges of the papers. She'd nearly dropped them when Justin traced his fingers along the nape of her neck. Oh, this wasn't going to work out too well. She shuffled the confusing papers around, trying to concentrate on her job. But all she could think of was that handsome football player sitting only a few feet away from her. There were times when she thought she could hear someone shuffling around outside the door. Looking up from her papers, she watched Justin rubbing his chin thoughtfully, his eyes studying some play or other the coach had recommended to him.

"Damn!" he cursed.

Had he locked the door? The last time he'd gotten up and leaned over her to see how she was doing, Ginny could have sworn she had heard the bolt click shut. Maybe it was her imagination. She sighed, smiled up at him, then tried to ignore the tingling sensation between her legs. It was like having a single drop of sweat trickle its way through the hairy covering of her tight little cunt. Ginny bit down on her lower lip, determined to keep her imagination in line.

The two teens worked like this for nearly ten minutes. In a bit Justin shoved the papers from him, leaning back in the small chair and folding his hands behind his head.

Ginny noticed this change in attitude and held her breath. What was going to happen? She felt her tits starting to swell. Ginny glanced down at her watch. There were thirty minutes left in the period. Then surely someone would be coming into this office. It was a miracle no one knew they were there in the first place!

"You're a pretty girl – real pretty," Justin said.

Was there something in his voice, a catch, a sudden throatiness she hadn't noticed before? Ginny curled her toes against the soles of her sandals again. In some strange way, her flesh seemed to sense the heat and excitement radiating from him. She felt a sudden glow wash over her skin while her body responded against her will. But was it against her will? Ginny was feeling things now, things she instinctively knew they were wonderful and promising. The girl lowered her eyes modestly, feeling her pussy swell.

"You know, I've been waiting to meet you for a long time," he said.

Ginny gasped. The words sent a jolt of terror mixed with hope racing through her mind.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You've always been with somebody, though. And I guess I've been busy with the game and everything," Justin admitted.

"And I've wanted to meet you. But…"

Ginny was surprised at herself at this sudden boldness. Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment and sexual arousal. Now the young blonde teen could feel those juices seeping from her cunt, dampening the crotch of her white cotton panties. Her body was seeming to melt under Justin's hot, steady gaze. She felt that tingle in her nipples increase until she wished she could take off her bra. Her cunt closed up tight under the wiry tangle of her pussy hairs, like a fist. Glancing back up, Ginny saw a wide grin break over Justin's face. One hand had slipped down over his crotch, she guessed. The girl could see some slight movement in his right arm and guessed he was playing with himself through his tight-fitting Levi's.

"Maybe – maybe I should go back – to history class and…"

Ginny made a half-hearted attempt to stand up. Justin had moved around the desk before she could gather her books, however.

"You wanna go? From the way you were acting, I thought you were gonna hang around."

"I – what do you – oh no, Justin, don't, don't do this here…"

Her books tumbled to the floor with a muffled crash. Ginny felt a double jolt crash right through her. The football player was right in front of her, the outline of his cock obvious against his faded blue jeans. He was big, very big. Ginny's eyes widened and a breath caught in her throat. She had seen pictures, of course, of guys with their pricks hard. It was all a part of the advanced course in sex education. But none of them had matched what she guessed was dangling between Justin's legs.

"You've helped me a lot, and I thought I'd give you something back for it."

His words weren't even trying to cover up what he meant. Ginny felt the room swaying around her as he moved up. In a second he was cuddling her tight against his broad chest. He squeezed her tight, her tits nestling close against him. Ginny at first tried to pull away from him, but she liked the way those iron bands of his arms made her heart beat faster and her flesh crawl with forbidden pleasure. Behind her she could hear the clock ticking away the precious seconds.

"No, please, Justin, don't…"

The words died on her lips. Justin slid his hands down her body and onto her ass. Ginny felt him gathering up the material of her plaid skirt, raising the hem up, up until the bottoms of her ass cheeks were exposed. His fingers were hot against the thin white cotton material. Justin was cupping her ass cheeks, his fingers pressing into the resilient flesh. Ginny moaned, closing her eyes and feeling a hot rush of feelings pinch her clit.

"Ginny, you want me bad, don't you? You want me, like I want you."

Ginny couldn't answer. But she no longer tried to pull away. Having her ass squeezed felt horribly good. His hands were gentle yet firm. It was only when he started hunching hard against her that she started to worry. Her body was doing funny things. Ginny felt as if someone had slipped gob of butter between her legs, just inside her pussy. It was so hot and wet down there.

The tingle between her thighs had grown more urgent now. It was becoming harder and harder for her to take a breath. Ginny pulled back, her fingers flattening out against Justin's chest while her knees were braced against Justin's. This had to stop. Ginny didn't know where it would go otherwise!

"Oh, baby."

But how her young cunt lips were aching to be touched by his ass-caressing fingers. It was a terrible thought, but one the girl couldn't resist thinking.

"Oh Justin, what if somebody walks in and…"

"Don't worry about that. The guys are out in the playing field. Coach is with 'em. Nobody's gonna come in here for a while," he said, glancing up at the clock behind them and smiling with relief.

"But – oh, I don't know…" Her mind was whirling around. "I'm scared. I haven't let a guy, you know, touch me like this and…"

He was working the panties into her ass crack now, rubbing the damp material up against the tight knot of her asshole. Ginny's eyes grew round as she felt the spicy forbidden feeling of the material pushing up into her shitter. Her knees grew weak, knocking wildly together and against Justin's. He had to let her go. This was going too far.

"I want you bad – real bad."

Her skirt came off in his hands with one move. Ginny couldn't believe it. She hadn't even felt his fingers fumbling for the zipper. He was smoothing her blouse back over her thin shoulders, working the buttons open. In a second it, too, dropped to the floor. She caught his wrist when he touched the elastic of her panties.

"No!" she gasped.

Ginny couldn't go that far, not just yet. Standing there in the office, with those horrible lights overhead, in just her bra and panties was bad enough. Justin smiled again, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Okay. We'll play it your way – for a while."

The condition made her flesh crawl. There was nothing she could do if he wanted to play things his way. He was stronger than she, and he was right. There were no sounds outside, no sign of anybody nearby she could call to if he wanted to rape her.

"Take down my pants, then," he said calmly. Ginny felt him gripping her right hand, forcing her fingers to his fly. She tightened her grip around the tab and pulled down. The sound of his fly opening sent chills racing up and down her spine. Ginny pushed the trousers down to his knees, Justin's hand's holding hers by the wrist.

"Now the shorts."

The girl tried pulling away, but Justin forced her to do it. Ginny couldn't look as she pushed his shorts down to his knees. The touch of something very hot told her his prick was free.

"Oh no, no!"

He was holding her once more, pressing his body against his. Something very hot and incredibly stiff touched the front of her cotton panties. Then she felt that hot thing slide up, up until it was way beyond the elastic band of her underwear. It was his cock, still rubbing up against the full length of her sheathed cunt while touching her belly button. And instinctively the girl knew he was going to try to shove his prick in her. Again Ginny tried pulling back, squeezing her ass cheeks together and bracing her knees against Justin's. The big football player simply held onto her, his hands now cupping her ass cheeks once more and squeezing them against one another.

"That's it. Play around. You like to play around, don'tcha?"

"No, don't, Justin! Oh, oh, I don't know what's happening to me!" she wailed.

"Just feelin' good. You're feeing real good, and so am I."

He was laughing hollowly, his body rubbing up more hotly against hers. Ginny whimpered as he walked back with her against the wall, flipping off the light switch. In a second they were plunged into near-darkness. A faint glow washed over the room. It was enough for her to see his handsome face.

"Oh, Ginny, we're gonna fuck. We're gonna fuck hard and long."

"No, I never…"

But her protests were drowned by a long, tonguing kiss.