"Uhhhhh!" Ginny gasped, tears of delight running down her cheeks.
She knew he was going to shoot his wad into her. She knew his hot, sticky jizz was going to clog her cunt. Her soft whimpers became louder sobs as she started realizing she was enjoying what he was doing to her. The continual jerky fuck thrusts of his cock had built up sensations she had never been aware of before. Justin rode her like a pro, his hands gripping her hipbones. At times he slid them back, his fingers cupping her ass cheeks and holding them rolled back so he could fuck deeper.
"Fuckin' slut, fuckin' whore. Gonna make – uhhh – gonna make you feel my prick all the way."
The bell! Above the room, Ginny could hear the class-change bell. And still Justin fucked her. Oh, what would become of her?
CHAPTER FOUR
"That away, baby. Come on, move that ass, move it around and make me feel real good!"
Justin fucked his cock in faster and faster. Ginny knew his cum was about to boil out of his prick head. She could see the animal state in his eyes and knew he was going to blow his wad into her.
"Uhhhhhh!" he grunted.
Ginny was going crazy with sensation. Perspiration streaked her body as again and again Justin fucked long, low and deep into her cunt. At the last moment he slipped his right hand down, curling it until his fingertip was brushing up against her asshole.
"Noooofffffff!" she cried.
Justin managed to jab his finger up to the first joint into her ass before he came. Ginny heard the young man let out a wail. Glancing up through her long blonde lashes, she watched as he snapped his head from side to side. The veins stood out in his throat while his chest heaved mightily up and down. Oh, he was shooting. Yes, she could feel something very hot and wet and sticky spattering against her cunt walls. He was fire-hosing his jizz into her, and she loved every second of it!
Ginny knew she should have howled with pain and humiliation. Instead she was sighing with mounting lust, gasping like the gutter animal she felt herself to be. Yes, she was no better than Justin. This fucking had proven that. It had started somewhat against her will. But now he didn't have to hold her down to the couch. Justin didn't have to twist and tear at her hair. No, she wanted more and more. It was too good to stop. Her body shivered and twitched with lewd needs while her ass cheeks ground up to meet his fuck thrusts. Fucking, sucking were everything the girl wanted as Justin shot more and more of his load into her.
"Yaghghghghhhfhhfff!" she screamed through the gag.
Millions of hot, sparking needles seemed to pierce her clit as she slipped into a fit of cumming. Screaming as loudly as she could, the girl felt her cunt milking down hard on Justin's shooting prick. Again and again, her pussy cinched down, gripping and hugging that hunk of cock meat as more and more of his hot white jism sprayed into her cunt. Ginny found herself drifting on golden clouds of ecstasy while her pussy milked and snapped hard against the big stud's fucking cock.
"Uhhhhh," she moaned.
Even after Justin's prick stopped sending rope-like streamers of jizz into her pussy, the girl twisted and writhed under his body. Oh, yes, she loved that feeling, loved the sensation of having her cunt filled, really filled by his hot cock.
"Baby, baby, that was one fuckin' good lay. Man, that was fuckin' A, Ginny, real fuckin' A," Justin sighed.
The girl lay there quietly, her arms hanging limply down from the couch. She felt the hot weight of his body against hers, the muscles pressing the air from her lungs. It was all so good, so very, good! It was only when she heard shuffling outside the door that the teen realized both of them were in an extremely compromising position.
"Justin. The bell! Oh, God!"
"Fuck!"
Ginny was still fighting off the glow that made movement almost painful. Justin had pulled from her cunt quickly, streams of his cum oozing from her pussy slit. How she wanted just to lay there with him, to continue feeling his prick stretching her cunt walls apart. But there was no time. She could hear laughter outside in the hall. Even though they were deep in the bowels of the school, surely the coach or some members of the team would be nearby. All they had to do was be seen sneaking from the office and word would be all over school. Pulling her panties from her mouth, Ginny stood up shakily. They were so damp. She couldn't put them on.
"Come on, man. Somebody's gonna come in and find us," Justin said.
Ginny thought of the horrified look on her mother's face if she were to learn the truth, and she dressed frenziedly. Somehow she'd managed to slip on her bra, then get into her skirt and blouse without falling onto the floor. As she sat on the edge of the couch, sliding her feet into the sandals, Justin tucked his t-shirt into his Levi's, bending down and picking up her scattered papers and books.
"My panties!" Ginny exclaimed, taking her books from Justin and heading for the door. She looked frantically around the floor, and couldn't find them.
"I'll hunt'em down. You gotta get outta here now, Ginny. I'll call you later and we can have a return-party date, okay?"
She felt weak, too weak and drained to protest. Hugging her books, she staggered to the door.
"You okay?"
"Yes. I – ohhhh, Justin!"
Her cunt still hungered for his prick. This had been her first fuck. And now all she could think of was fucking, of having that stud's cock inside her, ramming down against her clit. But Justin was firm.
"Not now. Come on out," he said.
As insistent as he had been fucking her, he was now pushing her away. Ginny cast one longing look over her shoulder, then shuffled from the room. Hearing the door slam behind her, the girl stood in front of it for several moments, wondering what would happen now. She had done it, gone all the way. Should she tell Cindy? It was something she had to share, had to tell someone about or she'd burst.
These and other similar thoughts filled her head as she walked moodily away from the coaches' office. It was only when she reached the stairs that Ginny realized someone was staring at her.
It was that dreadful janitor, the one she and Cindy had talked about in the hall some forty-five minutes earlier. He was leaning against the handrail of the stairs, effectively blocking her way. There was no one around at the moment, and he was taking full advantage of the situation. There was a hideous grin on his face, one that made the girl feel suddenly dirty all over.
"Excuse me," she said, lowering her eyes modestly and starting for the stairs.
But the janitor didn't move. He stayed there, one leg blocking her way. Ginny could easily have jumped over and raced up the steps to safety. But she refused to play his game.
Backing away, she hugged her notebook a little tighter her eyes flaring up.
"I said excuse me. I have to get to class," Ginny said as firmly as she could.
His smile only increased, the wrinkles around his eyes becoming more pronounced like some hideous spider web layering his face. It was only now that the teen realized how repulsive this man was, like some overgrown gnome. She looked over her shoulders back at the office. If he tried anything Ginny knew she could run back to Justin and be safe.
"What's the matter? You wanna go back to your boyfriend and fuck around again. You don't wanna be nice to Gus?"
Ginny's mouth dropped open. She wasn't schooled in handling men like the janitor, and her guilt showed through easily. His grin grew more hellish, his lips pulling back and revealing his hideous tobacco-stained teeth. Ginny felt sick all over.