"Ooooooffffffff!" she gasped.
Ginny doubled over, her hands instinctively gripping her belly. Gus laughed, raising his foot again and jerking it hard against the back of her neck.
Stars exploded behind her eyes as she fell on her hands and knees. She had to get away. Blindly, the girl scurried from her tormentor, sobbing, shaking the long blonde hair from her eyes. Somewhere in the scramble, her sweater had come off and now lay on the floor. Gus pursued her, letting the girl get ahead of him for a few seconds. He enjoyed this, letting his prey skitter ahead for a while, flushed with the hope of escape. No one would escape from him, he knew.
Ginny stopped, turning around and peering like a frightened animal over one shoulder. He was standing there, his legs spread widely apart, a vicious leer on his ugly face. Nowhere could she find escape. The walls seemed to be closing in on her. She drew back, her head under a water fountain. Oh, if only Justin would come out and discover what was going on, he would help her.
"Justin!" she cried, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. Justin swore something and advanced quickly, his hands stretched out for her. Ginny stifled another scream, half twisting around and raising one shoulder protectively against him.
"You ain't gotta choice, bitch."
He dragged her out from under the fountain, by the wrists, hauling her like a sack of potatoes down the hall to the coach's room.
"No, no!"
"Shut up!"
He slapped her again, backhanding the girl into near-submission. Ginny's body slid backward on the slick floor, her head knocking hard against the hard surface. She lay there, arms spread to either side of her body as if she were about to be crucified. Her dress had ridden up to her knees. Weakly she thrust her arms down, her fingers trying to pull down the hem of her skirt modestly below her knees. At that point, she watched Gus unzip his fly. Then he pushed his pants below his knees.
Ginny saw his cock, big, thick, ugly, his dark purple prick tip pulsing with excitement. The knobby vines knotted around his cock shaft. His balls were taut, drawn to the upper portion of his sac. The image of a blade formed in her mind as his cock quickly swelled to its full heat and hardness. She wanted to touch his prick, feel it. And yet her mind was telling her it was awful for her to feel this way. The blows must have knocked the sense from her.
"Yeah, we're gonna have ourselves a real hot time tonight."
Ginny sobbed, pressing her spine against the wall. She clenched her fists, pressing them against her thighs. Her cunt trembled. The thought of having him fucking her, fucking her, after she had had that wonderful experience with Justin in the room, sickened her. Ginny made a face, turning away from the standing janitor.
But Gus wasn't about to be put off. He reached down, curling his fingers around the top of her blouse, and tore down. Ginny struggled, her hands fighting his. But the teen was no match for the janitor. Gus ripped her garment open, tearing the material apart, then jerking it from her body. Next came her skirt. Ginny skittered back on the floor, beating at the ugly man with both her fists. Her blows only made Gus laugh. He dropped to his knees, pushing her back hard while fumbling with her zipper. She heard more tearing, ripping sounds while he muttered something about her zipper sticking. He gave up, joining his hands together near the front of her skirt then rapidly pulling them apart. The plaid material ripped down. In a moment Ginny had been stripped. She lay there on the cold hard cement floor, cringing away from Gus, clad only in her bra and cotton panties.
"Yeah, yeah, that's a good start."
Once during their struggle Ginny had felt his prick brushing up against her arm. It had been as if someone had touched her with a hot iron. She shrank away from it and Gus, praying he'd drop of a heart attack or something.
"Okay, suck it, and suck it good. You try anything, baby, like bitin', and I'm gonna knock that pretty head of yours all around this fuckin' room."
Gus had her on her knees now, her ass cheeks resting uncomfortably on her heels. His pants were gathered around his ankles, while his cock stood out thick and hard. Ginny wrinkled her nose. She could smell the sour, thick odor of his unwashed crotch. But Gus was gathering more of her hair in his fists, pulling at the strands, making her shudder with pain as he drew her face closer to his crotch. When she drew back, he yanked up on her hair, lifting her ass from her heels. Ginny cried out, shaking her head, indicating with a nod that she wouldn't fight him any longer.
"Suck!" he demanded.
Opening her mouth, the girl closed her eyes. A hard pulse leaped at her throat. She swallowed once, then parted her lips a little farther. Ginny could feel something very hot brushing over her pouty lower lip. Then Gus was saying something, moaning while rubbing his cock back and forth over one cheek. She could feel his prick sliding up to her eyes, then into her hair before slipping back to the area around her mouth. He was toying with her, watching her revulsion as he rubbed his prick back and forth against her face. When she shivered too much, the janitor yanked up on her hair, tearing yet more strands from her scalp. Finally he centered his prick head in front, of her mouth. Ginny blinked open her eyes and saw that his cock was about to plunge down her throat. She quaked, her mind rioting with mixed emotions as Gus tensed his thighs and drove in.
"Mmmmfffffff," she choked.
"Ohhh, yeahhhh. It's been a fuckin' long time since I've had head. Head, baby. That's what's it's called. Givin' good head. And you've got a nice, hot tight little mouth. Probably just as tight as your cunt or ass."
Ginny coughed, gagging from the thick hunk of hot cock meat throbbing in her mouth. The veins felt like warm worms squirming down past her lips. Gus only fucked three or four inches in and out of her mouth. He enjoyed peering down, watching his spit-slicked fuck rod sliding in and out, in and out between her thinly stretched lips. His balls swung back and forth, hot, tight with cum wanting to boil out.
"Come on, come on, move that fuckin' tongue around my – ohhhh, yeahhhhh!"
Again Gus jerked up on her hair, giving her commands and tearing at her if she didn't respond fast enough. Ginny flicked her tongue around the groove separating the double lobes. Gus liked that. He shivered, leaning forward, caressing her head while giving her more inches to suck and chew on.
"Come on, baby, tighten up those lips! Oh, yeah, yeah, milkin' my prick just like that. Fuck, baby where the fuck you learn somethin' like that? Justin give you lessons that good?"
Ginny bobbed her head back and forth, feeling the silky sweep of her hair against her shoulders and arms. The girl flicked her tongue more frantically, drawing it down as far as she could, until she curled it around, the arrow-shaped head of Gus' prick.
"Now, go for it, baby. Gonna throat you. Gonna give you it all."
Ginny barely heard what he was saying when she felt his fingers cupping the back of her skull. He was holding onto her, his palms pressed against her ears, flattened against the sides of her head. Then he shoved down, his knees bending slightly and banging against her face. More cock was sliding into her mouth. Ginny swallowed the spit that threatened to choke her. More and more cock head slipped in, sliding over her tongue, past her molars, past her tonsils, going down until she could feel his prick head banging against her throat.
"Nooooofffff!" she cried.
Gus wasn't about to stop. He held her tightly, pressing his hands so tightly, the girl thought he would surely crush her skull. In and out now, in and out, the full eight inches piledriving into her mouth. She could feel the soft slap of his balls against her chin.
Gus shoved forward, keeping his crotch pressed hard against her face. Ginny moaned, trying so back away, feeling dizzy with the lack of oxygen. He was cutting off her air with his prick. She jerked her hands up, pressing her fingertips against his overhanging belly while trying to twist her head away. She had to get some air. Surely she would die if he kept his prick buried in her throat like that!