Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals, a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain examples.
And when the innocent victims are young, the story is so much sadder . . .
Ginny Dennis is the victim of immoral people. A young teenager, Ginny finds herself caught in a web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another at the hands of some brutal men, she becomes little more than an obedient animal, catering to the whims of her captors.
CAPTIVE TEENAGER-the shocking story of an innocent woman learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Th-there. Right . . . there!" Ginny gasped, her long white legs kicking out and trembling.
The sixteen-year-old blonde worked her bare ass back and forth over the damp grass, alternately giggling and gasping as she felt the prickly blades tickle her tight little ass crack. Her big full tits jiggled like mounds of jello each time the hot teenager jerked her thighs from side to side, digging her shoulder blades into the ground and arching her back.
Ohhh, how good and hot and tight she felt when Burt touched her cunt mound! She'd never let anyone do that to her before. But the tall, thickly built high school football quarterback had been so insistent in the car. And the way he ran his fingers up and down her back, playing with the strap of her halter, made Ginny all hot and shivery. How could she say no to him? Besides, there was nothing wrong with his touching her. She wasn't going to let him stick that big thing into her virgin pussy! No, her mother had told her only bad girls let boys fuck them!
Ohhhh. How deliciously dirty that word always sounded to her. Much better than intercourse, that stupidly scientific word the teachers kept using in sex education classes. And could she teach them something tonight-all of them! The thought of her class standing in the bushes, peering through the leaves to watch Ginny's lithe body twist and writhe while Burt Roberts fingered her tight little pussy, made her giggle with pleasure.
"You like what I'm doing?" the handsome black-haired athlete asked. He'd removed his shirt but still had on his shoes and Levi's, something Ginny had made him promise before she'd unbuttoned her jeans and skinned them over her soft white thighs. He could touch her wherever he wanted, but he was supposed to keep his cock in his pants.
"Ohhhh, it's soooo good!" Ginny gasped, closing her eyes and rolling her head from side to side.
Strands of her blonde hair clung to her dampened forehead. Sweat oozing from her pores made her white flesh glisten in the full moonlight. Ginny curled her slender fingers down into the ground and tore up tufts of grass. She was so hot! She hoped Burt wouldn't take advantage of her. The shivering blonde girl wasn't sure if she could fend him off.
"I could make it better."
Ginny fought through the red fog settling over her brain and looked sharply at the big grinning athlete. Ohhh, how handsome he looked. That square heavy jaw, those high cheekbones, those gleaming teeth! Still, he wasn't going to fuck her!
"Now look here, Burt Roberts. You promised you wouldn't try any funny business when I said I'd take off my clothes," Ginny said. The teenager propped herself up on her elbows and stared angrily at him.
"Hey, don't worry. I'm not gonna do anything you don't want to," Burt said, sliding his hands up and down the insides of her thighs.
Ginny shivered again. She could feel cunt juice seeping out of her hole, slicking down her bloated labes, making her pussy hairs all wet and tangled. She rolled her eyes down and watched the athlete smooth his fingers back up to her mound. He was toying with her blonde cunt hairs now, touching her swollen pussy lips, making her whole snatch tremble with excitement. If he'd only touch her clit! How good that felt at the beginning. And now he was purposely avoiding that hot, stiff little bud.
When Burt slid his forefinger into her tight little cunt hole with a slick popping sound, squirming it around and around until it was buried up to the second joint, Ginny let out a loud gasp and sank down to the wet ground again. She dragged her legs up, bending her knees and drawing them up to her tits.
"Ginny, you're one hot little number," Burt groaned, moving one hand to his crotch to massage the fat bulge between his thick-muscled legs.
Ginny was too busy hunching up against his fucking finger to notice what was happening. It was only when she heard the sharp sound of a zipper going down that the sixteen-year-old stopped her thrashing and opened her eyes.
"What are you doing?" Ginny asked, trying to keep her voice firm as she shot up once more. Her eyes raced to his crotch just as the thick, purple head slid out from between the opened halves of Burt's jeans.
"I can't hold back, man. You think I could sit here and watch you get off on my hand without playing with myself?" the young man said, pulling the full nine inches of his cock from his pants and working his fingers up and down the huge, thickly veined shaft.
"You put that . . . thing back, you hear me? You put it back in or I'll ..." Ginny stopped talking. What could she do? They were in the middle of the country, at least thirty miles from her home in Boston. They'd parked the car in the back of an old rest stop on the interstate and hiked to this clearing, thousands of yards away. There was no one around. No one would be able to hear her screams for help. She felt her scalp crawl with excitement.
"Or you'll what?" Burt asked, sensing her helplessness. He pulled his finger out with a squishy pop, moving both hands to his jeans and shoving them down to his knees.
Ginny had never seen a man naked before. Only in those stupid sex education books did the young blonde see what a guy with a fat hard-on looked like. She tried to guess how big that was, then guessed how far it would stick up her cunt. She wondered how women could stand to have something that long and fat and hard shoved up their little holes. But yet, some of her girlfriends told her confidentially they'd been fucked real good and hard, and that there wasn't anything better in the whole world! Ginny doubted that. But she figured some day when she met the man she loved and married him, he'd be gentle with her and teach her how to take his dick. This wasn't fucking. It was rape!
"Don't you touch me, Burt Roberts," Ginny said in a quavering voice. She pulled back, scooting her bare ass over the dew-damp grass.
Burt crouched in front of her, his double row of straight white teeth gleaming in the silver moonlight. Between his legs she could see the long thick shaft being stroked slowly by his fingers.
"I've done that already, babe. Right now I wanna feel your hand on my dick," Burt said, his voice changing and becoming more authoritative.
"No," Ginny cried, gathering her legs under her ass and turning around. Where were her clothes? Oh God, she couldn't run away unless she could find her clothes.
"Looking for these?"
Hearing a sharp laugh behind her, Ginny wheeled around and saw Burt holding up her halter and jeans and panties. He dangled them playfully in front of his face, then drew him to his nose and sniffed loudly.
"You stop that! Give them to me," Ginny cried, curling her fingers into two fists and crouching down. If only she could sound more convincing.
"Sure I'll give'em to you," Burt said, his laughing disappearing. She watched with fear and excitement as the big athlete laid the clothes to one side then stood up. His jeans were still bunched together just above his knees. He looked like some kind of monstrous animal standing there in the moonlight. His big body swayed drunkenly back and forth as he worked his fingers faster and faster on his rod. Then he dropped his hands and crouched down, running for Ginny as if she were a lineman on the opposing team.
"Don't touch me!" she screamed. But it was futile. The girl let out a sharp cry as she felt Burt grab her hard, wrapping his thick hard arms around her back while sliding his legs behind hers.
He kept pushing against her, driving that fat, hot slippery cock between her legs. He was trying to work his cock into her pussy while standing up!
How horrible, how ugly!
Ginny twisted helplessly, curling her fingers back into fists and beating on his chest. Burt laughed again, then lowered his face to try kissing her.
"Don't touch me!" she screamed again, closing her eyes and twisting her face away. Jerking up one knee, the young blonde tried to hurt the athlete by hitting him in the balls. Some of her friends had told her that was the best way to calm down a guy's hots.
But Burt had second-guessed her again, twisting his groin to one side as the knee shot up. Then with one hand, he slipped his fingers under that raised thigh, tipping Ginny back and setting her off-balance. With a shuddering moan, the blonde fell back onto the ground. Burt moved on top of her, stretching her arms high above her head.
"No, leave me alone. Please, please, please leave me alone!" Ginny cried, her demanding voice changing to one of desperate pleading. She didn't want to get fucked-not this way, against her will.
"Oh, baby, you want my dick just as bad as I want your snatch. Only you're too fuckin' hung up to realize it. I'm gonna change that," Burt said. He reached down, pulling Ginny's hand down with him.
She tried pulling away but it was impossible. She felt so small, so tiny and weak next to him. Finally he pulled her fingers toward the throbbing wet head of his big cock. Ginny could feel it throbbing and twitching against her thigh. She breathed in short, shallow gasps, whimpering like a drowning kitten as she felt her pussy actually growing hotter and wetter. Her tits were driving her crazy! It was the way her hard nipples scratched across Burt's hairy chest! And that itchy ache in her nipples increased as he forced her hand closer and closer to his dickhead.
"Feel my dick, honey. Jesus, I want you to rub it up and down, just like you saw me doing," Burt groaned.
"You're awful, awful!" But the force behind those words was gone. All she could think of was that hot cock inching closer to her cunt. And then suddenly she found her fingers touching something big and hard.
"I'm gonna give you one hell of a fucking. I'm gonna make you beg for thick dick. You're gonna be so hot you'll cry when I stick my dick in you."
Those words were awful! No one had ever spoken to her like that before. She squirmed once more, trying to twist her way out of Burt's grip. But his body was on top of hers, pinning her to the ground, nearly crushing the girl. His fingers were tightly curled around her wrist while his chest and belly pinned her arm in that position. No, there was no way she could escape. Somehow she'd have to live through this!
Then suddenly Ginny felt her body melt. There was a kind of wet heat radiating from her belly to her clit. She felt her body explode wildly as her fingertips found Burt's throbbing rod.
"Yeah, real good, fuckin' A good," he sighed, closing his eyes while moving her hand up and down his silky dicktip. Ginny could feel something warm and sticky and wet covering her fingers. She knew it had to be that stuff called jizz or cum.
The girls at school told her it came out of a guy's dick like a hot gush of water! That was the stuff babies were made from. It sounded so awfully messy then. But now Ginny was starting to think that stuff might not be so bad!
"Ohhh," the girl groaned involuntarily. She didn't want Burt to see how excited she'd become.
"I told you you'd like it," he gasped, smiling through the streams of sweat streaking his face.
He told her to wrap her fingers around his cock, which she did reluctantly. The hot flesh throbbed under her light touch. Thicker streams of cum drooled out of his cockslit, wetting her fingers and making her palm slippery.
"What do I do now?" the girl whispered hotly.
She heard a girl could get a guy off by jacking her fingers up and down real fast. She played the little innocent, then started moving her fingers up and down, greedily squeezing the hot, meaty dick again and again.
"Ohhh, you got it!" Burt cried in a strangled voice. He squirmed like a snake on top of her. Her hand kept jacking up and down, pulling the loose outer skin over the steely inner dick core.
She could feel something softer and warmer hitting the knuckles of her jacking hand. It had to be his balls, those fat things containing all that spunk. The thought that jizz was so close to her cunt and her fingers made the girl shiver all over.
"Don't Burt had guessed what Ginny had in mind and pushed her hand away.
"You're not gonna get away so easy," he said, pulling her arms out in a crucifixion position, holding them tight to the ground with his fingers.
He was hunching into her. His cock had slipped lower, almost under her cunt mound. She was soaking the grass under her bouncing ass as he pumped his cock against that fur-covered crack. She could tell just where the ridged crown of his dickhead was. It was pushing between her cunt lips, trying to work its way into her drooling pussy-crack.
Ginny closed her eyes and sucked in her bottom lip under her teeth. She couldn't stop her body from playing an awful trick on her. In spite of her desire not to get fucked, Ginny realized she was actually begging Burt with her body to give her a good, hard screwing.
"Baby, you're hot for my dick," he said again as he felt the girl roll her ass up and down to increase the friction of her soppy cunt lips against his cock and balls. Her wet pussy membranes soaked him down as well.
Oh, how good something like this was, better than the best reports she'd received from her girlfriends! If only she weren't so afraid of having babies or having that first fuck hurt so much. She'd heard both from her mother as well as from her friends about that first awful time. The pain! The blood! She was pretty sure Burt didn't care how much he hurt her. He was out to satisfy his dick and what happened to her didn't matter much.
"Don't . . . hurt . . . me," she murmured. Ginny couldn't tell if he'd heard her or not. His hunching was becoming more spirited. It felt all so wet and hot in her cunt. Burt had already pushed her thighs widely apart. Now the velvety rub of his dick seemed so wonderfully good and hot.
"Baby, baby," he whispered in her ear, sticking out his tongue and drilling it into her soft canal.
Ginny shivered with pleasure, struggling under Burt's hard body, not in an attempt to get away, but to increase her mounting pleasure. The big high school athlete sensed the change in her attitude and let her arms go.
"Oh, fuck me," Ginny murmured, stiffening when she realized what she'd said. How terrific! She was begging him to do this terrible thing to her! No, that couldn't have been her voice. She was imagining it.
"I told you I'd have you beggin' for it," Burt said, raising his head and smiling down at the trembling girl.
Ginny blushed furiously, then sucked in her lower lip again and giggled. What was so terrible about this whole thing, anyway? She was old enough. God, some of her girlfriends had been doing this for years! And how good it felt to have that fat dickhead actually touching her pussy. He was going to shove it into her. He was going to fuck her, tear away her cherry and drive that fat, long cock into her cunt. Well, let him!
Ginny rolled her ass up again, this time scraping the tip of her hard clit against his dickhead. It was as if someone had ignited gasoline all over her snatch! The girl cried out, digging the back of her head into the grass while working her ass over the ground. Yes, fuck, fuck! She wanted to be fucked. She wanted this young football star to drive his cock into her like a stake, pushing that fat dickhead into the secret dark, hot wet depths of her pussy! She shuddered again, sliding her thighs back and forth again and again, moaning whenever Burt's dickhead touched one plump cunt lip, then the other.
"Jesus, baby, lie still for a second," he said in a thick voice.
But Ginny couldn't keep her body still. Her nostrils flared in heat as he fucked his hips against her. Burt was sliding down, changing the angle of his cock against her cunt. Ginny knew what he was trying to do. He'd found that shallow spot where her cunt mouth lay. He was stretching his body, pushing against it! Oh, how it was starting to hurt!
"Oh no, no, no!" the girl cried, having second thoughts about getting fucked. All those stories crashed in on her like a falling wall. For the last time the struggling blonde made a wild attempt to wiggle free.
"You're gonna get reamed and good," Burt said, biting his upper lip and breathing hard. She could feel him repositioning his body, pushing his dickhead against her pussy and hunching quickly.
"Ahhhh!" Ginny gasped. She felt the pressure in her cunt become harder. He was pushing down and forward with his hairy ass, shifting his hips from side to side. Ginny felt his cockhead work inside her snatch.
It was the first time a boy had done this to her! Oh, how many times she'd lain in bed, working her fingers in and out of her tight little hole, rocking her ass back and forth over the groaning mattress as she thought about some big stud and how she'd get fucked by him good and hard. And now it was happening to her!
"Good and tight, good and tight," he repeated over and over. As the fat cockhead slid in, Ginny's pussy lips closed tightly over it. His big long shaft was outside, bending slightly at the middle from the pressure he was exerting on it.
Burt gasped, shaking his head violently from side to side to shake the burning sweat away from his eyes. He drove more of his dickshaft into her, twisting his body around so she could feel his cock working and worming its way deeper and deeper into her gut.
Ginny gasped, her eyelids fluttering open as she let her knees sag farther and farther apart. The spongy head reamed out the tight pink virginal passage, its bulk forcing out gobs of hot thick pussy juice that oozed over her upturned ass and leaked into her butt crack.
"Yes, yes," Ginny hissed between her tightly clenched teeth. Burt was giving her quick short jerky hunches, then rolling his hips around from left to right, working his cock like a stirring spoon in her pussy, following that by hunching a little more of his prick into her.
"Good fucking. Shit, we're really fuckin'! You don't know how many times I've seen that little ass of yours prancin' up and down the hall. Fuck, how I've wanted to stick my cock in it. And now, here I am doin' it," Burt said, laughing, then quickly changing to a groan as Ginny rolled her ass in a counter rhythm, back and forth, to increase the fucking friction of cock in cunt.
The pressure in her snatch was greater and greater. There were only three inches of dick meat in her, six outside, still to go. And yet, she wanted it all inside her, trapped, throbbing and ready to blow off.
"I'm gonna fuck through your damned cherry, baby," Burt warned, gritting his teeth tightly together and hunching down hard.
Ginny cried out, then dug her fingernails into his neck as she waited for the shock of pain she'd heard so much about.
CHAPTER TWO
"Ohhh, it hurts! You're hurting me!" the girl squealed, twisting on her back and shoving her palms hard against Burt's chest. The sharp agonizing pain shot through her pussy and made her eyelids flutter open and her lower jaw slacken.
Ginny banged the balls of her feet hard against the athlete's back as she shoved her shoulders into the ground and tried desperately to get away. He was going to rip her to pieces, split her young body in two!
"Shut up and lie still!" he growled, reaching up and knocking away her hands with one giant swipe. The sixteen-year-old girl whimpered, her muscles relaxing as the pain decreased slightly. Burt had backed away slightly, rearing back on his haunches while catching his breath. Fucking this virgin was going to take more effort than he'd thought.
"Are . . . you going to let me . . . go?"
The answer to that question was another shock of pain. Burt had rolled forward again, shoving his fat dickhead back into her tunnel and forcing it hard against her battered cherry. Ginny stiffened again, twisting in the big football player's tight grip. Her brain spun around as hot and cold flashes alternately chilled and heated her body. The girl tried snapping her knees together, tearing at the young man's handsome face with her fingernails, anything to get rid of that horrible, ripping sensation inside her pussy.
"Goddamn!" Burt grunted, closing his eyes and trying to keep his face away from the screaming girl. Ginny's wailing had become a wild shriek. His fingers gouged and bruised her white soft thigh flesh. Her big tits jiggled, rolled together, then separated as Burt kept on shoving and hunching, determined to tear away her cherry.
"NOOOOOOO!"
Ginny's body stiffened, the muscles and tendons bulging out on her flesh. She trembled, a strangled gurgling sound coming from her open mouth. She looked at the sky, her eyeballs rolling up into her head. The young blonde clawed frantically at Burt's hunching back. Then suddenly she went limp as a used dishrag, sagging in the athlete's strong arms.
"Hey, you all right?" Burt whispered, sighing with relief as he felt his cockhead slice into her hot little hole. Burt twisted his thighs from left to right again, this time to drink in the full hot, wet sensation of his cock scraping along the virgin slick walls of her snatch. When he could feel his fat balls nestling in the groove between her widely splayed thighs, the young man stopped and raised his head, wondering how Ginny had been taking it.
"Ohhhhh," the girl sighed, rolling her head slowly from side to side.
"You okay?" he asked, raising one hand to trail one fingertip across her nipple. Pressing down, he watched as the nubbin stiffened and started turning a darker red.
"Ohhhh, wh-what happened?" the young girl asked, sucking in a lungful of air and blinking open her eyes. She stared up at Burt, then realized what had gone on seconds before. She could feel a pulsating hurt somewhere deep in her cunt. There was a feeling of something incredibly big and fat and hot in her pussy. She felt as if all her organs had been shoved aside by this big thing now stuffed down the throat of her cunt.
"I fucked you. You passed out when I tore off your cherry," Burt said, bending down and kissing her lightly on the forehead. He moved his lips around, kissing her on the eyelids, wetting down her ears, making her more and more excited in spite of the horror he'd just put her through.
"Oh no, no!" Ginriy wailed, twisting her head away and closing her eyes.
He'd fucked her, taken away her cherry! Oh God, she wasn't any better than those bad girls her mother kept telling her about!
"Hey, man, what's the matter? You aren't screamin' about losin' your cherry, are you?"
"Oh, what've I done. And how could you do something to me like this? What are you doing?"
Ginny stiffened again. She could feel Burt's fingers working around her stretched cunt mouth, massaging the sore membranes, working the soft flesh around her cunt lips and his snatch-splitting dick. When he moved his callused fingertips up to her clit, Ginny stiffened even more, her body trembling with fear and excitement.
What she'd done had been awful! But if it was so terrible, then why was she feeling all those wonderful sensations sparking through her hot, tight pussy?
"It'll make you feel better," Burt said, fighting back the desire to start fucking her like crazy until he shot his wad. He wanted to have her hunching back, begging for his dick again. "It won't feel so sore," he added, stroking her clit slowly in an up-and-down fashion.
"Ohhhhh," Ginny sighed, closing her eyes and breathing in and out more regularly. She felt quiet, incredibly relaxed and free. The stretched, painful sensations that had assailed her before were gone. The young woman sighed, opening her small mouth and subtly rolling her thighs from side to side.
"See, I told you you'd like it," Burt said, sensing her growing excitement.
"Ohhhh, yes, yes," Ginny moaned as he concentrated more on her clit now, pushing the small, stiff, hot sex-spindle down into the surrounding soppy flesh, then letting it pop up again. He pinched it gently, squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger, then rolling it like a pea until Ginny thought she was going to piss on the ground from her rising excitement.
With a loud grunt the young blonde rolled her ass up in the air and hunched hard against Burt's groin. The young football player knew she was ready now for the final round of her first fuck.
"Gonna fuck you real good, baby. You didn't cry when I stuck my dick in you. Maybe that's comin' later, I don't know. Right now I'm gonna plug that hole with my cock until you won't be able to walk for a week," Burt growled, feeling his excitement rising quickly.
The dirty, hard words excited Ginny even more. She sighed happily, scissoring her legs tightly around Burt's back and feeding her snatch to his fucking dick. The football player moved his hands away from the girl's pussy, grabbing her jutting thighbones as if they were saddle horns and starting to ride her steadily. Ginny pushed back, dancing her bare taut ass on the ground while rolling her body from side to side.
"Ohhhh fuck, fuuuuuck!" the girl whispered, sucking in her lower lip and biting down so hard she could taste warm salty blood.
The steady, sleek friction of Burt's dick plowing into her pussy-flesh, forcing the hot walls of her fuck hole widely apart, drove the young girl wild. There was something more consuming, more exciting happening to her than anything she'd ever felt before in her life. There was a crazy fever exploding in her cunt, a kind of insatiable itching ache that pulsated more intensely every time Burt's stiff dick rubbed her clit.
Ginny could hardly breathe. The muscles in her ass and calves ached and cramped as she struggled under the twisting weight of Burt's body. The young blonde turned her face away as she felt drops of sweat splatter on her cheeks and forehead. The still night air was filled with the groaning sounds of their fucking.
"Good?"
"Ohhhh, it's sooooooo good," she moaned, rolling her ass up, then dipping it down to increase the hot, wet friction. She groaned louder as she felt Burt's weight come fully against her clit. His hairy hard body rubbed over every square inch of her writhing body until every nerve-ending seemed to be standing up on end. The young blonde let her knees sag apart as far as she could, silently begging for more cock.
"Feel me now, baby? Feel my cock?" Burt asked, sliding his rod out of her hole.
Ginny's eyes fluttered open. Suddenly that wonderful feeling of being filled was gone. She could feel the elastic membranes of her fuck hole shrinking back together, touching one another.
"No, uhhhhmmmm, nooooo!" she wailed, squeezing her smooth buttocks together and hunching up. It was awful! Oh, how she wanted that young athlete's cock inside her again, reaming out her snatch, making her buck, twist and writhe on the ground. Above her, Ginny could hear Burt breathing irregularly, drawing in air with a whistling sound through his nostrils.
"Was gonna cum if I kept that up," he said, shaking his head violently from side to side. Ginny could feel droplets of sweat shake free from his hair and sprinkle over her hot flesh.
The thought of her having the power to make a man stop fucking because he wanted to prolong the sensation of dick in pussy meat as long as he could excited her. So, women did have some control over the situation. But how much? Ginny couldn't control the horrible, tight heat burning her pussy flesh!
"Fuck, fuck meeee!" Ginny wailed. She felt humiliated begging for that hard dick inches above her trembling bloated cunt. But God, how badly she wanted to feel his dick again!
"That's the way I like 'em-hot and beggin'," Burt said, smiling at his final conquest of the trembling blonde sixteen-year-old.
"Uhhhhrhhmm!" Ginny cried. Burt had relaxed his bulging thigh muscles, sagging down again and pushing his bloated red cockhead against her outer labes. The young blonde pushed her shoulder blades into the grass and tilted her cunt mound up, getting ready to receive the athlete's dick again.
"Jesus, yeahhh," Burt sighed, feeling Ginny's cunt lips give way to his hard cock. The blonde teenager tried to lie still, gasping in a lungful of air and shaking violently. She could feel her inner cunt lips peeling back, then puckering inward from the force of Burt's slow fucking.
"Please, please give it to me!" the young blonde wailed, rocking from side to side. Her pussy walls rumbled then clutched at the sinking hunk of cock meat.
When Burt's body shook, she tightened up her sheath still more, squeezing his dick as it sank into her body on the downstroke. She could feel the fat dickhead as it worked its way into the velvety dark pit of her pussy. Her sheath snapped shut on the hard prick as she tightened the grip of her legs around Burt's back. The second she started hunching up and down, she could feel his dick shove all the way inside her. Ginny let out a sigh of happiness, feeling the sphincter muscles in her asshole quiver then snap shut in sympathy with her cuntal muscles.
"Ohhh, baby, you're good and hot and fine," Burt whispered in one ear, opening his mouth and digging the tip of his tongue into her canal. Ginny shivered, feeling her soft white flesh pucker up into goosepimples.
"Ohhhh, noooo," Ginny moaned as she held onto Burt tighter and shoved her pussy up harder onto his big cock.
No, there couldn't be anything better than fucking. Oh, how wrong her mother and father had been when they told her only bad girls fucked before they were married. No, this was so good, so exciting, so wonderfully hot! She moved her body like a snake, feeling her hot wet flesh slide on a thickening layer of sweat against Burt's hairy body. How her nipples twitched and pulsed when they scraped against the athlete's chest! And how her entire body responded when Burt's big, callused hands smoothed over the curves of her whipping thighs, sliding around her cunt lips and toying with those stretched throbbing membranes, then smoothing down around her dancing ass cheeks and pretending to be about to violate her tight shitter! Yes, oh god, yes, she'd fuck until she couldn't walk for a week!
"Baby, I'm gonna drill my jizz into you. Fuck, I can feel it comin' outta my balls," Burt said somewhat incoherently.
Ginny knew he was spinning out of control. He was hunching irregularly, his body slamming harder and harder against her crotch until he was sliding her backward on the grass with every thrust. His dick meat was burning into her cunt flesh. A mixture of jizz and cunt juice dribbled out of her stretched hole and oozed into her tight little ass crack.
"No, oh no, not yet," the girl moaned.
But Burt couldn't hold himself back. His urgency sent chills over her body. Her pussy fitted around the broad, hairy base of Burt's dick. Inside her cunt, the sensitive, slippery tissues were stretched to the ripping point to take in his nine thick inches of fucking meat. And at the top of her bloated pussy lips, the erect stem of her clit throbbed like a bass drum, rubbed close to the cumming point by Burt's dick.
"Take it, baby," Burt cried, stiffening his body and stopping his fucking motions.
Ginny could feel the young athlete's cock suddenly twitch and dance around in her pussy. His body was still except for an occasional wiggling motion. He was cumming inside her, filling up her pussy with that white-hot cum the girls always talked about.
The blonde went wild. She was throwing her hips up, working them back and forth, rubbing her warm, moist, trembling pussy lining around his cumming prick. Her soft legs tightened harder against his body, working back and forth, forcing her cunt mound to tilt up at a steeper angle and rub her clit harder against his prick.
"Yeah, man, yeah, move that little snatch of yours," Burt growled, falling on top of her body and squeezing her white, soft flesh. He wanted to destroy her, tear her to pieces as his jizz spattered deep into sucking hot hole.
Ginny kept urging him on, hoping against hope he'd have enough cum in his balls to keep shooting his wad while she worked herself up to orgasm. She was close, oh so close. For a second the young girl thought she wouldn't make it. How horrible it would be to he there with her cunt so close to cumming and then have Burt slide his stiff rod out and tell her he was through and she could do what she wanted!
Then Ginny felt her pussy tremble and go into wild spasms. She raked her nails over Burt's back, rising quickly to a wild sexual pitch.
"Nooooo!" Ginny cried, locking herself so tightly around his shoulders that he lifted her up off the ground when he pulled back for another downstroke. "OOOOWWWW!" The power of her approaching orgasm terrified the girl. She could feel all her strength draining away as her body prepared itself for the strain of her cum.
"Fuck it out, baby! Cum, damn it!" Burt cried in wild frustration.
As Ginny felt his cock still throbbing in the tight clutch of her pussy, she felt the throbbing waves of her climax starting deep in her pussy. The slick walls shook, clutching Burt's cumming dick. The throbbing became stronger and harder, getting more violent until Ginny nearly lost consciousness from the power of her cum.
Burt lowered his face, covering her mouth with his. Spittle drooled down her chin and throat as his tongue drilled deeply into her mouth. Ginny fought back, her tongue shoving into his throat as she dug her nails into his hunching back and took the final wads of jizz into her cunt.
Then the young girl felt herself pitch over the edge. The incredible spasms shaking her cunt sent her floating high above the damp ground as her body twisted and lurched on. Each time her pussy throbbed, the girl jerked to the right, then to the left.
How wet and hot and slick with cum, pussy juice and sweat she felt as the young girl rode out her orgasm. She thought of that fat dick dancing inside her snatch, still shooting cum into her tight hole while she held hard onto him, rubbing her thighs against his thick muscled back. Oh, what a wonderful thing fucking was. All her former moral training went down the drain as Ginny felt the final waves of her orgasm slip away in the cool night air.
Slowly she relaxed her leg muscles, letting her feet slide to the sides of Burt's still hunching back and finally float to the ground. The big football player let out a long sigh, pulling up from her body slightly and shaking the sweat out of his eyes. Neither of them said a word for several minutes, each drinking in the hot, wet pleasure of their wild fuck.
"I told you I'd have you beggin' for it," Burt finally said.
"It was so good," Ginny admitted, feeling shy and a little guilty.
"You wanna do it again?" Burt asked after several more minutes of silence.
"Now?" Ginny asked incredulously.
Burt laughed. "You are a hot little mink! Shit, when I started fuckin' with you tonight, I thought you'd put up a little more resistance. But goddamn it, you're hot for cock meat like I am for pussy."
Ginny didn't like the way Burt was talking now. He was treating her almost like one of the boys, as if she were some piece of meat to pass around.
"I meant later," Ginny said, pushing her arms to either side and shoving her body up. She felt Burt's softened dick slip out of her cunt hole.
"Sure, sure, why not? I'll call you up in a couple of days. Say," Burt added after several seconds' hesitation, "you mind if I pass your name around to a bunch of guys on the football team? Shit, half the guys there'd like to bed down with a hot little number like you." Burt was resting on his side, his elbow on the ground and his hand holding his head. He toyed with his stiff dick, scratching his balls occasionally as he gave the young blonde a leering grin.
Ginny was horrified. She couldn't believe what she'd heard. They were going to pass her around like some cheap whore.
"No, NO!" Ginny cried, covering her face with both hands and fighting back tears of shame. Ohhh, fucking wasn't worth it! They were going to ruin her name, make her parents die with shame when they heard how hot and eager their "good" daughter had been in the field.
"Hey, man, I didn't mean anything by it. I just thought that since you like fucking so much, you might like it even better with a lot of guys callin' . . ."
"Don't you say anything more, Burt Roberts! You get dressed and take me home!" Ginny cried, mustering up enough strength to gather her legs under her bare ass and stand up unsteadily. She could feel some of his cum dribbling out of her hole and oozing down her legs. The young blonde shuddered with revulsion. How horrible he was to even suggest she'd like to take on the whole team!
They dressed in silence. Ginny had some trouble finding her panties, finally giving up and sliding her slacks on over her bare thighs. Her mother would never notice one pair of panties missing. Burt dressed more slowly, every now and then stopping to try to apologize for having said what he did. But Ginny didn't say a word, finally sliding into his car and keeping her eyes glued straight ahead.
"Okay, okay, damn it. I'm sorry," he said angrily, sliding into the car and slamming his door shut. "I'll call tomorrow."
"Don't you do any such thing. I never want to see you again," Ginny cried. She curled her slender fingers into two tight fists and beat them softly against her upper legs.
"All right, damn it. Have it your way," he muttered under his breath, shoving the key into the ignition and starting the car.
Ginny sank back into the seat, sighing with relief. Yes, soon she'd be safely at home, where she could forget Burt and his horrible suggestion.
CHAPTER THREE
"Ginny, if you kept your mind less on boys and more on biology, perhaps your grades would improve."
The words cut through the silent classroom like a knife. The young blonde snapped to attention, her eyes widening as her face flushed a beet red.
"I . . . I'm sorry, Mr. Martin," Ginny mumbled, shuffling her feet uneasily and fumbling with some papers on her desk. She kept her eyes lowered, trying to ignore her biology teacher's hot stare and the giggling of her girlfriends.
"Maybe you'd like to fill us in on the pollination cycle of the rose ..."
Ginny jerked her head up and stared in bewilderment at her teacher. Oh God, he was humiliating her in front of the class! He should have guessed she didn't do her homework. She'd been acting like this ever since Burt Roberts fucked her in that field three days ago. All she'd been able to think about was his body, his cock, his balls-and the wonderful way they made her feel. And she'd thrown it all away, telling Burt not to call her! But it was because he was going to write her name all over the bathroom walls or just about the same thing.
When she thought about his suggestion, Ginny felt she'd done the right thing. As much as her pussy grew hot and wet every night, as many times as she pushed her trembling, icy fingers through her matted blonde cunt hairs and felt her musky cunt meat tremble, Ginny couldn't bring herself to dial Burt's home number. Twice she'd picked up the receiver, when her mother and father were gone, and started dialing. Once she even made it past the last digit. But then shame and guilt swept over her and she hung up just as the phone started to ring.
"We're waiting, Miss Dennis."
Ginny raised her eyes and looked pleadingly at her teacher, Mr. Martin. He was a tall, thickly built individual with medium-length black hair and long sideburns that branched off into a full, well trimmed beard and moustache. Always wearing a short-sleeved shirt, he seemed to enjoy flexing his muscles when in front of the class, pressing his thighs against the table and leaning forward, making some of the girls literally pant while the boys shifted in their seats angrily. His broad style of speech always made Ginny tremble. He was almost animalistic in his manner. And yet, he was a brilliant man in his field.
"I ... I didn't get a chance to study last night, Mr. Martin," Ginny stammered, lowering her eyes. If there were a hole, the blonde sixteen-year-old would have gladly sunk into it.
"Didn't get a chance to study it, Miss Dennis?"
Ginny fliched from his sarcastic tone of voice. She hated the way he was looking at her now. There was a vicious gleam in his eye, something telling her he was interested in her more as a woman than as a student.
"Perhaps if you avoid some of the boys and devote your time to your books, you'll improve your grades in this class. Study biology my way, Miss Dennis."
Ginny raised her eyes, then dropped them again. She could feel every eye in the class focused on her. And worse, Ginny could feel Mr. Martin's searching look burn through her clothes.
Oh, God, what it was doing to her pussy!
She tried ignoring the hot, musky feeling between her legs. It was coming back, but this time right in class! At least before, Ginny had managed to keep her cunt under control until she got home. But now her fuzz-covered pussy was bursting with juice, dripping with the frothy oil. As she shifted in her seat, she could feel the silken crotch panel of her briefs peel stickily away from her bloated cunt lips. The young blonde prayed that no one could smell her.
"Yes, sir," she murmured, opening her book to the rose and casting a glance at the teacher.
Mr. Martin had begun to lecture, but still looked long and hard at her several times. Some of the girls in the class noticed and started whispering when they dared, glancing first at the handsome young teacher, then at Ginny, and winking slyly at one another.
Ginny was furious! To think she'd suddenly become the gossip of the school when only a few hours ago she was plain good old Ginny Dennis.
"Ginny, he likes you," Dora Williams, next to her, whispered from behind her book.
"Dora, you be quiet," Ginny whispered back, flashing a look at the front of the classroom. Mr. Martin was writing something on the board.
Ginny worked her thighs back and forth on the seat, feeling the subtle wet friction of her cunt lips against one another. She was getting hot, feeling sweat trickle out from under her arms, making her clothing stick uncomfortable to her flesh. Ginny knew she couldn't move too freely or she'd attract attention. But she was feeling so hot.
Oh, if only she could bring herself off without the others seeing. She thought of Mr. Martin and probably how he wanted to slide up between her legs, just like Burt. The thought of that older handsome man wiggling on top of her, sticking his cock up her tight little cunt, made Ginny shiver with excitement.
"Carrying on conversations, Ginny? I'd like to see you and Miss Williams after class."
Ginny closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Of all the people to see in this condition, it would have to be Mr. Martin. All through his lecture, the blonde teenager could only think of how hot she was and how she was going to have to hide it until she got home.
When the class bell rang, Ginny started to rise and leave with the rest of the class. Then she remembered what her teacher had said and sat back down, glancing at Dora, who looked guiltily at her.
"Both of you may come up here now," he said after the last student had left the classroom. Panic swept over Ginny as she slid from her seat and marched up, clutching her books tightly to her tits. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly. Chills swept over her body as the change of tone excited her terribly.
Ginny had never heard this soft, low voice from Mr. Martin before. It was something new, something wonderfully caressing. Ginny put one hand on the podium to steady herself.
"Miss Williams, your grades aren't all that good, either. It would be good for you to keep your mind less on Miss Dennis' affairs and more on your own. You may go now," he said, shuffling through his papers. "I want to speak to Miss Dennis for a few more minutes."
"I'll be outside," Dora said meaningfully, touching Ginny lightly on the arm before walking out and closing the door behind her.
"I think I can do something to help you pass the course. You're failing, you know."
"No!" Ginny almost shouted.
She felt herself falling into a real panic. For the first time she wondered if Burt had told anyone about what had happened that night in the field. Had he told Mr. Martin, the entire male faculty? Oh, what could be worse than having her own teachers trying to fuck her? And yet how terribly exciting this was, if this was a proposition thinly disguised!
She could feel her cunt moving as if it had a life of its own. Its full, bloated, flexible lips curled and trembled as her clit stiffened and poked to the surface. It was hard for Ginny to keep her tight little ass stiff.
"Well, it's up to you," Mr. Martin said, looking at her sharply again and shrugging his shoulders. "Apparently this is the only course you're not doing well in. It would be a shame to spoil your record and chances of getting into college." He straightened his papers and started to lay them neatly in his open briefcase.
"No, I want to go to college," Ginny said, feeling herself sinking.
"Then your performance must improve." He opened his mouth in a broad smile. His straight white teeth gleamed between his black beard and moustache. It was almost the same kind of smile Burt had flashed her in the back seat of the car when he had told her he just wanted to feel her up and not fuck her.
"Of course you do. Most young people today do. But the universities can't take everyone. Perhaps a trade school . . ."He paused for a second, placing one foot up on a desk to one side of her and hiking his pants up into his crotch. "I'll do everything I can to help you. But you've got to do some of it, yourself. If you wish, I can hire a tutor for you.
"My parents couldn't afford something like that, Mr. Martin. I'm depending on a scholarship to get into college," Ginny said softly.
"I see," he said thoughtfully, pursing his lips and rubbing his chin. Ginny rolled her eyes and glanced at his crotch. His loose fitting trousers were pulled tightly against his body. It gave the girl a glimpse of what she thought was a long, thick tight roll of dick meat pressing against the material. She looked at it for a second, wickedly wondering just how long Mr. Martin's cock was, in comparison with Burt's pussy-splitter.
"Maybe you could think some more about not failing me," Ginny said, biting her lower lip. She had to stop looking at his groin. He was going to notice and call her on it.
"I'm afraid not, Ginny. This district's known for excellence. Those who can't make it, well . . ."
Ginny wrinkled her forehead, shaking with excitement and terror. She was betraying herself.
"Then couldn't you tutor me sometime?" Her voice sounded so weak, so helpless. And she was actually propositioning him! As soon as she pronounced the words, Ginny wanted to run, screaming, from the room. God, she couldn't believe she'd said something like that. Looking back up at Mr. Martin, she saw he was pleased with what had just happened.
"Yes, I could do that. But I'm afraid it would have to be in my office after school. My schedule during the day's fairly well booked."
In his office! Alone with him! Ginny felt her brain whirling. She swayed, then snapped to attention. She had to keep her composure, at least until she could get away from him.
"Today?"
"Yes, at three-thirty. Room two-twelve. Be there, Ginny. It'll be your best chance for passing."
He followed her out like a shadow, smiling at Dora as he locked the door behind them, then walked quickly down the broad, red tiled corridor.
"Did he try anything?" Dora whispered excitedly, leaning against her best friend and looking wide-eyed at her.
"Don't be silly. I just had to get away from him," Ginny burst out, turning the corner and walking toward the girls' locker room. Gym period was next for both of them.
"The way he looked at you in class! Everybody noticed," Dora said, giggling and looking meaningfully at her friend.
"Everybody?" Ginny said, her heart sinking.
"Well, almost everybody. The guys are so dumb. Come on, what did he do to you in there?" Doris hugged her friend confidentially as they walked into the large locker room.
"He said he'd tutor me," Ginny sniffed, feeling she didn't have to tell Doris everything. The perky small brunette was her best friend. But Dora Williams had a tendency to make today's secret tomorrow's front page headlines. No, she couldn't even tell her mother about how she felt.
"Sure, sure," Doris, said, sensing Cindy wasn't going to tell her a thing. "Well, if you need somebody to talk with I'm always around." She smiled slyly at Ginny as she reached back and started unbuttoning her blouse.
All through the remainder of the school day, Ginny kept thinking about Mr. Martin. She pictured his crotch, the way his trousers had gathered there and displayed his cock. It looked like it was hard and thick, as if he were excited when she came by.
At the end of the day the blonde teenager phoned her home and told her mother she'd be late because of the tutoring.
As she approached room two-twelve Ginny hugged her books tightly to her tits. There was no one in the hall. Most of the students had gone home, and the teachers were in their lounges complaining about the day or grading papers in their offices. Ginny sucked in a deep breath and knocked loudly on the wooden door.
"Right on time, come on in," he said.
Ginny stepped in quickly, drawing her arms close to her sides as she passed the teacher's muscular body. He didn't make a move to brush against her. Maybe all this was a fantasy on her part. Maybe he didn't have any intention of fucking her. Although relieved Ginny experienced a distinct feeling of disappointment. She sat in a wooden chair to the right of Mr. Martin's swivel seat.
"We'll start with the third chapter," he said, smiling pleasantly at Ginny as she put down her books and took out some paper. The young blonde felt a sudden glow wash over her flesh as her body responded to something that might not be there. She wished she could control herself. "Now, I'm sure you're familiar with the basics of reproduction."
Ginny felt her face flush beet-red again. He was talking about fucking, about plants fucking, about animals fucking. Images of her and Burt fucking in the deserted field several nights ago flashed though her mind as Mr. Martin droned on. Her pussy swelled as she shifted position in the chair uneasily. Goosebumps covered her arms and shoulders, and her nipples stiffened and itched. Her furry cunt was generating heat.
"Are you following me so far, Ginny?" Mr. Martin asked, looking up from his lecture notes and staring hotly at the young blonde.
"Yes, sir," Ginny answered, focusing her mind on the lecture and trying to forget about how handsome and strong he was. And yet a knot of sexual tension formed between her belly and cunt.
"Good, now ..."
The lecture went on for another hour. Ginny managed to keep her mind somewhat focused on the topic, occasionally taking notes and trying not to look up at Mr. Martin's bearded face. Slowly she felt her tits lose their tingle and her cunt close up tightly in its jungle of bushy blonde cunt hair.
"Well, it seems we've covered quite a bit. I think you're coming along nicely, Ginny. At least, you've answered my questions intelligently and have taken quite a few notes. I think several more sessions like this and you'll be doing extremely well."
"Thank you," Ginny said, smiling as she started gathering up her books.
"You know, you're not my only student needing tutorial help. Burt Roberts, in one of my other classes, is coming to me as well."
Ginny felt the walls of her hot cunt buckle as she heard that bit of information. Her throat tightened and her heart pounded like a hammer. Did Burt tell him anything? Ginny was almost too faint to speak.
"It's getting late," Ginny said, glancing at the clock over Mr. Martin's head. She had to get out of the office. The teenager could feel the walls closing in on her. There was the smell of his masculinity acting as a wild perfume. Ginny couldn't resist him if he approached her now. No, she had to leave!
"I'll drive you home," he offered, starting to rise.
Ginny glanced down and swore there was an unmistakable outline of a hard long cock running down his leg. But when his trousers loosened, it was gone.
"That's all right," Ginny said, backing away and opening the door. As she stepped out the young girl realized the corridors were darker than usual. Bending down and turning around, she peered out and realized it was raining heavily and she didn't have an umbrella or a raincoat.
"Whew! Without windows in the office it's hard to tell what's going on outside. Well, young lady, I'm afraid you'll have to take my offer."
Ginny nodded her head, waiting for him to slip his books and papers into his briefcase, then slide his jacket over his broad shoulders and lock up. Ginny followed him down the corridor, answering his questions with short phrases, feeling her heart beating so loudly she thought he could hear it.
She was going to be riding in his car, alone, just like the time when Burt drove her out to the country. But the same thing wouldn't happen. Mr. Martin was a respectable teacher. He wouldn't risk losing his teaching position for a little bit of sex. Someone as handsome as he was, certainly could get any woman he wanted.
"Make a run for it. I'll go first. My car's the yellow Camaro over there," he said as they reached the rear exit of the school. Ginny peered through the rain and nodded. Mr. Martin ran first, covering his head with the briefcase, then fishing in his pocket for the keys. When he had the car started, he drove up to the doorway and Ginny ran into the rain.
"Thank you," she said breathlessly, sliding in and slamming the door hard.
"Now, where do you live?"
Ginny told him and they pulled onto the main boulevard running in front of the high school. Halfway home he pulled onto a side street, definitely not on the way to Ginny's. Her heart skipped a beat as she jerked her head around and looked fearfully at the biology teacher.
"I'm sorry, but I've got a few things to pick up at home. I'm going to a meeting tonight back at school. After I drop you off, I'll grab something to eat, then head back. You don't mind the little detour, do you?"
"No," Ginny answered nervously, hugging her body more tightly.
She felt completely helpless and terrified. He was going to rape her. Something inside her told her he was planning all of this, purposely taking her out of the way to his home where he could do what he wanted to her. And yet, what if she were wrong? If she started making a scene for nothing, she'd look like a fool.
"Here we are," he said, pulling into a wide drive leading behind a two-story wooden frame house near the edge of Brookline. "Come on in. No sense in waiting for me out here in a cold car. " He picked up his briefcase and opened the door. Ginny found herself running through the rain up to the back porch, and finally into the house. It felt good to be back in a warm building. "Make yourself at home. I'll be back in a second."
Ginny laid her books on the kitchen table. She turned around and watched the rain pelting the windows. How weird it felt to be in the house of one of her teachers. The girls all around her would die of envy if they knew what had happened so far! And how differently he was acting toward her now. The formality was gone. All the classroom business seemed to be left behind in his office. He was easygoing, almost friendly toward her. It was dangerous.
Ginny told herself she'd have to be on guard. Still, her flesh crawled with excitement. She had to smooth one hand over her arms to drive down the goosepimples.
The sound of Mr. Martin returning brought her back to reality. She turned around, gathering her books up.
"Why don't you stay here for a while and get comfortable, Ginny?"
The blonde's eyes widened, and she dropped her books to the floor. Mr. Martin had pulled off his shirt and shoes. He was standing in the doorway, his thick-muscled arms folded across his bare, hairy chest. That thick outline of a hard dick was far more noticeable than before!
Ginny's worst fears had been confirmed.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Well, just don't stand there. You can call me Paul," he said, his sensuous thick lips peeling back and revealing his white teeth in a broad, sly smile.
Ginny couldn't talk. She felt her throat tighten and go dry. Her books and papers lay scattered around her feet. She stared wide-eyed at the big man, wondering what he'd do next.
"Burt ..." she began.
"He's a bright boy, but extremely talkative," he said meaningfully, straightening up and starting toward Ginny. The girl let out a frightened little gasp and backed away. He stopped, putting out his hands to brace his body against the kitchen table. "Please . . ."
"He told me you cried when he fucked you. Is that true, Ginny? I told him that isn't biologically feasible. Most women don't do that sort of thing. Oh, they cry out . . . but crying?"
His words were incredible! How could he be talking so filthily to her! She watched him like a cornered animal, her nostrils flaring, her flesh crawling with terror. He was going to hurt her!
"There's nothing to be worried about. I've seen you watching my crotch, Ginny. I've watched you staring at me, wondering what kind of cock I have. I'll bet you've been wondering if I'm longer or thicker or harder than Burt," Paul said, reaching down and rubbing his dick sensuously. Ginny's eyes raced down and watched as the outline became more pronounced, actually throbbing to his touch.
"No, that isn't true," she protested unconvincingly. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes.
"Of course it is," he said, suddenly moving around the table to catch her.
"Let me alone, leave me alone!" the girl wailed, twisting helplessly. His fingers curled hard around her wrists, bruising her flesh, threatening to break her bones. Ginny winced under the pain, looking up at the big teacher pleadingly.
"I won't hurt you . . . much," he said, twisting his lips up in a sneer.
He was so big, so dark, so powerful. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, causing her to melt into a lush puddle of sexuality. Yes, he could do anything he wanted with her. She would let him fuck her, beat her-anything! The young blonde let her head fall back as he drew her tightly to his body. She could feel his hands roaming freely around her body, feel his crotch rubbing against hers as his hands slid down to her ass and squeezed those firm taut buttocks.
"Ohhhhh," Ginny gasped. How her body was betraying her! She'd told herself she wouldn't do this horrible thing. And yet there she was, encouraging him.
"Come on upstairs," he said, bending down to gather the trembling teenager into his arms.
Ginny sighed, slipping her thin white arms around his neck and closing her eyes tightly as they moved through the darkened living room, up the stairs and past several rooms to the main bedroom. Ginny could feel him laying her down. Staring heavy-lidded at the big man, she watched him pull off his socks, then hook his fingers into the tops of his trousers. He stared at her, his eyes glowing like two dark coals. Then he reached down and pulled his fly open.
Ginny watched in horrified fascination, feeling the hollows and slick folds of her pussy meat knot up in cramps of sexual excitement. Thick, bubbling fuck-oil oozed from her pussy crack, wetting the crotch panel of her panties even more than before.
The halves of his trousers opened, and a long, thick, heavily veined dick tumbled out, followed by a set of the fattest, heaviest balls she'd ever seen. Then Ginny almost giggled. Of course she'd only seen one set, really-Burt's.
"Like what you see?" Paul asked, pushing down his trousers until they gathered just below his knees.
"Horrible," Ginny murmured, rubbing her legs together to feel the subtle friction of her cunt lips moving back and forth against her clit. Ohh, this was terrible. She was acting like a whore, like some of the bad girls she disapproved of so much at school. And yet, how could she stop herself? She was so hot and wanting Paul Martin on top of her, digging his cock into her cunt meat!
And then he was on top of her. Ginny sighed as she felt her body being pressed into the mattress and felt Paul's warm weight crushing her. He was kissing her, making her gasp and cry out. She could feel his big, strong-fingered hands unfastening the buttons of her dress. The young blonde sucked on his tongue, drawing the hot wet spittle down her throat.
How wonderful it all felt! She was twisting on the bed, making the springs squeak and groan. Her whole body was melting, flowing into her hot pussy. The scratchy thick hairs on his chest scraped her tits. Somehow Paul had managed to pull her dress off, skinning it down her legs and throwing it to the floor. She lay there, dressed only in her halter and panties.
"You're wet, really wet down there," Paul said, sliding one hand between their hunching bodies, pushing it down until Ginny could feel his fingers cupping her sopping crotch. She moaned, squeezing her buttocks together and hunching up against his probing fingers. He was working the wet material into the mouth of her tight pussy, rubbing the silky material back and forth over her trembling cuntal walls, pushing it higher and higher until he was touching her clit. Ginny tightened every muscle in her body, gasping with pleasure when she felt him rub that wet crotch panel over and over her sputtering sex spindle.
"Ohhhhh," she cried.
Paul curled his fingers around the elastic waistband of her briefs and tugged them down. The blonde teenager helped, digging her shoulder blades into the mattrress and arching up her thighs. She could feel the panties skin down over her white thighs, sliding down past her knees and finally over her toes. The grooves between her toes tingled provocatively. She curled them, then pushed her knees farther apart as she rocked her body from side to side. She felt so cheap, so dirty, so wonderfully debased by this big hunk of a man. And then there was the hot, throbbing feeling of his dick pressing against her thighs. She could feel it sliding up toward her cunt mound, then backing down again.
"Good cunt," Paul whispered hoarsely. His thick fingers moved up and down her pussy, stroking the wiry blonde cunt hairs. Ohhh, how her pussy heated up under his light and exciting touch!
Ginny pulled away from the long wet kiss. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it would tear through her ribcage. Spreading her legs apart until the balls of her feet hung over the sides of the bed, she was silently inviting him to finger her naked cunt harder. His sliding, rolling fingertips moved from the top of her cunt mound to the wet, slippery area around her clit.
"Um mm mm mm!" Ginny moaned, sucking in her lower lip and biting down hard. She pressed her belly to the long thick ridge running the full length of his dick, rubbing it back and forth and watching Paul's response in a counter movement. The hands on her cunt moved again, squeezing her cunt lips together, milking the hot, rubbery edges greedily while the thumbs toyed with her clit. Ginny let out a long, soft gasp.
"You're hot . . . just as hot as Burt said you were," Paul said. Ginny stiffened for a second. Burt! She thought of the handsome young football player and wondered just how many men he'd told about their fucking spree. "Don't worry. I told him I'd get him in trouble if he told anyone else," Paul said, guessing what was on Ginny's mind.
The blonde teenager wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. But at least for the moment his words were soothing.
"Ohhhhh," Ginny sighed with relief, letting her belly relax against the glowing heat of his stiff cock. The young teenager could feel something wet and sticky on her flesh. It had to be cum-hot, sticky jizz flowing out of his piss-slit. Ginny had learned a man leaked plenty of the stuff when he was excited. Paul must be terribly excited. Already she could feel the stickiness of his jizz on her flesh.
"Love it, baby. You always looked like a hot little bitch. But shit, the way you move . . . !"
Ginny was surprised at first at such horrible words coming from Paul Martin's mouth. He was a teacher, someone all the kids in class looked up to. But right now he was her lover, a strong, virile man pinning her to the mattress with his firm body. The young girl wedged her fingers between their waists, then pulled her hand back up.
"My tits, my tits," Ginny moaned. How awful it was to say something like that to your teacher. But ohhh, how she wanted him to rub his fingers over them, tweak her hard little nipples until he had her moaning for more.
"Hurt, baby? They feel hot?" Paul murmured in her ear, biting the lobe as he moved his hands from her damp, warm pussy up her belly, higher to her chest, until Ginny could feel him unfastening the bra clasp behind her, then sliding the loosened cups off her tits. "Fuck, feel those tits," Paul whispered to himself, squeezing his fingers into the soft, resilient flesh.
Ginny moaned when Paul Martin creased her nipples with his thumbnails, the sharp pressure making her snap her legs even farther apart, then hunch Up against his groin.
"Great tits, beautiful tits," Paul whispered, moving his fingers around and finally pinching her nipples hard as he dug the tip of his tongue into her ear.
She snapped her head from side to side, arching her body in the grip of his big thighs. Paul increased the pressure on her nipples, squeezing and rolling them between his fingers until he had the girl gasping with pain and pleasure.
Sliding down slightly while hunching his cock against her thighs, Paul started licking her titties, bathing them with spit. Then he lowered his mouth onto the hard titty tips, sucking as hard as he could, massaging the surrounding flesh with his fingers.
The result was electrifying. Ginny rolled her body as much as she could, hunching up against Paul, crying out wildly between her clenched teeth as she raked his back with her fingernails. He sucked so hard, Ginny thought he was going to draw milk. She gasped for air, closing her eyes and hanging desperately onto him.
Then Paul slid farther down, letting go of her nipple with a squishy popping sound. Ginny moaned, her body shivering with wild excitement. It was as if someone had touched her flesh with a live electric wire. The cords in her neck stood out and strands of her blond hair clung to her cheeks and forehead. A string of drool oozed from one corner of her mouth as Paul licked her, sucking on her white flesh, leaving a trail of spittle along her belly.
Ginny cried out again and again for him to stop doing that to her, although she would have rather died than have him quit. The light ticklish sensation of his wiry beard being dragged across her smooth white flesh drove her crazy.
And then he was holding her tightly by her jutting thigh bones, digging his fingers into her ass cheeks, softly blowing through her thicket of pussy hairs. She could feel her cunt mound vibrating, her cunt lips winking open from sexual heat, then snapping shut on nothing. He lowered his head, twisting it around and lightly touching her thighs with his lips. She could feel his moustache and beard tickling her hot flesh, just below her cunt lips. Ginny cried out, biting down hard and hunching up against nothing. But Paul kept her firmly pressed into the bed, enjoying this wild tantalizing that was turning the blonde teenager into a wild woman.
"Huhhhrrrr! Huhhhrrr!" Ginny groaned, digging the back of her head into the pillow behind her. She was incoherent now, dragging her legs over the wrinkled top sheet. Her thunderous tits rolled together as Paul toyed with her frazzled cunt hairs, touching their curled tops with his tongue and moving them back and forth as he smoothed his fingers over the insides of her thighs once more. When he felt Ginny was ready, Paul dropped his face.
Ginny exploded! She could feel his hot wet tongue licking her fat cunt lips. It frightened her at first to have a man touching her like that. To think someone like Mr. Martin had totally stripped her, bedded her and was now sucking on her cunt!
"Ohhhhh, huuhhhrrrr!" The blonde teenager found herself shoving up to him, shoving her hot little pussy hard into his mouth.
Paul Martin needed little encouragement. As Ginny blew apart he shoved his tongue up higher and higher, pushing his face in until his nose was touching her clit. His tongue scraped the narrow hot passage, lapping up the girl's drooling pussy juice. He licked her raw, sucking hard, swallowing the bleachy tasting cunt juice, then silently begging for more.
Ginny dug her shoulders into the mattress and shoved up harder, rocking her thighs as she felt herself being cleaned out by his tongue. As the girl gasped and moaned and twisted under him, Paul tried another tactic. Ginny could feel him working one thumb under her cunt mound, rubbing its callused tip into her tight ass crack until he had it positioned just above her shitter. Ginny cried out, blinking open her eyes and twisting her ass away.
No, she couldn't let him touch her there! Oh, that was too much to ask of her now!
When Ginny started to hunch back, Paul snarled and stopped eating her, moving his thumb away from her ass.
"You're hot for it now!"
Ginny knew what "it" was. Mr. Martin was going to fuck her! It was what Dora had implied would happen. If only her best friend could see her now, pinned to the bed with the handsome, muscular Paul Martin positioning himself on top of her squirming body for a hard fuck!
Ginny could feel more juice seeping from her pussy. Paul rolled his hips up, his cock poised at the top of Ginny's cunt mound. His hands moved up, clamping down hard on her shoulders and pinning her to the mattress. The knob of his cock pressed right over her clit. The blonde sixteen-year-old sighed, feeling the electric charge of sexual tension seeping from that hard little clit to all parts of her body.
She rocked her ass cheeks from side to side, feeling his dickhead rub first against one cunt lip and then the other. The rocking motion rubbed her clit against the surrounding flesh, and finally against Pauls bulbous dickhead. Paul groaned, twisting his head around and burying his face in the nape of her neck. She could feel his thick lips latching onto her, sucking hard on her flesh.
"Uhhhhh," she moaned low and loud. Ginny wanted that cock in her. A wild all-consuming sexual fever dried up any thought of propriety or morality. She needed that warmth, that hard, stiff dick reaming out her young pussy. The girl shifted her position slightly, centering her pussy hole under his dickhead.
"Get ready, baby," Paul warned. He grunted, then hunched forward and down. With a greasy slide, the wide flaring head of his cock slipped past the tense, eager ring of her cunt mouth.
"Ohhhhhh!" the girl cried out, feeling herself melting even more than before.
The amazing size of his cock pushed her cunt walls farther apart than Burt's had. Yes, Mr. Martin was bigger than Burt and even harder! But as important as that was, what was even more important was his wild, animal-like technique. How uninhibited he was, making her fuck back like an experienced whore!
Ginny felt his prick go in farther. The knob was just past the most sensitive part of her cunt. The ridge was exciting her sparking nerve-ending. She squeezed her cunt muscles, milking him without moving her hips. Paul groaned, then covered her mouth with his. Ginny felt his tongue scraping past her front teeth, fluttering excitingly inside her mouth. She drank the spitttle happily, feeling the rising heat in her cunt. The young blonde started moving again. She arched her back as Paul pulled his cock out until the ridge around the head tugged at her cunt mouth. Each time Ginny curled her back and tried to swallow up more prick with her cunt, the teacher thrust his cock down until their hipbones ground together.
Ginny forgot about her parents, her friends, her religious training. All she could think about was that hard, stiff dick reaming out her pussy, sinking deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"Fuck, fuck ..." Ginny swivelled around, pressing her ass hard against the mattress, then raising it to hunch more of her pussy onto Paul's driving cock.
Every time Ginny curled forward, sliding onto Paul's cock with a fury surprising them both, she was surprised to find more cock. Oh God, just how long was he? In the darkened bedroom, Ginny hadn't accurately assessed that fact.
"Jesus!" Paul exclaimed as he dug his fingers into her buttocks, forcing her rolling thighs to take the heavy fucking rhythm of his prick.
Ginny could hear herself crying out. She ground her clit against him, loving the sensation of the stretching in her pussy. The steady fucking beat of Paul's dickhead in her cunt was driving her closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.
"Cumming!" Ginny couldn't keep herself from toppling over the brink.
"Me, too, baby. Me, too," Paul groaned.
Ginny was dripping with sweat. She was all the way on his cock now. She moved her ass around in frantic little circles, feeling his cock stirring inside her like a big spoon. The mass of tension in her belly was swelling like a balloon. She flexed her ass cheeks and hunched up again, then relaxed them as Paul started fucking her like a wild man.
"OHHHHH!" Ginny cried. The insides of her thighs chilled, then burned as her cunt juice dribbled out, running from her stretched cunt hole and dripping onto his swinging balls. The young blonde tossed her hips with a wild vengeance. She could feel the simmering heat in her cunt frying Paul's sinking cock. Her whole belly seemed to bulge with his cock meat, swelling up with excitement. She grunted, ramming her cunt onto the rock-hard bar of cock.
And then Ginny felt herself exploding. Her mind blew apart into a million brightly colored pieces. She sobbed and thrashed, her flailing hands striking the big teacher as catastrophic waves of orgasm ripped through her cunt and made every muscle in her body spasm. She kicked out her legs, biting and clawing at Paul's shoulders and neck.
"AHHHHHRRRHHG!" Paul cried. Massive spurts of cum scalded Ginny's spasming cunt walls.
She could feel her snatch gripping his cock at least three times for every wad of jizz shooting from his pulsating cockhead. She felt she was all cunt, wet and hot and clenching, moving her pussy around lewdly as it sucked his dick for more cum. She lost track of everything around her except Paul's hard body and his driving dick. Her head snapped to the side as her tits jiggled like pudding.
Even when Paul's cum faded and he breathed more regularly, her climax went on and on. Oh, how disappointing it was to finally give up that brain-searing experience. With a tired sigh and a gasp, Ginny fell back onto the bed, fighting for breath.
"Ohhh God, what've I done?" the girl cried, covering her face in shame as guilt assailed her.
"Nothing compared to what you're going to do," Paul said, arching back and staring curiously at her.
Something in his eyes made Ginny tremble. She should have been enjoying that warmth settling over her hot, wet flesh. Instead, she found herself tensing, getting ready for some unknown terror.
CHAPTER FIVE
Nothing more happened at Mr. Martin's that evening. After making the remark that suggested he had other plans for her plans that perhaps would disgust her-Paul Martin dropped the subject.
He tried fucking her several times after resting for a half an hour. But something about the handsome big teacher started to frighten Ginny. She pushed him off, rolling her eyes toward the bedroom clock and whining that she was late.
Finally Paul tired of the game and slid his legs off the bed, gruffly telling her to get dressed and making some remark about seeing him the following day for another "study session".
That evening as Ginny lay in bed she kept thinking about the teacher's hard, hot sweaty body and how it felt crawling over hers. The girl shivered, drawing the covers more tightly about her neck as she worked her ass back and forth over the smooth pressed cotton sheet. Ohhh, how wonderful his callused hands felt as they had crawled over her body, squeezing her nipples until she thought they'd pop off, then going down her flat belly until those thick fingers were pushing through the thick matted forest of her blonde pubic curls! Ohhh, how she'd had to fight for breath when he cupped her pussy mound and squeezed it hard! How she'd tossed her ass around, breathing through her flared nostrils when she'd felt him working her bloated cunt lips together until her thighs were wet with her own juice!
"Ummmm," Ginny moaned, moving her hands down to her snatch and feeling how hot and wet she was now. Maybe she should have let Paul Martin fuck her again. But no, that would have been like becoming his mistress! What happened was an accident, something that would never happen again.
Ginny didn't know how she could face Mr. Martin the following day and thought several times of telling her mother she was ill. In the end she decided to go to school. She couldn't let her friends think something had happened between the two of them, even if it did.
Ginny sighed happily, sliding her legs back together and rocking her thighs so hard the mattress squeaked. For a second she stopped, wondering if her mother and father could hear her. But no, they were in the living room watching TV. Ginny went on jerking herself off, her juices making her fingers slippery. It was hard for her to get ahold of her clit. The young blonde squeezed her cunt muscles together, rubbing the slick folds of her pussy against her probing fingers.
She kept thinking it was Mr. Martin's cock reaming out her tight snatch mouth again. She closed her eyes and tried to picture him-handsome, sweaty and naked, towering over her, his cock sticking straight out of his hairy groin, dripping with cum. She lay stretched and spread open, hot, wet and ready for his dick!
"Ohhhh!" Ginny cried. Drool dribbled from the corners of her mouth as a hot damp sensation flooded her nipples and her toes. She began to feel her chest and belly swell, and her nipples itched and throbbed like crazy.
The subtle friction of her pussy walls rubbing together was driving her closer and closer to climax. She was whimpering, tossing her head from side to side as she jerked her knees into the air, only to let them fall back down to the bed again.
Ginny was cumming. It shot through her pussy, making the young girl jerk and twitch on the creaking bed. The sound was wet between her legs-a slick clicking of her wet membranes, the squishy, dark pink flesh rubbing together.
"Cummmm!" Ginny cried, tossing her head to one side and biting the edge of her pillow to keep from screaming too loudly. Thrilling spasms were torturing her body. Her fingers moved down, plowing into the mushy heat of her cunt. A firestorm raced through her pussy, making her cry out a series of wild, strangled sobs as her shoulders and ass pounded the mattress furiously.
Finally Ginny rolled over on her side, jerking up her knees until they pressed against her titties, rolling her ass back and forth. Dropping her lower jaw the sixteen-year-old blonde sucked in air, clenching her cunt muscles together and working her clit with her whitened knuckles as the final spasms of her orgasm drifted away.
"Ahhhhhhh," Ginny sighed, rolling back on her ass and letting her knees sag apart. She pulled her fingers out of her slackening cunt and wiped them dry on the wrinkled white topsheet.
How awful! She'd jerked herself off, something low and horrible she thought she'd cured herself of. No, she'd wait until she got married. But how good that felt, especially when thinking of somebody who'd just fucked . . .
"Oh God, how awful!" Ginny cried out loud, covering her face and burying it in the pillow. She tried driving that lewd image of Paul Martin and his cock from her mind. She tried keeping her hands away from her pussy as it heated up again, against her will. But her body had gone wild, turning into a sex-machine. Twice that evening, Ginny brought herself off, bouncing her taut little ass on the bed while thinking about her biology teacher and his fat, long, stiff cock.
The following day, Ginny tried to be her old self with Doris, joking about Mr. Martin and how she really dug him but felt he didn't even notice her. Somehow she managed to keep her composure when he passed her in the hall before class and nodded noncommittally to her. And even when Burt came up to the lunch table during fifth period and tried making conversation, Ginny managed to be polite without looking as if she had something to hide.
Still, she burned inwardly, wanting to scratch out the football player's eyes. To think he'd gone and told someone else about what had happened out there in the field! Ginny wanted to scream, but only let him know in subtle ways she wasn't interested in talking to him any more.
Sixth period was biology. Ginny went with Doris, who kept telling her Mr. Martin noticed her plenty "in that way," though the blonde assured her friend nothing had happened in the tutorial session.
That day Paul Martin started talking about animal reproduction, making references to human fucking that seemed or so Ginny thought-pointed at her. And when he sat on the edge of his desk and hiked his trousers into his crotch, Ginny could have sworn anyone could see the outline of a stiff, hard cock.
She darted a glance around the classroom. Everyone was taking notes, looking up and apparently not seeing anything unusual. Ginny blushed, wondering if she were losing her mind. She was thinking about cock all the time lately. What had happened to her? She was getting cock-happy, feeling warm and moist all the time, especially when a boy looked at her and smiled. God, was she going to always be in heat?
"Miss Dennis, are you falling asleep?"
The words pierced through the fog settling over Ginny's tired brain. She jerked back in her seat and flushed red, looking up at Paul Martin's darkly handsome face. His lips were curled up in something of a smile as he stared at her and waited for an answer. All around her, Ginny could feel sets of eyes focused on her face. It was as if everyone knew what had happened yesterday afternoon and wanted to watch the two of them interact.
"No, I . . . I'm sorry, Mr. Martin." She'd nearly said Paul. What that little slip of the tongue would have given away!
"Please pay attention. Your tutorial session last evening was good and you're improving. But that doesn't mean you can fall down on the job in class."
Good. The class seemed to accept what had happened just on its surface level. All, that is, except Doris, who looked fish-eyed at her friend.
At the end of class Mr. Martin wrote a lengthy assignment on the board, then turned around and laid the chalk carefully on his briefcase.
"Dismissed. All, that is, except Miss Dennis. Ginny, I'd like to see you."
The blonde lowered her head and gathered up her notes, trying not to notice the smirks of her friends.
"Be careful," Doris whispered. "I'll wait outside, just like yesterday."
Ginny didn't like the tone of her friend's voice. It was as if she were carrying on with the teacher and Doris was her protective confidante. Waiting until the last student left the classroom, Ginny lifted her books from the table and walked slowly toward the podium.
"About yesterday afternoon ..." he began. Ginny closed her eyes and leaned against the table. She thought she was going to faint. "Are you all right?"
"Yes . . . yes, fine, Mr. Martin," she said, breathing deeply. Ohhh, how her pussy was fluttering! She just wasn't any good in countering whatever he was going to ask of her when he was near. All her fine resolves melted like snow in the sun when she looked at him.
"I wondered if we could have another study session today," he asked, smiling openly and not indicating by word or look if he intended to go as far as he had yesterday. "Yes. I'll have to call my parents ... but yes. Here?"
"Of course."
Ginny blushed furiously. She shouldn't have said anything. Now she looked like some hot little whore who was willing to trot out her pussy at the slightest provocation.
"Room two-twelve. I'll be there," Ginny said, feeling the room closing in on her. She heard Mr. Martin say something behind her as she stepped into the cool hall. But for the moment, all Ginny wanted to do was get away.
"Are you going to see Mr. Martin?" Doris asked as they walked together to the gym.
"I have to. My grades . . ."
"Your grades can go up without having him tutor you, Ginny Dennis. You want to see him because he's going to ... do it to you . . . right?"
Ginny almost fell through the floor. Did everyone know what was going on between her and Mr. Martin? She blanched, stopping in the middle of the hall and turning toward her best friend.
"You know?" she whispered.
"I figured it out. The way you've been acting around here like a guilty criminal, it's a wonder everybody's not talking about it."
Ginny turned and started down the hall, feeling tears of shame and guilt welling up in her eyes.
"All he wants to do is fuck me, and all I want to do is fuck him," she sobbed to herself, pulling her chin up and keeping back the tears.
The thought of fucking had a wild effect on her body. She could feel her pussy lips trembling and a hot tingling starting far up in her cunt. No, she wouldn't do it again, in spite of the fact her body was begging for it. Her body was so hot, she couldn't force the memory of her two fucks out of her mind. She walked into the locker room knowing what she wanted, yet fighting off that desire.
All through gym class she ignored Doris, going through her exercises and wondering just how many other girls knew what was going on. After class she had two study halls. The poor tormented girl tried to keep her mind on her books. But it was no use. The minute she was alone, all she could think of was Burt sticking his dick into her tight cunt, or Paul Martin laying her down carefully on his bed, crawling over her and fondling her titties while he spread her knees apart with his legs and started slicing his cock into her hot wet cunt.
The more she thought about what had happened at his home the other day, the more Ginny was resolved not to go to her tutorial session.
It was with this feeling Ginny marched to room two-twelve her school and knocked on the door sharply. She'd tell Mr. Martin she didn't need any help with her studies. Then he'd leave her alone and . . .
"Come in, Ginny."
The girl felt an itching desire creeping through her cunt. Her eyes widened and hot flash rushed through her body. Her clit pushed to the top of her cunt and her pussy lips started swelling. She could see the outline of his hard dick, showing long and thick as it ran almost to the top of his low-cut trousers. Had he been playing with himself just before she walked in?
"Mr. Martin, I don't think I need these tutoring sessions any more," she started, talking in a small quivering voice. Ginny kept her gaze on the floor, afraid to look up at the big teacher's face.
"One session solved all your problems?" It was such a loaded question, Ginny didn't dare respond to it. "I think maybe you're a little nervous. Maybe I can do something to relax you."
Ginny sucked in a ragged breath. Mr. Martin had dispensed with all the niceties yesterday. Today he moved right in, walking behind her and slipping his hands over her shoulders. She felt his fingers pressing into her neck, rubbing her shoulder blades, making her close her eyes and lean back as he massaged her. She felt her nipples stiffen and her flesh crawl with a deliciously forbidden excitement.
"Ohhhh, honey, I kept thinking about you and that wild little cunt of yours all night. I jacked off maybe three times in the sheets. Shit, I wish you would've been there. What a waste!"
His words were awful! But Ginny sighed instead of ran. She was ready for fucking. Her pussy was red and puffy. Her cunt was hot and juicy, ready for the cock she'd seen pressing against the crotch of Mr. Martin's trousers earlier in class. And now she could feel Paul catching her in his strong arms behind her, pulling her tightly to his body. She swore she could feel his rod pressing into her ass.
As he held her tightly, yet gently, she could feel him hunching slowly at her, sliding his dick across the plump mounds of her ass as if he were thinking about fucking her in her shitter. She remembered how his thumb had played with that little hole, and she let out a tiny cry. Paul let her go, afraid her moans and cries might excite some interest as to what was going on in his small office.
"Let's go to my place," he said in a shaky whisper.
Ginny was about to say no-she wouldn't let herself do that again. It was wrong to fuck, and especially wrong to fuck with your own teacher!
"Yes, all right," she said, almost panting out the answer. There wouldn't be any pretext about a tutorial session tonight.
No, they were going over to his place for a fuck session. All the way to his home, Ginny stayed quiet, holding her books and thinking about what was happening to her. She should be telling him to let her out. And yet her cunt was so hot, so willing to be used for a stiff, wild fucking, the kind of fucking she knew Paul Martin was more than capable of.
They pulled into the garage and stepped out of the car, walking quickly to the house. As Paul opened the back door and tossed his briefcase into the kitchen, Ginny looked around nervously, realizing no one could possibly know who she was in this neighborhood, but still feeling uneasy about coming to this house, anyway.
"Just make yourself at home," Paul said, motioning toward the living room.
Ginny laid her books on the kitchen table as he opened his briefcase and pulled out several papers, telling her he'd be back in a few minutes. The young blonde nodded nervously, then walked into the darkened living room. She moved toward the couch, about to sit down when she realized there was someone staring at her from another chair. Ginny rose, hugging her body with both hands and breathing uneasily.
"Wh-who's there?"
"Who do you think?" a familiar voice boomed through the darkness.
She watched an arm flash through the air as a large floor lamp was switched on. It was Burt Roberts, the football player who'd ripped out her cherry with his fat dick several days ago.
"Ohhh!" Ginny could see it was a trap. He and Mr. Martin had lured her to this house where they were going to do God-only-knows-what with her. The girl's mind whirled back to the teacher's warning yesterday. "I'm leaving," Ginny cried, turning around and starting to head toward the living room door. In it suddenly appeared the thick-muscled body of Paul Martin.
"You think she's hot enough for both of us, Burt?" the young teacher asked, reaching down and rubbing his stiff dick with both hands. He'd unzipped his trousers in the kitchen and had his cock out.
Ginny's eyes raced to his crotch. Oh, she was trapped-trapped into doing whatever they wanted with her!
"Man, she's ready to do anything with anybody!" Burt said with a sneer.
"I don't want to ... I don't, I don't, I don't!" the girl wailed. She headed for the front door, trying to get ahead of Burt's reaching arms.
"Stop her! She's gonna get away!" Paul shouted.
Burt reached the door before Ginny did and stood blocking it. His legs and arms were spread widely apart. Then he dropped his arms and pulled out his cock, shoving his pants down and stepping out of them. Ginny watched as his dickhead bobbed up and down.
"You want us bad, don't you, Ginny? Mr. Martin told me all about how you fucked him last night. You couldn't wait to come back here and get fucked again. And all day today you kept avoiding me like you were some kind of virgin."
"She acts like a virgin. Her pussy's good and tight, but somebody got her cherry," Paul said, looking at the student and winking slyly.
Ginny felt like the butt of an obscene joke.
"Nooooo!" she wailed, lurching again. Burt caught her by the wrist and twisted it, making her fall to her knees on the floor. The pain made the girl's jaw slacken and her eyes bug out.
"Don't hurt her . . . yet. We've got a lot to put her through," Paul said as Burt kept up his twisting of Ginny's wrist.
The young blonde cried out, moans finally dying away as the pressure on her wrist relaxed. He'd nearly broken her arm with that move! She pulled her arm away. Rubbing her hands against her thighs and looking up at the two men with their dicks sticking out from their groins, Ginny knew she was trapped for sure. All she could do was bide her time and hope for a quick end to their little game.
"Take off your clothes, baby, or I'll rip them off for you," Burt said in a hard tone of voice.
Ginny started to undress. When she pulled off her blouse and started working on her bra, Burt said she was too slow. She felt a sharp tugging on her skirt. Before she knew what was going on, she felt herself being stripped by both men. In seconds she was naked except for her frilly silk panties, still clinging to her narrow hips.
CHAPTER SIX
Both men were feeling her off. For a few minutes, the two of them wedged the nearly naked girl between them, stripping off what remaining clothes they had on and hunching at her.
She moaned, trying to pretend she was unreceptive to their fucking motions. But her pussy temperature was going up. When Burt shoved a hand between her legs, then slid it up to her cunt to feel all the thick wet warm juice oozing from her slit, Ginny knew all pretending was over. The sensation of Burt's fingers crawling around the insides of her thighs as Paul Martin's dick prodded her ass made her twist with excitement. No, she didn't want to get away any more.
Two studs-two big dicked studs were going to fuck her, maybe at the same time. The thought of having two cocks sliding in and out of her terrified the girl as well as excited her. She could only think of her asshole as being the logical place for such a double fuck. It would kill her to have a dick rammed up there.
"Let's take her downstairs, man. I wanna see her in action with Mike," Burt said.
"Who . . . who's Mike?" Ginny stammered.
Neither man would answer. Paul Martin nodded, rubbing his dick against the girl's ass. He took her by the hand and led her back to the kitchen.
"No, no!" Ginny cried, pulling back. She spread her legs apart and hunched back her ass, yanked her arms, tossed her head from side to side, dug her feet into the thick carpeting-anything to keep from going down with them. They were planning something horrible-something other than fucking. She could see that in their eyes. Their cocks were hard, but hard for something other than fucking her in the cunt. And they were going to take her in the basement, not upstairs to Paul Martin's bedroom.
"Come ON!" Paul said, reaching back to help his student.
"NO!" Ginny screamed, successfully pulling one hand free and scratching Paul's face.
"Damn her!" he shouted, jerking one hand up to his cheek. A trickle of blood oozed from the small wound inflicted by the struggling girl. "Little bitch," he hissed, raising one hand.
Ginny flinched, but she was too slow for the flying fist. She could see the hand coming at her like a hammer. There was a dull thudding sensation, then everything went black.
When she awoke she felt something warm and wet on her face. The girl giggled, reaching up and trying to push away the strangely pleasant sensation. When she opened her eyes and turned her head she saw a large black Doberman towering over her.
"OH!" Ginny cried, flinching away from the animal. Then she felt something hard, cold and scratchy scraping the soft flesh of her back.
She was on the cold concrete basement floor,, propped up against cement block wall. Her legs were spread apart. To one side stood an adult Doberman Pincer with a black studded collar around his thick neck. Two bright warehouse lamps dangled from the wooden rafters, poorly illuminating the large basement. The temperature was warm, yet Ginny felt chilled.
The dog backed away when the young girl fully regained consciousness. At first Ginny couldn't see anyone else around, and she thought of escaping. Movement just behind the large furnace told her Burt, Paul or both of them were down here. She hugged her tits protectively again, watching the shadows move in the other part of the basement and wondering what horrors they'd planned for her.
"Hey, she's awake, man!" Burt said.
"Good," Paul said, walking out from behind the furnace. In his hands he had a pair of cuffs. "Maybe she'd like to wear these. It'd keep her down here until we're ready to let her go."
"I'll tell everyone on you," Ginny said childishly.
"I don't think you will, especially when you get a load of the pictures we're going to take of you," Paul said, nodding at his accomplice.
Ginny looked past Paul's shoulder and saw the young athlete coming out with a Polaroid camera. She shivered with revulsion.
"The team's gonna love gettin' plenty of these pictures. Besides, we can make a fortune selling them to all sorts of places-porno shops, distributors, man, you're gonna be famous!"
Ginny wrinkled her forehead and looked with horror at the two men. They were going to make her some kind of smut star, and against her will. No, she wouldn't let them abuse her like that.
"I won't," she said petulantly, starting to scramble to her feet. A sharp bark, followed by a deep-throated growl, put an end to any idea of escaping.
"Mike doesn't appreciate anyone leaving before her appointed time," Paul said, sneering at the girl, then motioning with one hand toward Burt to start taking photos. The flash temporarily blinded Ginny. The girl raised her arms and tried covering her eyes. Then she felt something wet on belly. Oh God, it was the dog!
"No, get away!" she cried. Raising one hand she arched her arm in a wide blow. But the dog was fast, jumping back. He came back, sliding his nose between her moving thighs and bumping the underside of her pussy mound. When Ginny tried to knock him away again, jerking up her legs to kick the Doberman in the snout, Paul ordered her not to make a move.
He was going to photograph her with the dog. She could sit there and take it, or he'd knock her around and take the shots anyway. In the end she'd lay there unable to do anything to counter their moves.
"Ohhhh!" the girl moaned, closing her eyes and thinking about how sure she'd been of herself. Sure, she was old enough to know what she was doing. Nobody could tell her anything. And now she was trapped in the basement of her teacher's house, posing for dirty pictures and getting herself licked off by an animal! She felt fouled, dirty-unbelievably obscene and filthy!
"That's it, baby, that's it, Ginny, just let the dog do what he wants to," Paul said, moving up to his student, who aimed the lens at the girl and Mike. Reaching down, he stroked his stiff cock as he kept an eye on what was happening some five feet in front of him. "She's gonna get hot with the dog. You can bet on that. She's the type to start kicking at the beginning and then get right into the action later."
"Don't I know it. Remember, I tapped her cherry first," the athlete said, grinning at his teacher. He turned back and flashed another shot of the girl and the Doberman.
Ginny felt awful. She could feel the animal licking the area just behind her knee. He was toying with her, toying like a human lover. But she couldn't be thinking things like that. She had to think of something besides what has happening to her.
Ginny tried desperately to form pictures of her family in her mind, of anything except of Burt, Paul and their dog, Mike. But then there was the Doberman's flat, cold black nose pushing hotly against her cunt mound. She could feel the sheer nylon of her crotch panel being pressed up between her labes. And God, oh God, she was actually responding to it! She could feel her cunt lips swelling up, getting hot, slick and wet. It was everything they'd been doing upstairs-that and the expectation she'd be fucked by Paul Martin, only to discover he had other plans for her.
No, it couldn't be because she'd turned on to a new way of fucking! Impossible!
"Ohhhh!" Why was she shaking so much? Why did she feel all the strength being sapped from her body? Ginny found herself panting like an animal.
Ohhh, she was so bad, so evil to be responding to the Doberman's affection like this.
She could feel a swelling ball of sexual excitement in her belly. Her titties rolled together, her nipples becoming stiff and twitching. She worked her ass against the concrete floor, feeling the hard surface heating up and getting wet under her buttocks. Mike pushed her trembling thighs farther apart with his large head, licking her legs, her belly, her hips with his rough, wet tongue. Ginny felt the material of her panties quickly soaked through with his doggie spit.
It was horrible! She should be screaming, twisting, trying to get away from this big, terrible dog. But why was she hunching back at his tongue? She was hoping in her heart he'd find a way to peel back the silken crotch panel by himself without her having to skin off her panties.
"Horrible, horrible," the girl gasped, her words sounding so false.
She could smell herself now. Looking up guiltily, Ginny knew the men could also smell the musky odor of her evaporating cunt juice. She could hear Mike growling between her legs. He was twisting his head around, laving her thighs with his tongue, pushing the nylon into her cuntal crack.
"Shit, you're right, Mr. Martin. She's really gettin' it on!"
His words brought the young woman to for a while.
"Nooooo!" Ginny wailed. She twisted her body, managing somehow to get onto her knees. Every movement was so slow, so difficult. Her titties hung from her chest, the sensation of that swinging weight exciting her even more. She had to get away. Blindly the girl stumbled forward, crawling like a dazed animal. The men laughed, backing away and taking shots of her as the dog pursued her across the concrete floor.
Mike went right back to her cunt, shoving his snout forward again. The animal managed to stick his tongue past the elastic legband of her panties this time. The sudden scalding pressure of his tongue as it peeled her cunt lips apart brought her to near collapse. She could feel the soaked nylon being pushed aside. Mike growled low in his powerful throat and braced his paws on the floor as he licked up the flowing juice leaking freely from her slit.
"No, oh God, please, no!" Ginny cried, falling to one side. She curled up her legs and lay in a fetal position, sobbing to herself as she heard the dog prancing around her, whimpering through his flared nostrils, wondering now how he could get at her pussy.
"Over!"
Paul placed his left foot on her shoulder and shoved down hard, rolling her back onto her ass.
Before Ginny could escape, Mike was back. She couldn't pull away from him, couldn't make him stop licking her. He was licking her clit now, keeping the wet, stretched nylon away from her slit.
"No, get back, get back," she cried weakly, trying to hit the animal. But it was no use. She could feel the animal's tongue exploring higher along the insides of her thighs. It felt so marvelously wicked! Why, if it was so revolting, was she so excited? Ginny rolled her ass on the floor, tempted to touch her cunt. And yet, something told her not to. She couldn't do that in front of these men. "No, oh God, don't do that, ohhh ..." Ginny could feel him trying to fuck her with his tongue again. Unbelievably, the girl found herself moving closer to him. Mike whimpered and slid the long tip of his nose from side to side. The wet hot nylon was pressed between her cunt lips. The pressure forced them wide apart. Ginny cried out, rolling her head from side to side on the floor.
This had to be a dream! She couldn't be actually doing this of her own free will.
"Man, better keep her away from the high school mascot. She'd take him on in the locker room in a sec," Burt taunted.
"Yes, yessss," Ginny hissed between her clenched teeth. Oh, God, yes, it was a dream, it had to be!
Ginny sobbed and rolled to one side. The sloppy nylon crotch panel was twisted into a small rope, falling to one side and exposing her swollen labes. The animal growled with excitement and went for her tender slick surfaces.
"Ohhhh!" Ginny cried. The animal seemed crazed. He gouged her thighs and ran his snout up and down the flooded folds of her pussy. She could see her juice was wetting the short fur around his maw. The ticklish sensation of that fur on her slick cuntal membranes was maddening. And when he started twisting his head from side to side again, actually reaming out her tight wet pussy mouth with his snout, Ginny started going crazy. She arched her back up and down, dragging her ass across the room. Putting an icy hand down to her hot wet mound, she could feel the juices oozing from her jagged pussy-slit, wetting her knuckles.
"Man, she's really goin' for it," Burt said, snapping two flash photos of the animal lapping the blonde teenager's bloated cunt lips. Paul pulled the pictures from the camera and waited impatiently for them to develop. The two others had been underexposed. Finally peeling off the top layer, he examined the results of Burt's photography and smiled with satisfaction.
"Yes, yes!" Ginny cried. She didn't want to think of what was happening to her. She knew the animal between her long white legs was licking her off. She knew she was letting him do it to her and was even getting excited by his hot, spirited lapping.
Ginny closed her eyes and tried to think of how logical it was for her reaction to be like this. After all, it was just one hot wet surface against another. What could she be expected to do, sit back calmly? And yet, the thought that a dog was licking her off, getting her excited, burned through every excuse she could muster for her feelings.
Moving her fingers down again, she felt her squishy, steamy cunt. Ohh, how good her fingers felt as they squeezed her trembling cuntal mound. And how wonderfully comforting Mike's tongue felt as it bathed across her knuckles.
Ginny moved her ass up, tilting back her pussy mound and giving the Doberman more of her cunt to eat. He sensed her willingness to play and whimpered through his nose. Now he was bathing the curved bottoms of her ass cheeks with his hot spit, lapping back into the slit of her ass, then moving back to her cunt.
"Take off your goddamned panties, you fuckin' bitch," Paul said in a low voice. He was feeling his cum rising in his dick, threatening to shoot from his cockhead. He'd almost revealed his true intentions yesterday when he came inside Ginny. During orgasm, Paul was an animal, showing his sadism.
Ginny moved her hands up to the elastic waistband of her briefs. Mike growled, rolling up his dark brown eyes and staring at her. She shivered with terror, hooking her fingers under the band and shoving it down. She could feel the spit dampened nylon sticking to her flesh. It wouldn't slide down easily. She had to raise her ass into the air, making the animal nervous again. When she pushed her knees together to slide the damp nylon over her legs, Mike opened his frothing maw and sunk his teeth into her thigh.
"Ohhhhh!" Ginny cried. Her eyelids fluttered open and her head snapped back and struck the wall. The girl's arms flew out and her knees sagged apart. She was moaning, terrified that the big black Doberman was going to rip her apart.
"Hey, you think he's getting too . . ." Burt said, frowning as he watched the animal crouch down and raise his small, powerful ass in the air. Mike was twisting his head from side to side, tugging gently at her flesh without actually piercing it with his sharp white fangs.
"Watch her reaction," Paul Martin said, laying one arm across Burt's waist to prevent the young boy from helping Ginny.
"Noo, oooh, God!" the girl cried, scooting forward in an attempt to go with the dog's movement. Mike growled deeper in his throat, letting go of the girl's thigh and moving farther.
"Watch!"
"OHHHHH!"
Mike had pushed his head between her legs, sliding past the stretched wet nylon still clinging to her legs. He sank his teeth in the moist, warm flesh of her cunt mound.
Ginny was going crazy, collapsing completely to the floor and rolling from side to side. Her arms were stretched out and her fingers clawed wildly at the concrete. She couldn't believe the incredibly exciting feeling attacking her pussy! The tingling sensations of the Doberman's sharp fangs sinking gently into her pussy meat was the wildest thing she'd ever experienced.
The young blonde let out a series of sharp strangled cries, dancing her ass over the concrete and writhing on the floor like a snake. The tendons stood out on the flesh of her legs as the girl stared blankly at the ceiling. Her lungs felt as if someone had pushed out all her air. She tried to say something-anything.
If only she could tell them all how incredibly good this was! And yet, a dog, a horrible dog, was doing this to her! No, she couldn't let herself have such a good time. Somehow she had to fight through the stupor of her own sexuality to stop this insanity!
At that point Mike backed off, opening his mouth and inching away from the girl's juicing cunt. Ginny let out a long, deep sigh, shaking the sweat off her forehead. Her white flesh glistened with perspiration as she moaned and tried crawling away from her tormentors.
But Mike wasn't going to give up. He hadn't really done anything to her yet. The powerful Doberman circled the cringing girl slowly, his eyes riveted to her tits, then to her cunt.
Ginny had completely forgotten about Burt and Paul. All she could think about was the big animal only inches away from her. Was he her friend, or was he trained to kill her?
Then suddenly he was back to her cunt, pressing his snout into her swollen pussy. He licked her again and again, screwing his pointed muzzle into her hole. He was good, oh so good! Ginny kicked one leg into the air and fanned out her toes, dropping her hands to the animal's neck and stroking his short black fur. Panting as hard as Mike was, she pulled her legs back, spreading her knees as wide apart as she could after having pushed her panties over her ankles and kicking them away.
Now she was completely naked, bared for her new lover. Shamelessly she exposed every inch of her wet, dark-pink cunt meat to the growling dog. Mike nuzzled and licked appreciatively, pressing his cold black nose into her soaked cunt. Ginny gasped, wiggling her ass on the wet concrete and bringing her feet together by the sides of his head. She stroked the short fur with her toes, drinking in the deliciously ticklish sensation that hair made on her skin.
"Oh, yes, oh God, yessss!" she hissed, rolling her ass up to the animal. Then she dropped her legs, pressing her feet onto the floor and hunching up to the animal.
Yes, yes, she wanted to be raped by that dog's tongue. Nothing mattered any more except the killing itchy ache between her legs. The big dog could take care of it.
Yes, good doggie, good for Ginny!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Burt snapped a shot of Ginny snapping her knees together around the Doberman's head, lifting her ass off the wet cement floor and feeding her sloppy cunt meat to him. Her face was a red, contorted mask of lust. Her hair hung behind her bobbing, jerking head while her hands caressed the growling animal's neck and head. She curled her toes, scissoring her legs more tightly around the hunching animal's body. Ohhh, she was so hot! If only she could have the feeling of being filled. Mike was concentrating on her clit, raking it with his tongue until it was sputtering with an electricity Ginny had never known. Sweat ran into her nose, mouth and eyes as the helpless girl panted, wheezed and gasped for her breath.
"Sooooooon," Ginny moaned.
The big animal growled louder, as if he could understand what she had said. She could feel him nuzzling her bloated, juice soaked cunt lips. If a man's dick were inside her now, she'd be milking it with her cunt walls. This she knew from her limited experience with Burt and Paul. Ohhh, the thought that her pussy was empty made her sob in despair! If only she could get something inside her cunt,| something that would force apart her itchy, achy, pussy walls!
"Ohhhh . . . hhhhrrrrr!" the girl groaned, fall-] ing back to the floor and twisting her torso. She clawed at the humping animal. She could feel, something long hard and hot. Ginny guessed it had to be Mike's cock-a pointed, red rubbery prong filled with doggie jizz!
The young blonde had watched dogs fuck in the streets. How ugly their little red dicks looked jerking and bouncing under their hindquarters. How little she guessed then that she'd be under just such a fat knobby dick!
Mike slowed his rubbing and looked curiously at her. Ginny pitched more wildly on the floor, bucking her ass at his open mouth. The Dobermans fangs cut her slightly. That sharp sensation brought screaming groans of pleasure from her tight throat. Ginny raked his fur more desperately with her fingers, pulling him harder against her snatch.
"Man, she's really making it!" Burt cried in amazement. His cock was stiff and twitching as he kept taking pictures of the writhing teenager. Drops of jizz rolled down his dickhead as he watched the girl he'd fucked only a few days ago go wild under a Doberman's tongue.
"Hhhhuuuuurrr!" Ginny tossed her head from side to side, feeling her blonde hair whipping across her face and throat. Her thighs were itching and burning as the hard ball inside her belly started to unravel. She bucked her body so wildly she was afraid Mike might jump away.
But the big Doberman stayed, licking and nuzzling her convulsing pussy. Hot juice flooded from her tight little crack, making the concrete under her ass wetter than before. The wet, smacking sounds of wet flesh and a dog's tongue grew louder and louder. Her cumming was slow, wildly slow. Ginny made a face as if she were in agonizing pain. She fell back, clawing at the concrete as the spasms gradually turned her pussy into a firestorm.
It was ecstasy, nevertheless, to be under Mike's constant licking attention. She jerked and twitched, finally jamming her fingers into her cunt as Mike whimpered and licked her white, shaking knuckles.
When she opened her eyes again, Mike lay quietly beside her. She'd been hugging his strong, soft-furred body. A tangle of thoughts floated over her mind but she drove them away. Then she remembered she hadn't been alone in this. The bright flash of a photographic bulb brought the blonde back to reality.
"Very good, Ginny. I'd say I'd pass you already, just from the performance you gave," Paul Martin said, reaching down to stroke his long cock. He seemed to be debating something.
"Let . . . me . . . go," Ginny said in a soft voice, hanging her head and letting her blonde hair curtain her shamed face.
How could she have let things go so far? Making it with an animal and now they had pictures of her doing it! What would happen if those pictures got out? Her mother and father would have to leave town, give up everything they'd worked for just because their daughter couldn't keep her legs crossed! Ginny twisted her head away from the two staring men and fought back the tears.
"Come on, Ginny, it's not all that bad. We won't let those pictures out to the guys at school. There's plenty other places these can go to," Paul said, moving his fingers up to his fat cockhead and using the jizz dribbling out of the hole to lubricate his rod.
"Hey, Mr. Martin, why don't I get a shot of Ginny givin' you some head? I won't get your face in," Burt said, his eyes glowing with wild excite- ment.
"Not a bad idea, Burt," the older man said, his chest rising and falling with lust.
"Head?" Ginny had heard of the term several times but didn't know what it really meant.
"Sucking, blowjob . . . you know, sticking his cock down your throat," Burt said, enjoying taunting her with those horrible descriptions.
"Oh, nooo!" the girl wailed, jerking back as Paul walked toward her. She looked wide-eyed at the fat, nine-inch cock swaying side to side with every step he took.
"Come on honey. For somebody who's just made it with a dog, you sure have got strange morals. What's wrong about putting that pretty little red mouth around my dick and sucking me off, hmmmmm?" Paul was stroking his cock fast now, milking the flesh, making his balls roll forward and jiggle with the force of his fingering.
"No, I don't want to," the teenager whimpered. Then Paul jerked one hand out and tangled her hair in his fingers. With a grunt he yanked up on the strands. Ginny yelped, her hands flying up and out helplessly while her eyelids fluttered. Her ass rose from the floor, then she bounced back down on the balls of her feet as her titties jiggled and rolled together. The pain was horrible! Ginny thought he was going to rip out her hair by its roots.
"Maybe now you'll think better of it," Paul Martin said, yanking her hair past his naked, thick muscled thighs. Ginny screamed again, curling her fingers into two fists and beating his belly as hard as she could.
The agony was almost nauseating. He was tearing her hair from her scalp! The more she fought, tearing his flesh with her sharp nails, beating his thighs with her fists, even trying to scoot her ass around so she could kick at his swinging balls, the more he pulled, jerking her head back and forth, laughing as Burt took the last shot, then swore as he ran back to a workbench behind the furnace box to open another roll.
"You'll do whatever I ask you to. Understand? If I ask you to eat shit, you'll eat shit! If I ask you to drink piss, you'll drink it!" Paul was losing control of himself as he watched Ginny's helplessness increase.
"Oh God!" the girl cried as he yanked her hair once more. She rose slowly from the floor, her muscles straining and quivering as she flailed at his wrists with her nails. Then he jerked her head down to the floor, and her chin struck the hard cold concrete.
Bright lights exploded in the girl's head as she tasted something warm and salty in her mouth. She'd cut her lip, one of her teeth slicing into the sensitive flesh. One leg kicked to one side and the other buckled under her quivering ass.
"Now suck me off, and suck me off good!" Paul growled.
Ginny stared up at the fat cock inches from her face. She could feel the heat radiating from it, smell the stale odor of dried sweat and cum wafting from his groin. Rolling her eyes up and looking pleadingly at the big man, Ginny realized there was little she could do but comply.
Letting out a defeated groan, Ginny moved her head forward, peeled back her lips, and relaxed her lower jaw. She felt sick, about to throw up! It was a dirty, perverted thing she was about to do. She'd rarely felt so naked, so horribly exposed as now. She could feel the weight of her tits as they swayed and jiggled with every move she made.
As the cockhead came within inches of her pouting lower lip Paul stopped her.
"I think I want to have her rim me."
Before Ginny could ask what he meant she felt a pair of arms holding her while Paul turned around and bent his knees, squatting and thrusting his hairy ass back at her.
"Lick that shitter, baby. Go on and stick your tongue up my asshole."
Ginny twisted her face away, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth. Oh, what a horrible, ugly minded man! The could feed her to a hundred dogs before she'd do that with her mouth.
"Push her up," Paul commanded.
Burt clamped his fingers hard around her upper arms, forcing them behind her back as he jammed his knee into the small of her back. The girl arched forward, screaming in pain. The next thing she knew she was smelling something horribly pungent and musky. Oh, God, her face was up against the teacher's hairy ass and Burt was telling her to open her mouth or he'd snap her spine!
Quivering, helpless, feeling defeated on all sides, Ginny finally did as she was told. She looked up and watched Paul Martin squat farther, almost sitting on her face. His big hands were wrapped around the edges of his rounded hairy buttocks, pulling them apart. She puckered her lips, fighting back the sour taste of bile in her mouth as Burt shoved her forward.
"Huhhhhh!" the girl cried as she tasted the older man's asshole. He was moaning, wiggling his ass back and forth, jamming it farther back so he could better feel Ginny's soft, moist lips on his shitter.
"Hey, man, when I said rimmed, I meant rimmed!'' Paul groaned.
Burt jammed his knee harder into Ginny's back, watching as the girl pitched forward, burying her nose and part of her cheek in Paul's tight ass crack.
"Hey, stick out that tongue and start lapping. You know, lap his ass the way Mike lapped your cunt," Burt said.
Ginny groaned, trying to throw back her shoulders to lessen the pulling pain of the athlete's cruel grip. Reluctantly she did as she was told. She ran her tongue up and down his ass crack, groaning and swallowing the sour taste in her throat as she felt his wiry asshole hairs tickling the insides of her mouth. She could taste something horrible, and the smell! Ginny realized when the teacher told her she'd be eating shit, he hadn't been joking.
"Yeah, babe, yeah. Stick your tongue up my ass, Ginny. Go on, I used to watch you in class and wondered what that little tongue of yours would feel like up my asshole. Now I'm gonna find out!" Paul cried excitedly, mashing his muscular buttocks onto her face.
The blonde teenager felt him centering his shitter over her mouth. Then with another groan, he pushed back. Ginny stuck out her tongue, keeping it stiff and rigid. She could feel it working into the tight opening. She could feel Paul Martin's shithole shuddering around her tongue and cheeks.
"Christ," he cried, sliding his hands up from his butt to his face and wiping off the sweat. "She's something else. Give her a rag to wipe off her mouth. Then let's get her back to giving me some head."
Ginny cleaned her lips as best she could with an old dirty rag Burt found for her. Then, turning around, the girl found herself face to face with that long cock she'd seen earlier.
"I don't think you'll need me to hold her, Mr. Martin. She's pretty well-trained now."
Well trained? Ginny shivered, rubbing her palms over her arms. They were talking about her as if she were an obedient dog! But what was she? They told her to do something, and she did it. If not, they punished her cruelly. Yes, she was a dog-a kicked, abused little dog until they'd finally let her go.
"Is he right, Ginny? Are you going to give me a good blowjob?" Mr. Martin asked. The tone of voice he used was that of a teacher. Ginny felt sick.
"Yes . . . sir," she answered, lowering her eyes and sliding forward several inches on the floor. The big man towered over her, his cock thrust up from his hairy groin like a barber pole.
Reaching up, the blonde teenager curled her cold, slender fingers around his dick and squeezed, watching as Paul's nuts jiggled, then rose up high against his crotch. The big man moaned and shivered, closing his eyes and swaying drunkenly back and forth. She squeezed his cock again and felt the thick veins throb wildly.
"Suck it, damn you!" he said in a tight, strangled voice.
Ginny opened her mouth again, slackening her lower jaw and sticking out her tongue, curling it in the middle. When his dickhead touched her pouting lower lip Paul jerked his powerful thighs forward, pushing his cock into her mouth.
Ginny jerked back her head, swallowing furiously. She could taste something salty and bleachy in her mouth. It had to be that cum, that horrible jizz all the girls talked about in school.
"Go on and lick that sonofabitch, or I'll kick your face in!"
Ginny shivered, then drove her head forward, feeling something breaking inside her. Yes, she'd give him the best head he'd ever had, even if it was the first time for her. She reached around and fondled his hairy ass, running her fingertips up and down his ass crack, toying with his sphincter muscles as she sucked hard.
She slid off his dickhead for a moment, driving her face into his hairy groin to lick frantically at the thick nest of black hair surrounding his big, jutting hard-on. Then she moved down, twisting her head to one side and slurping one of his balls into her furnace-hot mouth. She rolled it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, exerting just enough pressure to make him hunch, but not enough to cause any pain. She kept sucking that nut, squeezing Paul's ass cheeks, running her hands up and down the backs of his hairy thighs.
Then Ginny rolled the one ball out of her mouth and sucked in the other one, sucking on it hard. She popped it out juicily and moved her head up to Paul's cock.
"Christ, she's like a pro!" Burt commented, taking a shot of the girl rolling both balls into her mouth and jamming one slender finger up Paul Martin's tight shitter.
"Yeahhhhh, baby, yeahh, ohh, good head! Fuck, you give fuckin' good head," Paul sighed, rocking his thighs back and forth.
Ginny couldn't hear what he was saying. She swallowed his dickhead once more, licking the slick surface, digging her tongue into the small piss-slit and pulling up more salty jizz to swallow. She sucked so hard her cheeks caved in. Gradually opening her mouth, the young girl let Paul drive inch after hot, throbbing inch of his cock meat down her throat.
Ohhh, he was going to suffocate her with that dick. She could hardly breathe! The hard, throbbing girth of Paul's cock pushed against her cheeks, forcing them out again. She could feel his prick scraping over her teeth, still sliding back, back until his cockhead was pressed against the back of her throat.
Ginny gasped for air, spittle drooling from the corners of her mouth and wetting her chin. She breathed with a high-pitched whistling sound through her nostrils. Her eyes were wide open and tears flowed from the corners. Paul hunched forward hard, wrapping his powerful fingers around her skull and holding her face tightly to his groin as he deep-throated her!
Ginny cried out as best she could, pushing her hands against Paul's chest, trying to slide away. She was losing air. She could feel everything going dark around her, and a buzzing sound filled her brain. Just as she thought Paul was going to kill her that way, the big man let her go.
Ginny sucked in air, choking and gagging while the big man waited impatiently. When she seemed to have caught her breath, he went back to mouth fucking her, shifting his thighs from side to side, driving his throbbing head along the insides of her cheeks, into her throat. The girl sucked as hard as she could, hoping to bring him off.
Without excitement in his cock, Mr. Martin might think twice about keeping her against her will, and let her go. With that in mind Ginny sucked like a pro, her tongue lashing the fat prong. She licked it teasingly, coiling it around the plunging prick as Paul grunted and sweated above her.
When he thought he was going to shoot he backed off, pulling his cock out of her mouth.
"What are you doing, Mr. Martin?" Burt asked, peeling off the cover of a photo and examining it critically.
"Seems a shame to lose my cum in her mouth when there are so many other places it can go," he said mysteriously.
Burt seemed to understand what he wanted. Ginny lay sprawled on the floor, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand while she studied the men. Occasionally she glanced at Mike, who lay quietly under the work bench. He rolled his big eyes up and stared back at her, wondering when it would be his turn.
"Tie her to the board."
Burt grabbed the girl by the right arm and hauled her to her feet. He dragged Ginny across the room to the furnace area.
"Don't do this to me, Burt. Please, I'm your schoolmate. Don't do this," Ginny whispered, glancing around nervously to see if Paul Martin could hear them.
"It's not a question of not wanting to hurt you, Ginny. I mean, I want to. You understand. I mean I dig doing this to you . . . like Mr. Martin does, understand?"
Ginny looked at the young athlete with terror in her eyes. She'd fallen into a pit of horror with no one to help her. No one knew she was here doing this horrible thing. Her mother and father thought she was studying with her teacher! What they would say if they even suspected what was really going on?
"Bend down. Bend down, damn it, or I'll use this board on your ass!" Burt said harshly.
With a submissive whimper Ginny did as she was told, spreading her legs apart as wide as she could as she bent over. She saw Paul Martin holding the board in front of her ankles while Burt tied inch-thick rope in criss-cross fashion around that small two-by-four beam and her legs.
"Okay, now put your hands on top of the board . . . no, not there," Burt said, slapping her ass and making the girl squeal with fright. She could feel the stinging blow seconds after it had been delivered as her ass cheeks jiggled from the force of the slap. "On top of the board by your damned ankles."
Ginny did as she was told and saw Burt tying her wrists to the board and her ankles. That position kept her legs splayed apart, her body bent completely over with her ass and cunt high in the air while her hands were tied uselessly to her feet.
Yes, Ginny knew her degradation had only just begun.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You gonna butt-fuck her?"
The words burned into Ginny's tortured mind. She cried out, pulling at her bonds, feeling the rough rope chafe the flesh around her wrists and ankles. The blood rushed to her face, making her cheeks burn and redden. They were going to fuck her in the ass. What a horror!
"Yeah, I think so. You never fucked a girl in the ass?" Paul asked his student.
"No, never thought about it, really," Burt admitted.
"Nothing like it. Humiliates a girl nine times out of ten. Of course, every now and then you get someone who turns on to it. I've got a feeling our Ginny, here, could be one of those types," Paul said, grinning and smoothing his fingertips over her curved back.
The blonde teenager shivered, shaking the hair from her eyes. Her body was bent over in an inverted U. There was little she could do to keep Paul from her asshole. She thought about that tight little opening and felt the muscles around it clamp shut.
"You'll need something to grease her up though, won't you?"
"In the work bench," Paul said, turning around and walking with his pupil to the furnace.
Ginny cried, tears falling freely from her eyes now. They couldn't see her. Her long thick blonde hair curtained her face. Every muscle in her body ached. This was horrible, unbelievable-or was it?
Last year, Mr. Morris, an American History teacher, was thrown out of the district because he'd gotten two girls pregnant in the same year! Apparently he'd been doing that sort of thing for some time. Like Mr. Martin, he'd had photos of the girls in various positions and threatened to sell them to porno magazines if they talked. Apparently, two of the girls decided to risk everything to bring the History teacher to justice. Would Ginny have that kind of courage? She doubted it. If the authorities saw her and the dog . . . Fucking around with men was one thing-but with animals?
Ginny sobbed again, choking the sounds back when she heard the two men returning.
"A little K-Y. Queers use this a lot when they fuck. Well, little Ginny's gonna feel how great grease feels in her asshole when I drive my cock in," Paul said, opening the blue and white tube and squeezing out a glob of the opaque gel. As he rubbed the grease onto his cock he was telling the girl how good and hard and hot his dick would be in her ass, how it would finally make her cunt get red-hot and drip cunt juice.
After handing the tube to Burt, Paul moved behind the girl, reaching down to hold onto Ginny's jutting hipbones as if they were the horns of a saddle. The young blonde closed her eyes and whimpered softly, slackening her jaw to draw in a lungful of air and hold it. Her titties hung heavily from her chest, swaying back and forth.
Paul pushed his drooling dickhead at Ginny's smooth, taut white buttocks. The girl shivered, her flesh breaking out into goose pimples. He leaned forward more heavily, pressing that fist-sized cockhead gently against her asshole. He rocked back and forth, urging his hunk of meat into the girl. Ginny realized he was working his cock slowly into her tight shitter as he slid his fingers around her hips to toy with her cunt.
There was nothing exciting about what he was doing to her. All she could think of was the pain that was about to assail her as he fucked her ass.
Ginny could feel the pressure of that ass-ripping bulk increase. She was vaguely aware that she was actually opening up to his probing. In spite of everything, he was managing to shove his cock up her ass.
And then Ginny found herself whimpering and grunting, sobbing and squirming. She had his cockhead inside her. Somehow he'd worked that fat thing into her shitter. The elastic ring of her sphincter had relaxed enough to take that mammoth dicktip in. Then it snapped shut hard, trapping his fat prick. The girl cried out, pulling her arms until her shoulders ached. The ropes bit into her flesh. Her head snapped from side to side until she thought her neck would break in two. Ohhh, the pain was horrible-as horrible as she'd thought it would be.
Paul rocked back and forth, not driving more of his dick in until he could feel her relaxing. Ginny tried with all her might to either squirm away or force her sphincter to relax. Finally the girl could feel her shitter muscles letting go. As she sweated and gasped for breath, she could feel Paul's dick sliding in again. Her pulse was hammering inside her head.
And strange to say, she could feel her clit stiffening. There was an odd kind of itchy heat developing in her asshole, something she never dreamed had existed in people before. Paul was playing with her cunt, folding the outer labes back and tickling her inner cunt lips and clit with his callused fingertips.
As the seconds ticked by, the teacher started humping the girl harder. The ropes bit into her ankles and wrists as her body swayed helplessly from side to side, bucked and hammered by Paul's groin. Ginny cried out and groaned, but now her moans contained more sexual excitement than pain. She never would have believed it if someone had told her she could turn on to something like this. But the helplessness of her position, the ropes, Paul's asshole fucking and his fingering of her clit were driving her to climax.
Maybe she was the kind of woman who enjoyed men abusing her. Ginny had heard stories of how certain women loved getting beaten up by men. The young blonde had always thought people like that should be put away. But there she was, enjoying the very thing she'd laughed at earlier.
Paul was fucking her like a pro. He eased a little of his dick meat into her, then stopped, reaching down to wipe the slimy lubricant all over the exposed area of his dick, then starting all over again. He fucked and greased, fucked and greased, thrusting his dick into her shitter until the girl was jerking her head from side to side and howling. Paul felt she'd reached a limit, and he stopped, rolling his hips and drawing some of his cock out. He held onto her hips tighter, bending his knees slightly and falling forward, feeding her his cock meat again.
Ginny felt herself stretching open around the great thickness of his dick. The young blonde could swear his cock was rearranging her insides, pushing aside her guts as it kept sinking, sinking-like a heavy pole into her ass. She moaned and gasped, her eyelids fluttering open, then snapping shut. The heat in her pussy was growing as Paul rolled her clit back and forth. Her knees trembled and threatened to buckle as Paul's fucking became ferocious. He leaned forward, biting the back of her neck several times, hitting the backs of her knees with his kneecaps. He didn't care about how much pleasure she was receiving, although he could tell from the slick juice covering his fucking fingers that his assessment of the girl had been correct.
Then Ginny cried out again. She could feel the hairs on his groin tickling her smooth buttocks. She had him all the way up her ass now. All those fat, thick, long hard inches were buried in her butt! The young blonde cried out as the big cock in her ass released some trigger inside her. She found herself hunching back as hard as she could.
Paul groaned, choking back a sob of lust. He started fucking the shit out of the girl. Ginny didn't do anything to stop him from getting the maximum amount of pleasure from it. He bore down on her, forcing himself into her every time, cruelly pinching her cunt lips and clit until the blonde sixteen-year-old screamed like a stuck pig.
"Christ!" Burt glanced down and saw a trickle of the girl's cunt juice dribble down her thigh.
Ohhh, how good and yet how painful Paul's fat dick was up her shitter. She could feel him slowly sink until his balls were pressing up solid and tight between her widely spread buns. It seemed as if the biology teacher was trying to work his nuts up her asshole too.
Ginny rocked back and forth on Paul's hard cock. She could feel what sanity she had left slipping away. She started loving that hot, hard pressure up her ass. She thought once or twice of the danger of his rupturing her. But then that thought drifted away as the wonderful sensation of his cock tearing through her bunghole evaporated all fear. Ginny could feel every square inch of that dick and she loved it. She found herself almost wishing it were larger than it was.
"OHHHHH!" the girl cried. She couldn't believe it. She had his entire dick buried balls-deep up her ass. Before she realized what was happening she was riding up and down on it, falling forward and nearly sliding off it, only to sink back all the way. Paul grunted with satisfaction. He hunched and thrust, grinding and bearing down on her ass. Ginny could feel herself vibrating and throbbing with this wild ass-fucking. Then he shifted position slightly, moving one hand up to her hanging thunderous tits, squeezing first one hard nipple, then moving to the other and pinching that one.
Paul seemed to be all over her at once! She couldn't see or think clearly. All the girl could think about was that hunk of meat slamming in and out, going wilder and faster. She could hear the rasping sound of choked breathing. Then there was the wild sensation of spasming dick meat in her ass. Yes, he was cumming, shooting his thick white-hot jizz into her ass! He was filling her up with that spunk, making her shitter balloon out with his cum! Ohhh, how horribly good that was! If she could only cum with him! But Paul's fingering had excited her only so much. He was too interested in cumming in her ass to do much about making her cum.
"FUUUUUCK!" Paul screamed.
"Fuck, she's really ridin' it!" Burt cried, almost taking a shot of the teacher's contorted face. No, that was one thing he couldn't do! Mr. Martin had told him one slip and he was out. Burt steadied the camera in his shaking hand, photographing Ginny's lust-contorted face as her hair whipped to one side, exposing it.
"Ohhhh," the girl moaned in exhaustion, her body sinking as she felt the final tremors of Paul's orgasm. She could feel the scalding jizz trickling down the backs of her legs. When Paul pulled his dick out of her, she shivered all over.
"Fucks like a mink. God, I could feel her asshole squeezin' my dick," Paul commented, wiping the sweat from his forehead. At that point Mike jumped up from his sitting position and circled the men's legs, pushing his head into Paul's hand and whining through his nostrils. "You want a little piece of the action, too, eh, Mike?" - "Mr. Martin, look at his cock."
The biology teacher glanced down and saw the red, pointed cock jerking and twitching between the dog's hindquarters. He straightened, running his fingers through his tousled black hair and stared at Ginny.
The girl was using all her strength to stay in that bent-over position. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as she fought down the terror rising in her throat. No, not a dog, not a dog fucking her! Oh, no, she'd never be able to live that one down!
"Not right now, Burt," Paul said, scratching his chin and studying the girl. "I don't think she's ripe for that kind of thing yet. Let's see just how excited she can get."
Ginny tried twisting around to see what was happening. She could hear the two of them whispering behind her back, then moving back to that horrible work bench where, she guessed, they kept various paraphernalia for whatever victim they lured in here.
Then she heard them returning. There was shuffling, then the sound of something whistling through the air.
"Thwack!" The sharp sound of leather against butt flesh echoed through the large basement like a gunshot. Ginny's eyes flew open and her eyes bugged out. Her shoulders snapped forward, nearly pitching the girl forward. Her buttocks quivered under the sharp blow and her long white legs trembled. A blast of heat followed the stinging pain just to the side of her ass crack.
"Don't! It hurts!" the girl wailed.
"Good! That's what I hoped it would do," Paul said with satisfaction.
Somehow Ginny managed to twist her head around to peer over her leg and see the big teacher holding a long black leather strap in his right hand. Burt was readjusting the camera as the big man raised his powerful arm and wiggled the strap playfully back and forth in front of Ginny's horrified face.
"NOOOOOO!" the girl cried, jerking her head around when she saw the weapon come down a second time. She sucked in a deep breath and braced herself as the whistling sound became louder.
A second blow bit into the flesh on her other ass cheek, leaving a long purple mark. Ginny screamed, raising one foot with difficulty and trying to walk away from the pain. She could hear the two men laughing at her reaction.
"She's tryin' to get away from her own ass," Burt said, taking a shot of the trembling, terrified girl.
Another and another blow fell across her ass. Ginny's body swayed from side to side, snapping up as much as the ropes binding her wrists to her ankles would let her. A hard blow right across her asshole made her lose complete control. The young blonde could feel something warm and wet trickling down her legs. It was urine. She was pissing on herself!
The leather strap fell across her back the next time, nearly peeling the white flesh from her curving spine. Several more blows later, Paul tired of the game. He threw down the leather strap and glanced at the large black Doberman.
"I think she's primed for the dog," he said in a tight voice.
Burt glanced down and noticed Mr. Martin's dick starting to get stiff and thick again. He shook his head in admiration. He wished he could be like his teacherable to get it up that fast and easy, shooting off whenever he wanted to. That was style!
Mike pranced nervously around his master's feet, waiting for a signal. Paul walked over to the moaning girl and stuck his forefingers into her hot cunt hole. He raised his eyebrows when the teenager's body shuddered. He could hear her choke out a scream.
"She's hot and primed," he announced, backing away and slapping her whipped ass. The dog understood and barked, backing away and sniffing the air between his nose and her ass. His pointed ears pricked forward as he caught the scent he wanted, Ginny, in spite of her torture, was in heat. The whipping, like the ass-fucking, had triggered something primeval in the girl. Rather than encourage the animal or fight him off Ginny remained quiet, sucking in a lungful of air and waiting for the inevitable.
It came with a vengeance! Stepping back two feet, the large Doberman tensed his muscles, reared back on his powerful hindquarters, then leaped forward. Ginny cried out as the forepaws came down hard on her mid-back. The animal was on top of her, digging his sharp nails into her flesh, torturing her with those sharp instruments as he whined and tried to find a comfortable and stable position.
"Man, he's fuckin' hot. His dick's out all the way!" Burt cried, bending down to aim his lens at the Doberman's long, red rubbery prong. Ginny shook her head wildly, trying to get her blonde hair in front of her face. At least that way there'd be no identifying her if those pictures got out.
"Uhhhhh!" the girl sighed. She could feel the Doberman lowering himself onto her, sliding his paws around her belly, holding her tightly as he crouched down. Ginny could feel his cock sliding down her thigh. God, what a horror show this was turning out to be. She wanted to scream, to cry. Maybe if she shrieked enough she'd wake up. But no, she felt the sensation of the dog's warm, furry body behind her, pressing against the backs of her legs.
How his flesh tickled her skin! She could feel his drool dampening her shoulders, collecting in a pool just behind her neck, then dribbling down in a stream behind her arms. It was disgusting, something that made the girl close her eyes and shake all over. No, there was no way she could get excited over this horror.
"No, no, no," Ginny repeated over and over again, slowly shaking her head from side to side. She curled her fingers into two fists, digging the nails into her palms. Gritting her teeth, the blonde teenager prepared herself for that fucking attack on her cunt.
Mike was sliding his muscled ass from side to side, bending his powerful hind legs, squatting as he moved his prick from the top of Ginny's rounded ass down the narrow crack toward her furry cunt mound. The young woman trembled, her knuckles turning white as a high-pitched whimper was torn from her throat. Her head rose from its former hanging position. Ginny shook the hair from her eyes, staring at the wall opposite, a look of terrible concentration on her face. Her belly sagged, then straightened in tension as she waited for the dog's initial thrust.
Mike flattened his belly against Ginny's back and drew his cock back, sliding it out of the girl's narrow ass crack. Ginny's eyes opened wide and she sucked in a deep breath.
"AHHHHHRRRRR!" the teenager screamed, her body trembling as if someone had touched a live wire to it. Her head snapped from side to side, and her shoulders shook and hunched forward.
CHAPTER NINE
The animal came quickly. Ginny could feel the friction building inside her violated pussy. The knobs and bumps covering Mike's red cock slurped and twisted around in her snatch.
She could find no pleasure in what was happening to her. The heat that had been generated by the animal's tongue before was all gone. All she could think of was her cunt being fucked by a Doberman's dick! An animal, a dog was covering her body with his, drooling on her back, scratching her titties and belly with his claws while hammering his prick in and out of her pussy. The girl fought down the desire to fight back. No, the animal would only tear her throat. No, she had to endure this. Surely it had to end sometime. Paul and Burt would get tired and . . . and oh God, she could feel the dick vibrating inside her pussy. She could feel Mike's body trembling more violently against her flesh. Ginny felt Mike's body trembling more violently against her flesh. Ginny felt her skin pucker up into goosep,jmples. Her mind whirled about in a storm of disgust. He was going to cum! The Doberman was going to blow his load of doggie jizz into her cunt!
Ginny bit her lower lip hard, sucking in blood as her head shook wildly from side to side. Her toes straightened and she dug her nails against the floor. There was the sickening knowledge that at any second she was going to be bathed in animal spunk!
"Hey, man, he's shootin!" Burt cried.
"Watch," Paul said, fingering his cock more hurriedly as he watched the fucked girl excitedly.
Mike's ass suddenly stopped its rapid up and down movement. His head twisted to the left and his eyes danced in his head. The two men watched as the dog's black nostrils quivered and flared and his stubby tail wagged jerkily back and forth. Then his ass rose quickly, slid from side to side, and thrust back down again. They could hear a squishy sound as Mike repeated that action again and again. They watched as thin whitish dribbles of liquid started oozing down the backs of Ginny's trembling white legs.
Ginny cried out again and again, begging them to get the animal off her. He seemed to keep cumming, to keep firing his load of hot jizz into her pussy, filling it up with his revolting cum and still shooting more. The young blonde shivered as she felt the jizz running down the backs of her legs. She was swimming in a sea of animal spunk!
Oh God, this was going to be her end, trapped in a basement to be fucked time and again by a dog! Ginny felt her body relaxing as she finally lost consciousness. Blessed, blessed black unconsciousness. For the first time in hours, the teenager was happy. The last thing she could remember was the dog's loud barking as she slumped to the floor in a crumpled heap. There wasn't anything they could do to her now! They could beat her, throw her to a herd of animals. No, she was unconscious, in a world where Paul and Burt couldn't touch her.
When she awoke Ginny found herself hanging from some sort of weird device. She slowly opened her eyes, making sure the two men she heard talking in front of her still thought she was unconscious. Looking through her long blonde lashes, Ginny could see both Paul and Burt had slipped on their trousers since she'd passed out. The dog was gone, thank God, although she could still feel something wet and warm in her pussy. The thought that it was the animal's cum made her sick. But again the blonde teenager fought back her disgust, realizing her ordeal was far from over.
Paul Martin was indeed a sick man. She'd heard about stories of men who led supposedly very normal lives and then, years later, were found to have entrapped young boys or women in their homes to torture them, then dispose of their remains. A man in Montana several years ago was found with six female corpses under his porch, while several in California, Texas and Illinois were charged with torturing and killing over a hundred young boys. Was this another such horror? That possibility made Ginny shake with terror. Was she the first or simply another victim in Paul Martin's little operation? Was he going to let her go, or was she about to become a victim to be stuffed under the floor after she'd served her purpose? The possibilities froze her blood.
"I think she's awake. Look at how her skin's quivering," Paul observed cooly.
Ginny sighed. She blinked her eyes open and looked around. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her wrists. Her arms were stretched over her head once again. There was a dull, throbbing ache in her shoulder. Something was being clamped over her wrists, shackling them to the cold cement wall behind her. Ginny wondered why her feet and ankles were left untied.
"She's a good one, probably the best we've had," Paul said.
So, there had been others! Ginny's mind whirled. She wondered which girls in school had been his victims. With a sudden flare of anger, the girl kicked out one leg, trying to bury her toes in Paul Martin's crotch. He deserved to have his balls cut off and stuffed down his throat. To think he was carrying on this kind of activity without worrying about anyone telling on him. How perfect-get a girl worried about her grades, promise her private tutoring, then drag her down here and take photos of her doing obscene things. She'd be so intimidated she'd do anything to get those pictures back, or at least get a promise he wouldn't use them. What a clever, diabolical scheme!
Paul was fast, moving his hips to one side and ducking the blow.
"Hey ..." Burt started to say, then checked himself when he saw the teacher's face darken.
"Want to play?" Paul asked, his face lighting up with sadistic anger and pleasure.
Ginny watched the fingers of his right hand curl into a fist, then fly at her. She doubled up, her cheeks puffing out while her eyes bugged. Paul had swung his doubled fist into her belly with all his strength. The blow went past the soft muscles of her belly, bruising it, she felt it in her entire body. Ginny gagged, the dull pain wrenching every bone and muscle in her body. Her hair whipped across her flushed face as she twisted her head to one side and gasped for breath.
Paul said nothing, watching as she pulled herself up, trying to protect herself from another blow. She stared at the big teacher, her mouth open wide with horrified disbelief. The playing had stopped. Now he was tearing into her like a Nazi SS captain, holding her captive with those chains or cuffs or whatever he had up there.
"Uhhhh . . . uhhh ..." she grunted, panic showing in her eyes.
Paul stood back, rocking from his heels to the balls of his feet. He was obviously pleased at what he'd done.
"I'll bet you're wondering how many others we've had down here," Paul said, guessing what was on the cringing blonde's mind.
"No, yes, I . . . " Ginny was afraid to say anything. The wrong answer might bring another painful blow. She didn't know if she could take a second attack.
"You think I'd tell you? Let's just say you're not the first, and I'm not the only teacher doing this," Paul Martin said. He seemed to be pleased with giving her this kind of information. He was studying her, watching her rising panic and horror as he described what other things he'd done to girls in the basement. When he finally got to the parts about cutting them with knives and pinching their flesh with clamps Ginny closed her eyes and screamed for him to stop.
"Please, let me go," she said softly, hanging her head in defeat. The metal bands of her wrists were starting to cut into her flesh. All her weight was suspended from the sharp-edged restraints.
Ginny watched in terror as Paul brought the hand he'd held behind his back forward. He was holding a black leather riding crop in one hand, the thong looped around his thumb and across the back of his hand. Even Burt looked at the young teacher with surprise.
"You're going to use this on her?"
"Of course, why not? Perhaps she needs a lesson in discipline. It's something I'm sure her parents never gave her. Parents are far too lax nowadays. They should use the rod and never spoil the child." Paul chuckled at his manipulation of the old saying.
Ginny shook her head violently from side to side, that movement making her body jiggle and bounce. The added jerking made the cuffs tear into her skin. Sweat poured from under her arms, itching where it trickled across the sides of her big tits.
Paul struck quickly. Without cocking his arm, he lashed the end of the crop backhanded across Ginny's belly.
The girl screamed, digging her shoulders against the cement block wall behind her, arching her back and kicking out at him. She swung out, then crashed back as he slashed the crop agian over her right cheekbone.
"OHHHHH!" The force of the blow made her head snap to one side. Ginny choked down a second scream.
Cool air on her cheek told the girl Paul had scarred her face for life. She licked the blood from the corner of her mouth. She tried to ignore the pain in her belly. God, God, was he going to keep doing this, beating her with the riding crop, making her sick with pain until she puked on herself? They weren't taking pictures any more. This was just for fun!
"Enjoying this?"
"How could you? You're a teacher. You're supposed to teach, not do . . . this! What kind of man are you?" the young girl blurted.
She instantly regretted she'd said anything to counter Paul Martin. He looked angrily at her, his eyes narrowing, his lips quivering with hatred. There was something pathologically wrong with this man, something that made the girl tremble with fierce terror. She watched as he purpled, his entire body shaking. Then he jerked his hand back, slashing the crop across Ginny's nipple.
The slicing pain of that blow was only the beginning for the blonde. After her wild scream, and after the spasm that drew her legs up to her belly, the pain went on and on. It was like a raw gash with someone pouring salty water on it. She ground her teeth together, hating Paul Martin and Burt Roberts bitterly. She wanted Paul to come close enough to her to kick him again. This time she wouldn't miss. No, she'd kick him in the balls and make him sorry he'd ever tried to fool around with her.
Another slicing blow across the belly made Ginny screw her face into a mask of twisted pain. God, God, when would she have a chance to kick his balls? For now, that was the only thing on her mind. She was going to do to him what he was doing to her.
"You're quiet, Ginny. What's the matter, cat got your tongue? Don't you have anything to say? You've always got something to say in class, even if it's stupid and wrong," he said, his temper growing again.
The blonde sagged in the cuffs. The tips of her toes barely touched the floor.
"Bitch!" he cried, flaring again. He slashed the end of the crop across her once more, peeling a narrow strip of skin from her left tit.
The girl writhed from the pain. She could feel the warm sticky flow of blood down her body. The crop wasn't destroying her, but the blows were making her faint with pain. Only hatred and determination kept her conscious. Through a haze of agony she could see the two men in front of her laughing at her pain, enjoying her wincing, her screams, the way her body jiggled and swayed from side to side like a pendulum as the crop slashed and sliced her flesh.
She'd get back at them if it was the last things she did.
Paul looked at her like an animal, licking his lips. The twisting, tortured body hanging limply in front of him excited him. He forgot all about Burt, who seemed to be having second thoughts about what was happening. Several times Ginny thought she heard the young athlete ask Mr. Martin if he was going too far. But Paul Martin shrugged off those questions, growing more and more sadistically excited as Ginny's moans grew louder.
Then he stepped forward, bringing his free hand forward to tangle his fingers in her matted blonde cunt hair. Ginny fought off the comforting daze that had settled over her mind with the temporary cessation of the beating. She stiffened her body, feeling those horrible fingers snake through her pussy hairs. Then he pulled his hand back rapidly and tore out tufts of her cuntal curls.
"YAHHHHHH!" Ginny cried, her head snapping back and hitting the wall. She heard Paul laughing loudly as he threw the yanked hairs in the air, then pushed his hand back into her snatch. He was twisting out more hairs, tearing at her cunt. This was too much. Ginny brought her knee up, kicking out one leg in hope of finding that solid, hard crotch she wanted to destroy.
Paul's hand flew across her face.
"You goddamned silly little cunt! You think you can get back at me, ME?"
The crop lashed her face, her lips and the tops of her jiggling tits in revenge for what she had tried to do. Ginny struggled, dragging herself across the wall, trying to twist the front of her body away from the slashing crop.
No, he was going to peel every square inch of flesh from her body!
Then his fingers were back in her pussy, tearing into the soft, vulnerable flesh of her cunt.
"Wet . . . wet with dog jizz, you fuckin' bitch. You've been out fucking with animals?"
Ginny looked at the teacher. She didn't recognize him now. He was some animal, some demented creature sent from hell to torture her! He was cleaning her out, scraping out the animal's cum with his fingers, then wiping them across her face and in her hair. At times he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe her pussy lips and cunt clean, then throwing it down to the floor in disgust. When Ginny could feel his ragged fingernails tearing into the soft skin of her cunt lips, the girl felt an odd kind of fire starting up inside her snatch.
Ohhh, she was actually responding to this kind of cruelty! The pain before had been too intense for her to notice it. But now that the crop had stopped torturing her body and only Paul's hands were violating her, the young blonde could feel her pussy responding violently.
The battle changed now. Paul's grabbing, twisting hand moved more slowly in her cunt. Ginny moved her hips involuntarily. She was still looking for an opening that would let her kick his balls and cock into a mess. But her motions slowed with his.
Paul's growling changed. He slowed even more, making Ginny feel fluid running like a river of lava in her cunt. It wasn't the Doberman's jizz any more. Paul had cleaned that out already. It was her own excited juice, bubbling like a frothy liquor from the depths of her excited pussy.
Ohh, it was horrible of her to get excited over this kind of torture. It meant she was as sick and demented as Burt and Paul. Burt, where was he? She looked around and couldn't find him. He must have left. Ohhh, good, so what? The danger of what might happen to her faded when the fire of her tortured pussy flamed up, the wild storm assailing her belly and itching nipples.
Ginny hated herself for responding this way. But how could she stop herself? She was tied up-helpless before this big man. She hung limply from the cuffs, her shoulders twisting around so she could press her tits against the smooth-shaven sides of Paul's face. Yes, she was actually trying to caress him like a lover. All the pain, all the horror of several hours ago, faded in her perverted sexual fog. she wanted him, wanted him desperately. He could do anything he wanted to her.
Ginny watched, horrified and aroused as Paul reached down to unzip his Levi's. He was disrobing again, his cock once more hard and ready for a good, wild fucking. Ginny was amazed the young teacher could cum as many times as he did. Her tits heaved with her deep, raspy breaths. She turned her head to one side, watching him from the corner of one eye.
There was still a shred of pride in her. She couldn't see herself hungering openly for that man's fat cock. And yet, that wild feeling inside her was turning the girl into a sex-machine. Her blue eyes rolled toward him finally, almost defying him to come to her. The wet, trembling pout of her bloated cunt lips told Paul she was quivering and ready for anything he wanted to do.
"You're a hell of a hot little whore, you know what? The other girls who've been down here kept on screaming and yelling. But not you, Ginny . . . you're different. I could tell that the second you walked into my class the first day. There was something about the way you looked at me, something made me sure you'd like this."
Paul's cock was straight, hard and thick, jutting out from the opened halves of his faded Levi's. Ginny closed her legs, dangling just in front of the wall. The twisting motion her body now made kept her from touching that cold cement. She could feel her nipples, sore and tortured from the beating of the crop, puckering into stiff points. Her big tits were flattened somewhat by the radical upward pull of her clasped arms.
The biology teacher dropped his pants, his fat, dark-red and thickly veined cock jerking and dancing as if he hadn't cum for a month. The hair around his dick glistened with sweat and stale cum. She watched as his fat, leathery balls jiggling back and forth as he stepped from his trousers.
Ginny's joints were hurting. The strain on her wrists and shoulders grew worse as she tried to conceal her pussy from the teacher. Yes, she wanted his cock. But something inside her told the girl she must play out this game of resistance to a wild force.
"Yes, I knew you'd be good for our games down here," Paul repeated, picking up his crop and winding the thong carefully around his hand. He prodded her tit with it. Ginny felt the leather and metal tip press into her boob flesh, just under her nipple. He rolled it around. A shiver of terror and excitement fluttered from her nipple to her pussy. Ginny pressed her toes to the cold concrete basement floor. Her tits swelled, and the strain on her arms eased a bit.
Paul walked in front of her, the tip of the riding crop trailing across the undersides of her tits. His cock seemed to swell and lengthen even more. Ginny's eyes concentrated on the fat fuck meat, her heart pounding like a hammer.
Then suddenly, with a quick savage movement, the young teacher slashed the crop across both nipples. Ginny's eyelids fluttered, her lower jaw slackening as she let out a sharp squeal. Her body jiggled and she started to scream again. But she fought it down, firmly setting her jaw and looking with hatred at Paul.
"Good, good, I like defiance," he said, noticing her look. He smiled grimly at her, working his drooling lips back and forth.
Ginny wanted to spit, but held back. Yes, she'd get at him somehow.
CHAPTER TEN
Thwack!
"AHHHHHHHH!" Ginny screamed. Tears of horror, hatred and pain streaked her flushed cheeks as her head jerked from side to side.
Oh, God, what was he going to do to her next? Her tits bounced together from the impact as he slashed an X across her belly with the crop. Ginny jerked her legs up protectively. Her stomach muscles quivered in a spasm of fear and pain. Her rounded buttocks bounced against the cement block wall behind her. She could swear something had snapped or popped in her shoulder.
Quickly Paul slashed just under her kneecap with the middle of the crop.
"Nooo, nooo," the girl cried, jerking her foot out to kick him. Paul grabbed the leg and pulled her away from the wall. Then he threw her back, twisting her foot away from his belly.
Ginny slammed against the cement wall, striking it with her shoulders and ass. Paul was beating her again and again with the crop. But somehow the blows were numbing. She'd heard stories of how people could be beaten only so much. Then their bodies actually became immune to pain. Well, maybe that was happening to her.
Then Paul stopped his beating for a second, twisting her around. The girl cried out, feeling her injured arms criss-crossing so her belly and tits pressed against the wall. Her ass was exposed. Ohhh, the pain was killing her. She felt her arms would break in a hundred places when he did that.
And then the beating started all over again. He was slashing her rounded buttocks. Her ass was on fire. Ginny thought she could feel her flesh splitting. Her ass cheeks grew red with welts.
But strangely, the blazing pain radiated to her cunt. Juice ran from her cunt mouth to her thighs, mixing with her sweat. Red stripes broke out on her white ass flesh where the crop had slashed. The girl cried out, begging Paul to stop. But she knew the teacher had no intention of ending his torture. In fact, her screams only made his torture more passionate.
Now Paul concentrated on lashing her ass. Nothing on her body was safe. Ginny clenched her cheeks until they ached. She as trying to protect the sensitive ring of her asshole. She remembered being fucked there. And now he was going to rip his crop across that sensitive butt flesh. It would be like disemboweling her! Paul beat his crop farther up, striping the flesh on her shoulders.
"AHHHHHH!" the girl cried. He was beating her in a wild sexual frenzy of sadism. The sound of the crop against her flesh resounded in the large basement. Whip sounds exploded in the cold damp air like gunshots. Her groans and screams punctuated the slashing noises. The girl swung on her shackles, her arms pressing against one another.
Oh, God, how her shoulders ached from that hanging, twisted position! The girl thought several times she could hear her bones cracking from the terrible strain.
Paul slashed her neck. The girl scraped her tits and belly across the rough concrete blocks, then let herself dangle, her head hanging back.
That was the movement Paul had been waiting for. With a hard overhead stroke, he ripped the end of the crop down the tight crack of her ass. Ginny screamed as the tip of the tiny whip slashed across her asshole flesh. The young blonde thought she had been ripped open.
With wide-open eyes the teenager shrieked, jerking her head from side to side, screaming and screaming until her throat felt as if someone had dumped sand down it. The incredible pain of the assault blasted up her spine to her brain. She twitched convulsively, the top of her cunt mound brushing against the wall. A flood of musky juice bubbled out of her snatch. The impact just above her stiffened clit sent a shower of sexual sparks through her cunt.
Paul was laughing behind her. He stopped the beating long enough to jam the end of the crop up her asshole. The girl winced, crying out with a low moan, jerking her knees up and scraping them against the rough concrete block wall until they bled.
Then Paul moved the crop down a little and shoved the blunt tip into her wet cunt. The instant grabbing of her cuntal muscles around the weapon surprised both of them.
"Fuck, you're so hot you don't even know what you're doing," the teacher said, sucking in a deep breath and fighting to keep himself under control. Yes, he was going to fuck her. But only when he'd felt she'd been defeated and humiliated enough.
"AHHHHH!"
Ginny felt him yank the crop out of her pussy hole and jerk it once more at her asshole. The girl felt as if he were driving the thing up her belly! She clawed the wall, digging the tips into the cement blocks. Her arms knotted. Her knees and tits banged against the wall.
Ohhhhh, the aching was terrible! A strange kind of fire, however, was starting in the rim of her asshole as he moved the crop in and out. Ginny found, to her amazement, that her hips went back, actually offering more of her tortured ass to him.
Paul yanked the crop out of her asshole, and Ginny felt as if he'd carried half her guts with it. There was a weird, twisted feeling in and around her shitter. Paul trailed the crop around her buttocks, sometimes playing with her asshole, sometimes moving it up to her pussy. She could hear him breathing heavily and unevenly behind her.
"Yes, good piece of ass," he moaned.
Ginny waited with terror pounding in her brain. She thought of hanging there helplessly while he shoved that cock in her pussy, or up her asshole again. Ginny tried twisting her head around to see what Paul was doing.
Then suddenly she was caught in a whirlpool of violence. The biology teacher grabbed the fronts of her thighs. She could hear something scraping behind her. He'd moved a box over with his feet and was now standing on it, placing him a foot or so higher than before. He was going to fuck her in the ass, drive that fat, thick cock up her shitter again.
Oh, God, no, no, she couldn't take that! "You're shit . . . you're all shit and I'm going to feel your shit on my dick," Paul growled. Ohhhh, no, he was going to rip her apart if he fucked her that way. Maybe she could bring him off fast without having to go through the agony of a long, slow ass-fucking.
Ginny moved her ass as sensuously as she could. The slow insertion of his dick was killing her. Ohhh, it was splitting her wide open!
"YAAHAHHHHH!"
"Take it, bitch, take my dick up your goddamned fuckin' ass!"
"NOOOOOO!" the girl wailed, throwing back her head and hunching against the wall.
The pain in her ass was getting more intense, radiating to the edges of her tortured buttocks. The widening of his cock seemed to go on forever. Ginny cried, the tears burning her whip-slashed face. She couldn't even put her toes on the floor. The slowness of his cock driving up kept her from doing that.
"Yeah, yeah," he sighed, moving both hands up to her tits and sliding his fingers over her nipples. He twisted them, pinched them cruelly. Ginny thought her tits would come off.
Ohhh, yes, that was it, he was going to tear her apart with his bare hands!
Then Ginny felt an easing of the pressure in her ass. The head of his dick had finally popped past the tight ring of her asshole. She straightened her legs, just starting to take some of the strain off her arms. His body was actually holding her up slightly, easing the tearing agony of those cuffs biting into the flesh of her wrists.
Then suddenly her arms and legs spasmed. The teacher had started pulling his cock back out. The reversed tugging was as if someone had attached a vacuum to her shitter.
Ginny bit her lip. She didn't want to sob now. No, that was exactly what Paul wanted. She pushed her buttocks toward him. Cum, cum, damn it, and leave me alone, the tortured teenager cried to herself as she sought relief from the obscene sucking feeling she felt in her shitter.
Paul stopped for a second, then shoved back in. Ginny squealed like a stuck pig, her pussy trembling with heat. His fat cock was massaging the sensitive nerve-endings of her asshole.
Ginny felt completely confused and torn. She pushed her tits into his hands, feeling the pain from her nipples actually growing into pleasure. Her round, firm ass cheeks flexed lewdly around Paul Martin's hard, flat belly. It was as if she were looking for more dick meat to be fed up her tortured shitter.
The sliding of his cock as it sliced deeper into her ass sent shivery thrills through her butt. Ginny felt her body stuffed to the bursting point with the teacher's prick. She thought he'd surely have to stop. She couldn't take much more of this. Ohhh, how hot her cunt was and how her body ached and spasmed with pleasure. The conflicting feelings tortured the trembling, screaming girl.
The fat head kept going in, sliding farther and farther up her shitter. The blonde sixteen-year-old kept thinking of that fat bar of dick meat in her ass-swelling up with excitement, lengthening, drooling cum. It was as if someone had shoved a cannon ball up her ass.
The steady pressure eased a third time. Ginny felt his belly resting on the tops of her buttocks. Surely he'd fucked all his cock meat into her. She let out a long sigh, relaxing for a second. Then Paul started to pull out again. Ginny stiffened and jerked her head back. She thought he'd pulled a foot of dick meat out of her ass.
Then the teacher started forward again, catching his breath as he rested his chin on the back of her head and grunted obscenely.
The strange feeling of fullness inside her was starting to excite the young girl. It wasn't like the heat rising in her cunt. It was a special kind of heat-a wild spice she'd tasted before when she was fucked in the butt. But now, the fucking there and the beating fully exposed the girl to wild pleasure.
"Ahhhhh!" His fat dick went deeper, past where the last downward stroke had carried it. Ginny sucked in a ragged breath, shuddering in the thick, cold air. It was a horrible thing to think, but she wanted more dick meat in her ass. Yes, more cock, more cock! Her lips formed the words, but she decided to say nothing. No, her body was saying it all. The way she moved, twisted, moaned, told Paul Martin everything he wanted to know about her reaction.
The tempo of his ass-ripping cock increased. Ginny squeezed her ass tightly around him, trying to drag out more sensuous feelings from his dick. She didn't care how much he hurt her now. She just wanted that cock to drive into her until the spinning ball of heat in her belly and ass exploded.
But Paul could keep from cumming. He thrust back and forth, gradually increasing the speed of his strokes until Ginny thought she'd melt. The hot friction in her dry ass was like gasoline in an open wound. As the ramming length of his strokes grew, she felt the drag of her cunt lips milk more juice from her hot, hairy hole. Heat licked up her erect clit. The steady, wild heat around her pussy and shitter built up until the girl was nothing more than a mass of sex flesh, lusting for a wild cum.
Ginny grunted with the effort of keeping up with his strokes. The pain of her crossed arms, of the rings biting into her wrists, disappeared. All she could feel was her throbbing, pulsating cunt and her violated asshole being worked up more and more. She was panting, matching her uneven breaths to Paul's.
Her mind went blank in the sexual heat. She didn't care what happened to her or her ass any more. The rigid bar of dick meat in her butt seemed to slow down. And then, with a sweaty slap of his hard belly against her buttocks, Ginny could feel him drive in his dick all the way. The lining of her ass stretched to its tearing point. She could feel the maximum amount of horrible thrills tearing at her body.
Yes, fucking was everything. Fucking in the ass was good, maybe even better than fucking in the cunt. She could feel one of the teacher's hands sliding down her belly, going lower and lower until the fingertips were caressing the stiff nub of her clit. Yes, oh, God, yes, she was pissing on herself again in excitement. The young girl couldn't control anything any more. She was one big throbbing clit. She twisted her ass around, rolled her shoulders from side to side, screamed, moaned, begged for more dick. When Paul pinched her clit, Ginny thought she'd pass out.
Ohhh, they could do anything they wanted to her now. What a way to die. Yes, the girl even thought about dying like this, being murdered while in the throes of orgasm. She'd heard stories like that. Ohhh, how wonderful that would be!
Paul grunted behind her. He pulled his cock out, sucking at her asshole lining. She hunched her ass back and forth in a counter rhythm to Paul's fucking strokes. Ginny could tell the young biology teacher was close to shooting his load. Any second, the two of them would shoot off in glorious orgasms.
Then it happened. She screamed, stiffening every muscle in her body when she felt a wildfire of cum in her ass blow up. The thick spurting jizz of the teacher's cum burned the lining of her asshole like jets of gasoline. Ginny's cunt snapped shut on Paul's hand as her ass milked his shooting dick.
She twitched and jerked, beating her body against the wall.
The pain in her shoulders was coming back. Ohhh, she might have pulled something out of a socket. Who cared? She was cumming, blowing her load as Paul was doing up her butt. She could feel that fat long cock twitching and dancing as it filled her with wonderful, white-hot spunk!
Ginny's tits were mashed under his squeezing hands. Her face hit the wall so hard she could feel bumps rising. But everything was ignored for the wild pleasure in her cumming cunt. The lightning like jolts of heat in her pussy increased the spasming sensations in her ass. Ginny's mind whirled in the wild sexuality gripping her. Every motion of Paul's firing dick made the girl wish he could keep fucking her that way forever.
"Nooooo!" Ginny cried when she felt him pulling his cock away. She wanted that cock to stay in her ass. But it was over. Paul was satisfied, grunting with pleasure like a glutted animal.
"Burt. Burt, come on and let's take her home. You know how to work it."
Ginny looked down heavy-lidded. The young athlete had been there all the time, beating his meat as he watched Ginny's torture.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The story had spread through the school like wildfire. Ginny had been molested on the way back from Mr. Martin's home-kidnapped, beaten and (they whispered) raped repeatedly! In fact, raped so much she could hardly walk when her parents found her moaning on the front lawn.
No one, not even the police wanted to question her too long on what happened. The young blonde went into hysterics whenever anyone mentioned what had happened. She gave vague fictitious descriptions, praying to God the police and her parents would believe her. The whip marks sickened the authorities, who vowed they'd catch whoever had done this horrible thing to her.
Several times the young teenager had started to tell the truth. Then she thought of all those pictures. Yes, she'd put Mr. Martin behind bars. But for how long? A parole board would let him out in a year or two. And then he'd be after her, stalking her like an animal until he did something even worse than he'd done before!
And then there were those photos of her having sex with a dog, of her getting fucked, of her sucking a dick. And none of them appeared as if Ginny were being forced to do these horrible acts! In the end, the blonde said nothing, wanting only to be left alone.
Two months passed since her ordeal before she went back to school. She'd dropped Mr. Martin's class for reasons, she said, of grades. She couldn't bear to look at the instructor, although she had to put up with seeing Burt Roberts often.
One evening as she was walking home from school, the teenager noticed Burt's car stalking her on the deserted street. Stopping, she hugged her books to her tits and watched with mixed feelings.
"Hey, Ginny," he called, his face looking somewhat repentant.
"Don't ..." Ginny started to say, then stopped. She wasn't in any position to tell him what to do. The girl prayed that he wasn't going to tell her to come to Mr. Martin's home for another session. She'd still been having nightmares about what had happened, although some of the dreams weren't all that unpleasant, much to her horror.
"Hey, I'm not gonna do anything. I've got something here," he said, pulling out a manila envelope. Ginny sucked in a breath of horror. So, he'd come here to torture her with those horrible pictures.
"Go away," she said, turning away with tears in her eyes. Why didn't he just throw them in the main hall at school and let anyone see them. At least the fear of being discovered would be gone!
"No, I took these from Mr. Martin's desk. Hey, look!"
Ginny stopped and turned around again. He was tearing them up one at a time, tearing them to shreds and putting them back in the envelope.
"You can have these and burn them," he said after ripping up the last one. Ginny approached the car suspiciously, taking the envelope from Paul and looking into it. She laid her books on the hood and started picking up the pieces of torn photos. Yes, she could see these were shots of her night of horror.
"Why?"
"Hey, I'm through with that sickie. Last night he said we had to get you down there again. He's really turned on to you. I've been rethinking about what he's got me into. I kinda figured it wasn't worth it. So I took these shots of you, plus some others of him beating a couple of other girls. I told him I'd show them all if he didn't leave us alone."
"And . . . " Ginny's heart was beating. Could it be she was finally free?
"He didn't say anything. But I heard today from a buddy of mine that he's resigning his position. Gonna go somewhere else to teach," Burt said, licking his lips with satisfaction.
Ginny sighed with relief. For a second she wanted to pursue him, make him pay for what he'd done to her. There were still marks on her body, several of which would never go away. But then, she had the photos-no, she'd leave well enough alone. She couldn't expose herself and her family to the kind of trial that would ensue.
"Thank you," she said modestly, taking the manila envelope and sliding it under her books.
"You want a ride home?" Burt said openly.
"Yes, yes that would be nice," Ginny said, feeling her animosity toward him dropping. Yes, he'd been part of that horror. But he was responsible for relieving her of it, as well.
As she slid into the car and slammed the door, she thought of that first night with him, the first night when he'd driven off the expressway and pulled behind the rest stop. That was when she'd lost her cherry, and lost it in such a wonderful way!
"I thought maybe we'd stop off on the way home," Burt suggested as he turned onto the main highway.
Ginny felt her flesh crawl with excitement as the old car raced along the two laned expressway. The sun was going down. They were going back to that same area.
Ohhh, she shouldn't be feeling this way-especially toward him. But yet, all those days without any sex-ohhh, how horny it had made her, in spite of the horror she had experienced. Ginny sank her ass into the plush, comfortable front seat, still hugging her books and that manila folder to her tits. She kept her eyes away from Burt.
She could feel her pussy getting all hot and wet again. The bruises were gone. The horror was gone. She was beyond the hurt and pain. All she could think of was that she was sixteen, young and nearly innocent. The wild fuckings, the licking and fucking by that horrible dog, the beating and final ass-fucking Paul Martin had given her, faded from her mind.
Maybe that kind of forgetfulness was a blessing. What was the purpose in dragging it all up? She had to forget, forget and get on with her life. She was so young, and so was Burt. Bad things had happened to them in the past. Now they were alone together, and it was time to forget and go on.
"He's far away?" Ginny asked, opening the door and smoothing down her hair. It was a lovely sunset. The sky was red and purple, the air surprisingly warm. She could feel wild flutterings in her pussy as her cunt flesh became moist and swollen. A crazy ticklish sensation in her crotch told the girl she was dribbling cunt juice through her matted pussy hairs.
"I think so. I don't think he wants to be around us much longer," Burt said, slamming his door shut and walking around to her side of the car.
Ginny kept out of reach as she walked down a small incline away from the car and the rest stop. Behind her, she could hear the rushing sounds of cars heading toward Boston. As the sun rapidly faded the girl threaded her way through the thick growth until she came to the clearing where she'd first been fucked. Burt was right behind her.
Neither said a word. Burt knew exactly what was on the girl's mind. In spite of everything, Ginny wanted him-wanted a cock, miles and miles of hard, throbbing rod stuffed up her pussy. That was one thing Paul Martin had done for her. He had awakened a burning hunger for wild sex.
Burt slid his arms around her and felt her tits, then turned her around and lowered his face to hers. Ginny let out a low sigh of sexual relief as she felt his hands move over her ass mounds, pulling them apart, making her bloated cunt lips unstick and peel apart with the pressure.
They fumbled with one another's clothing, laughing at times at their clumsiness, finally stripping. How fine Burt's naked, strong body looked. For a second her mind flashed back to the basement. But that was all over. Somehow it was different now.
"Suck me!"
Ginny was uninhibited enough now to obey without thinking twice. She liked this ordering around. That was another thing Paul Martin had taught her-the love of obedience. Yes, she was a masochist. She only hoped Burt wouldn't take too much advantage of it.
"Ummmmm," she sighed happily as his cock bobbed up and down with his heartbeat. Ginny sank to her knees. The sight of that fat, long dick made her pussy quiver with excitement. It was knotting up with sexual tension. Only now did the girl realized just how much she missed fucking. Even when she was lying in the hospital bed, recuperating, she thought of dicks-cocks running up cunts, jamming into assholes. Yes, dick meat, and now she was going to get it.
"Suck me off," he repeated.
Ginny could almost feel how wide that dick would stretch her pussy when he fucked her. And the girl knew Burt was going to slip his cock into her soon. Sweat was already running down his chest and belly. The young girl smiled, then opened her mouth and slid her tongue over his cock. She kept on sliding forward until she was almost between his legs, sucking his balls into her mouth. How good it was to feel his dick flesh pressing against the insides of her cheeks, making them puff out from the pressure.
"Ohhh, baby," Burt whispered. "I want to fuck you good."
"Do it, fuck me now! Fuck me now!" Ginny cried urgently, pulling her mouth free. The two of them tangled together, rolling onto the grass with Burt straddling her. She was begging to be fucked, rolling her head on the ground. Burt rubbed the slippery fat head of his cock against her soft pussy. His hands slid over her swollen tits, then moved behind her to dig into the soft cushions of her buttocks. Grabbing her hard, he pulled her body onto his.
Ginny sighed happily, feeling the big cockhead working into her tight hole. She wiggled her ass around nervously, pushing the thick dickhead into her cunt. While she twisted, the lips of her pussy stretched. Ginny felt the fat head ease into her juicy hot fuck-tunnel.
"Yes, oh, God, yes! Fuck me!" the girl cried. How much she'd changed! When they were fucking before, she didn't have the courage to tell Burt just how much she needed him. But after that night in Mr. Martin's basement, Ginny had few secrets to keep from the football player.
"Ohhh, baby, I'm not gonna tease you," Burt said, shoving his hips forward. Ginny could feel her clit being brushed by the thick throbbing shaft. She shuddered, twisting her head around and sinking her teeth into Burt's shoulder.
"Ohhhhh!" Ginny felt the thick rod sliding in, pushing between her fat split lips and going in. He groaned as he worked it deeper and deeper into her. She loved the feeling of his cock and balls in her. She started shoving her ass up and down, trying to grease up his dick with her juice. His ass ground down on the downstroke now. He twisted his hips so his prick could rub her stiff, raw clit. His chest was pushed hard against her stiffened nipples, crushing those tips with his hot flesh.
"Burt, Burt," she panted over and over as she felt him working in her cunt. Her body felt hot and lush. "Yes, yessss!" she hissed, spreading her legs wider apart. She wanted more hard dick ramming her pussy. She begged him frantically, tossing her body wildly on the grass, fucking back with as much vigor as he was.
Burt kept his cock going in and out. His balls ached and pushed against his dick root. Then he stiffened, his body twitching and jerking on top of hers.
"Cumming!" he cried.
Ginny could feel the throbs of his dick meat match the suddenly explosion in her cunt. She cried out, tightening her grip on his cock as her clit triggered an orgasmic explosion deep in her pussy.
"NOOOOOO!" she screamed. The hot jets of jizz burned into her hole, spilling out and engulfing her cumming clit in a sea of white-hot spunk. The two of them melted together in a mass of thrusting, bucking flesh.
When it was all over, Burt rolled onto his side, pulling her against him. Ginny was cuddled in his arms, feeling relaxed.
"It's all over," he said softly.
"Only with Mr. Martin, I hope," Ginny said.
Burt pulled back for a second and smiled.
"Only with Mr. Martin," he repeated, snuggling back again. "It's gonna be a nice year."
Ginny agreed with a tired yawn, snuggling closer and glad the nightmare had turned out to be a pleasant dream after all.
