The roped schoolgirl's rape

CHAPTER FOUR

"That away, baby. Come on, move that ass, move it around and make me feel real good!"

Justin fucked his cock in faster and faster. Ginny knew his cum was about to boil out of his prick head. She could see the animal state in his eyes and knew he was going to blow his wad into her.

"Uhhhhhh!" he grunted.

Ginny was going crazy with sensation. Perspiration streaked her body as again and again Justin fucked long, low and deep into her cunt. At the last moment he slipped his right hand down, curling it until his fingertip was brushing up against her asshole.

"Noooofffffff!" she cried.

Justin managed to jab his finger up to the first joint into her ass before he came. Ginny heard the young man let out a wail. Glancing up through her long blonde lashes, she watched as he snapped his head from side to side. The veins stood out in his throat while his chest heaved mightily up and down. Oh, he was shooting. Yes, she could feel something very hot and wet and sticky spattering against her cunt walls. He was fire-hosing his jizz into her, and she loved every second of it!

Ginny knew she should have howled with pain and humiliation. Instead she was sighing with mounting lust, gasping like the gutter animal she felt herself to be. Yes, she was no better than Justin. This fucking had proven that. It had started somewhat against her will. But now he didn't have to hold her down to the couch. Justin didn't have to twist and tear at her hair. No, she wanted more and more. It was too good to stop. Her body shivered and twitched with lewd needs while her ass cheeks ground up to meet his fuck thrusts. Fucking, sucking were everything the girl wanted as Justin shot more and more of his load into her.

"Yaghghghghhhfhhfff!" she screamed through the gag.

Millions of hot, sparking needles seemed to pierce her clit as she slipped into a fit of cumming. Screaming as loudly as she could, the girl felt her cunt milking down hard on Justin's shooting prick. Again and again, her pussy cinched down, gripping and hugging that hunk of cock meat as more and more of his hot white jism sprayed into her cunt. Ginny found herself drifting on golden clouds of ecstasy while her pussy milked and snapped hard against the big stud's fucking cock.

"Uhhhhh," she moaned.

Even after Justin's prick stopped sending rope-like streamers of jizz into her pussy, the girl twisted and writhed under his body. Oh, yes, she loved that feeling, loved the sensation of having her cunt filled, really filled by his hot cock.

"Baby, baby, that was one fuckin' good lay. Man, that was fuckin' A, Ginny, real fuckin' A," Justin sighed.

The girl lay there quietly, her arms hanging limply down from the couch. She felt the hot weight of his body against hers, the muscles pressing the air from her lungs. It was all so good, so very, good! It was only when she heard shuffling outside the door that the teen realized both of them were in an extremely compromising position.

"Justin. The bell! Oh, God!"

"Fuck!"

Ginny was still fighting off the glow that made movement almost painful. Justin had pulled from her cunt quickly, streams of his cum oozing from her pussy slit. How she wanted just to lay there with him, to continue feeling his prick stretching her cunt walls apart. But there was no time. She could hear laughter outside in the hall. Even though they were deep in the bowels of the school, surely the coach or some members of the team would be nearby. All they had to do was be seen sneaking from the office and word would be all over school. Pulling her panties from her mouth, Ginny stood up shakily. They were so damp. She couldn't put them on.

"Come on, man. Somebody's gonna come in and find us," Justin said.

Ginny thought of the horrified look on her mother's face if she were to learn the truth, and she dressed frenziedly. Somehow she'd managed to slip on her bra, then get into her skirt and blouse without falling onto the floor. As she sat on the edge of the couch, sliding her feet into the sandals, Justin tucked his t-shirt into his Levi's, bending down and picking up her scattered papers and books.

"My panties!" Ginny exclaimed, taking her books from Justin and heading for the door. She looked frantically around the floor, and couldn't find them.

"I'll hunt'em down. You gotta get outta here now, Ginny. I'll call you later and we can have a return-party date, okay?"

She felt weak, too weak and drained to protest. Hugging her books, she staggered to the door.

"You okay?"

"Yes. I – ohhhh, Justin!"

Her cunt still hungered for his prick. This had been her first fuck. And now all she could think of was fucking, of having that stud's cock inside her, ramming down against her clit. But Justin was firm.

"Not now. Come on out," he said.

As insistent as he had been fucking her, he was now pushing her away. Ginny cast one longing look over her shoulder, then shuffled from the room. Hearing the door slam behind her, the girl stood in front of it for several moments, wondering what would happen now. She had done it, gone all the way. Should she tell Cindy? It was something she had to share, had to tell someone about or she'd burst.

These and other similar thoughts filled her head as she walked moodily away from the coaches' office. It was only when she reached the stairs that Ginny realized someone was staring at her.

It was that dreadful janitor, the one she and Cindy had talked about in the hall some forty-five minutes earlier. He was leaning against the handrail of the stairs, effectively blocking her way. There was no one around at the moment, and he was taking full advantage of the situation. There was a hideous grin on his face, one that made the girl feel suddenly dirty all over.

"Excuse me," she said, lowering her eyes modestly and starting for the stairs.

But the janitor didn't move. He stayed there, one leg blocking her way. Ginny could easily have jumped over and raced up the steps to safety. But she refused to play his game.

Backing away, she hugged her notebook a little tighter her eyes flaring up.

"I said excuse me. I have to get to class," Ginny said as firmly as she could.

His smile only increased, the wrinkles around his eyes becoming more pronounced like some hideous spider web layering his face. It was only now that the teen realized how repulsive this man was, like some overgrown gnome. She looked over her shoulders back at the office. If he tried anything Ginny knew she could run back to Justin and be safe.

"What's the matter? You wanna go back to your boyfriend and fuck around again. You don't wanna be nice to Gus?"

Ginny's mouth dropped open. She wasn't schooled in handling men like the janitor, and her guilt showed through easily. His grin grew more hellish, his lips pulling back and revealing his hideous tobacco-stained teeth. Ginny felt sick all over.

"You-you don't know what you're talking about," she whispered.

Gus didn't answer her. Dropping one hand to his crotch, he rubbed his fingers along the greasy khaki material. Ginny knew what he was doing. She could see the stretched material pulling tight over his prick, revealing the full length and thickness of his fuck rod.

"No!" she gasped.

Ginny shook her head, backing away from the janitor.

"If you don't let me go, I'll scream. And I don't care what you say. Ill tell everybody you tried to touch me and-and…"

Gus' face turned darker as his hand dropped from his crotch. Straightening, he moved his leg from the stairs. Above them they could hear several couples about to descend to the basement.

"You're okay now. But don't count on it anymore. Ol' Gus don't give up that easy."

Ginny rushed past him, holding her breath so she wouldn't have to smell his greasy flesh. What a terrible encounter to have right after that wonderful session with Justin. Well, she'd just ignore it. Climbing the stairs, feeling the cummy slide of her cunt lips against one another, Ginny had to grip the handrail to keep from falling on her face. More than once someone came up to her and wondered if she was all right. It was only when she saw Cindy standing by the office, talking to two other girls, that Ginny felt a little of her old strength come back. Wouldn't her friend just burst when she heard what had happened while everybody was in Mrs. Johnson's class, getting good and bored?

"What went on?" Cindy asked breathlessly, walking next to her friend. It was the last period, one that was relatively free for both girls. Ginny looked around her, then breathlessly told Cindy everything. The young brunette stopped by the water fountain, her eyes wide.

"You did it? You really – really fucked him?" she asked, lowering her voice. Her eyes glistened and her mouth dropped open.

"Oh, it was wonderful," Ginny said dreamily, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment and excitement.

"Wow! Doing that scares me… kind of," Cindy said.

Only now was Ginny terribly aware that she had no panties on. When would Justin call to give them back? And what price would he extract from her for her panties?

"Did it hurt?"

Ginny thought of the way he'd mistreated her, the slapping, the hair-pulling, the dirty words. Those were things she felt she couldn't share with Cindy.

"Kind of. But then it got all kind of dreamy and fuzzy and – and, oh, I don't know. It was so good I couldn't keep my mind straight."

Ginny was tempted to tell her friend more. But Justin's way of fucking was too wild, she thought, for most people to handle. The rub of her skirt against her pussy was starting to get her going again. Just thinking and talking about what happened last period drove up her excitement. She'd have to stop talking or God only knew what would happen.

"Well, I think I'd go nuts if someone like Justin made love to me," Cindy agreed, nodding her head.

They strolled away from the water fountain through the thinning crowd. Some of the kids were going home, talking excitedly about the Halloween dance coming up in several days. It was only when they turned the corner that Ginny let out an exclamation of surprise. It was Gus, kneeling by another fountain and muttering obscenities as he fiddled with the plumbing. Mr. Twain, the physics teacher, was standing above him, frowning at the dirty janitor while shaking his head.

"Going home, girls?"

Gus turned around, saw Ginny, then leered heavily at her before going back to his thankless job.

"Uh, yes, Mr. Twain. Goodnight," Ginny said, strolling past the men.

"Did you see the way that janitor looked at you?" Cindy whispered.

Ginny nodded as they stepped carefully down the steps in front of the school. It was starting to cloud up already, a chilly breeze blowing in from the north and stirring the leaves of the trees nearby.

"I don't wanna think about him," Ginny said, trying to affect a bored expression.

"Yeah, I guess. If someone had fucked, me like that, I wouldn't care about any creepy ol' janitor."

"Yeah. Oh, it was wonderful when he fingered me until I thought I was going to scream."

"Oh, wow," Cindy said, perking up as Ginny replayed what had happened between her and Justin.

"And then – well, I'd better go home," Ginny said. "My mother – I guess I feel kinda guilty and all that."

"Guess so. I wish something like that would happen to me. Justin! Boy, you sure went first-class," Cindy said enviously, as the two girls parted company at the corner.

All the way home, Ginny felt herself walking on a cloud. The slick rub of her cunt lips against one another was a continuous reminder of what had happened to her. She could almost feel Justin's hands on her, his finger up her ass, his prick fucking her cunt until she screamed through those gagging panties.

That evening Ginny could hardly read her books. Every time she opened her history book, she thought of Justin and the way he had fucked her. She had cut Mrs. Johnson's class for cock, and would have done it again. Her mother had said little when the girl hardly touched her food, commenting only on the fact that she seemed a little more pensive that evening. At nine-thirty her pink princess phone rang. Thinking it to be Cindy, Ginny closed her book with a sigh and scooted across the bed, brushing her hair from her eyes.

"Hi. It's Justin. Doing anything special tonight?"

"Justin!"

Ginny tried to calm her breathing.

"I-I didn't expect you to call. How did you know my phone number?"

"I want to see you tonight."

His voice was cocky, self-assured. Ginny squeezed the pink receiver in her damp palm and scooted back until her spine rested against the headboard. She could imagine him sitting in his bedroom, one hand between his legs as he touched his cock.

"You can't come to see me! My mother – you can't come over."

"Then you come to me," he said. "I wanna do nice things to your body again. And I've been sniffin' your panties, thinking about what nice things we did today. Remember?"

Of course, she remembered. She flushed at the thought of the two of them fucking tonight, sneaking from the house so she could have a late night rendezvous. Oh, Cindy would be furious with jealousy when she told her about this.

"I want you to come over to the school tight now. I'll be waiting. I want to kiss your tits. Gonna touch each nipple real slow. I'm gonna lick it until you start begging for more. Just like you did today. Yeah, gonna eat those pretty little tits 'til you start babbling."

Ginny blushed furiously. She panted hard, feeling dizzy as her cunt heated up under Justin's dirty words. She squirmed on the bed, her knees clenched together while that slick feeling washed over her cunt lips. Her pussy muscles, convulsed deep inside.

"No. I can't. My mom's downstairs watching TV. She'll see me if I go out. Besides, why should I come to school. Nobody's there."

"My folks are at home. I'm in the coach's office now. We were practicing late. He trusts me, gives me the keys to the outside door here. Don't have to go in through the main entrance."

She could imagine how well Justin used the coach's trust to lure girls into the room.

"I don't know."

"You could hang up. I won't call again. But then again, you won't get your panties back, and probably won't see me like this afternoon." He was laughing at her weakness. He knew what she wanted.

"Come on, baby. Gonna fuck you. Real slow is how I'll do it. It'll be just like today. Only you won't have that cherry to get in the way."

"Ohhhh, God!"

Ginny felt the hot, sweaty rub of the receiver against her ear. She couldn't say no, now. She'd been thinking about Justin all night. And now here he was, phoning her, talking dirty to her and inviting her for another fucking session. Was she becoming a nymphomaniac? Ginny pushed those uncomfortable questions from her mind. All she knew was that her cunt was hot and Justin could put out that aching fire.

"I'll be there," he said.

The phone hung up. Ginny thought she could hear Justin laughing again. Closing her book, the girl slipped on her sandals, grabbing a blue jacket, then slipping it over her shoulders. Ginny tiptoed to her door, and she cracked it open. Her mother was still downstairs. Down the hall, she could hear the steady droning of some news documentary. Biting her lower lip, Ginny closed the door, careful to turn off the light. It was an unspoken rule that her mother would never open the door once she thought her daughter had gone off to sleep. Ginny walked carefully down the hall, past the living room, where she saw the hack of her mother's head just above the long green sofa. She disappeared into the kitchen, making sure she had the keys to the back door before slipping out and carefully re-closing it. Shivering, Ginny hurried down the drive, looking about to make sure no neighbors were spying on her. Ginny's heels clattered against the concrete as she rushed down the street, onto Brand Boulevard, then across the four lanes of busy traffic, until she saw the dark shape of the school building looming in front of her. Moving along the east side, she saw the dim glow of lights from the basement athletic area. Justin was there, just like he had said he would be.

Ginny paused for a moment, her fingers pulling at the edges of her sweater. It was wrong, terribly wrong for her to sneak from her house like that. She had just lost her cherry today, and Justin bad been so rough. But there was something in the sinfulness of the thing, something exciting about the way he had overpowered her and made her obey that appealed to the girl.

Letting out a sigh, Ginny walked slowly to the outside stairs, curling her fingers around the cold metal handrail and descending the steps to the outside door. The frosted glass on the windows prevented her from seeing in. She knocked softly against the panes, inhaling sharply when she saw a shape moving behind the glass.

"It's Ginny," she whispered loudly through a crack in the door, adjusting her sweater around her neck as a breeze raised her hair from her shoulders.

There was rattling on the other side of the door. Then it opened slowly, pushing out toward her.

"Justin, I feel so weird coming here and – oh, God!"

It was Gus.