"You-you don't know what you're talking about," she whispered.
Gus didn't answer her. Dropping one hand to his crotch, he rubbed his fingers along the greasy khaki material. Ginny knew what he was doing. She could see the stretched material pulling tight over his prick, revealing the full length and thickness of his fuck rod.
"No!" she gasped.
Ginny shook her head, backing away from the janitor.
"If you don't let me go, I'll scream. And I don't care what you say. Ill tell everybody you tried to touch me and-and…"
Gus' face turned darker as his hand dropped from his crotch. Straightening, he moved his leg from the stairs. Above them they could hear several couples about to descend to the basement.
"You're okay now. But don't count on it anymore. Ol' Gus don't give up that easy."
Ginny rushed past him, holding her breath so she wouldn't have to smell his greasy flesh. What a terrible encounter to have right after that wonderful session with Justin. Well, she'd just ignore it. Climbing the stairs, feeling the cummy slide of her cunt lips against one another, Ginny had to grip the handrail to keep from falling on her face. More than once someone came up to her and wondered if she was all right. It was only when she saw Cindy standing by the office, talking to two other girls, that Ginny felt a little of her old strength come back. Wouldn't her friend just burst when she heard what had happened while everybody was in Mrs. Johnson's class, getting good and bored?
"What went on?" Cindy asked breathlessly, walking next to her friend. It was the last period, one that was relatively free for both girls. Ginny looked around her, then breathlessly told Cindy everything. The young brunette stopped by the water fountain, her eyes wide.
"You did it? You really – really fucked him?" she asked, lowering her voice. Her eyes glistened and her mouth dropped open.
"Oh, it was wonderful," Ginny said dreamily, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment and excitement.
"Wow! Doing that scares me… kind of," Cindy said.
Only now was Ginny terribly aware that she had no panties on. When would Justin call to give them back? And what price would he extract from her for her panties?
"Did it hurt?"
Ginny thought of the way he'd mistreated her, the slapping, the hair-pulling, the dirty words. Those were things she felt she couldn't share with Cindy.
"Kind of. But then it got all kind of dreamy and fuzzy and – and, oh, I don't know. It was so good I couldn't keep my mind straight."
Ginny was tempted to tell her friend more. But Justin's way of fucking was too wild, she thought, for most people to handle. The rub of her skirt against her pussy was starting to get her going again. Just thinking and talking about what happened last period drove up her excitement. She'd have to stop talking or God only knew what would happen.
"Well, I think I'd go nuts if someone like Justin made love to me," Cindy agreed, nodding her head.
They strolled away from the water fountain through the thinning crowd. Some of the kids were going home, talking excitedly about the Halloween dance coming up in several days. It was only when they turned the corner that Ginny let out an exclamation of surprise. It was Gus, kneeling by another fountain and muttering obscenities as he fiddled with the plumbing. Mr. Twain, the physics teacher, was standing above him, frowning at the dirty janitor while shaking his head.
"Going home, girls?"
Gus turned around, saw Ginny, then leered heavily at her before going back to his thankless job.
"Uh, yes, Mr. Twain. Goodnight," Ginny said, strolling past the men.
"Did you see the way that janitor looked at you?" Cindy whispered.
Ginny nodded as they stepped carefully down the steps in front of the school. It was starting to cloud up already, a chilly breeze blowing in from the north and stirring the leaves of the trees nearby.
"I don't wanna think about him," Ginny said, trying to affect a bored expression.
"Yeah, I guess. If someone had fucked, me like that, I wouldn't care about any creepy ol' janitor."
"Yeah. Oh, it was wonderful when he fingered me until I thought I was going to scream."
"Oh, wow," Cindy said, perking up as Ginny replayed what had happened between her and Justin.
"And then – well, I'd better go home," Ginny said. "My mother – I guess I feel kinda guilty and all that."
"Guess so. I wish something like that would happen to me. Justin! Boy, you sure went first-class," Cindy said enviously, as the two girls parted company at the corner.
All the way home, Ginny felt herself walking on a cloud. The slick rub of her cunt lips against one another was a continuous reminder of what had happened to her. She could almost feel Justin's hands on her, his finger up her ass, his prick fucking her cunt until she screamed through those gagging panties.
That evening Ginny could hardly read her books. Every time she opened her history book, she thought of Justin and the way he had fucked her. She had cut Mrs. Johnson's class for cock, and would have done it again. Her mother had said little when the girl hardly touched her food, commenting only on the fact that she seemed a little more pensive that evening. At nine-thirty her pink princess phone rang. Thinking it to be Cindy, Ginny closed her book with a sigh and scooted across the bed, brushing her hair from her eyes.
"Hi. It's Justin. Doing anything special tonight?"
"Justin!"
Ginny tried to calm her breathing.
"I-I didn't expect you to call. How did you know my phone number?"
"I want to see you tonight."
His voice was cocky, self-assured. Ginny squeezed the pink receiver in her damp palm and scooted back until her spine rested against the headboard. She could imagine him sitting in his bedroom, one hand between his legs as he touched his cock.
"You can't come to see me! My mother – you can't come over."
"Then you come to me," he said. "I wanna do nice things to your body again. And I've been sniffin' your panties, thinking about what nice things we did today. Remember?"
Of course, she remembered. She flushed at the thought of the two of them fucking tonight, sneaking from the house so she could have a late night rendezvous. Oh, Cindy would be furious with jealousy when she told her about this.
"I want you to come over to the school tight now. I'll be waiting. I want to kiss your tits. Gonna touch each nipple real slow. I'm gonna lick it until you start begging for more. Just like you did today. Yeah, gonna eat those pretty little tits 'til you start babbling."
Ginny blushed furiously. She panted hard, feeling dizzy as her cunt heated up under Justin's dirty words. She squirmed on the bed, her knees clenched together while that slick feeling washed over her cunt lips. Her pussy muscles, convulsed deep inside.
"No. I can't. My mom's downstairs watching TV. She'll see me if I go out. Besides, why should I come to school. Nobody's there."
"My folks are at home. I'm in the coach's office now. We were practicing late. He trusts me, gives me the keys to the outside door here. Don't have to go in through the main entrance."
She could imagine how well Justin used the coach's trust to lure girls into the room.
"I don't know."
"You could hang up. I won't call again. But then again, you won't get your panties back, and probably won't see me like this afternoon." He was laughing at her weakness. He knew what she wanted.
"Come on, baby. Gonna fuck you. Real slow is how I'll do it. It'll be just like today. Only you won't have that cherry to get in the way."
"Ohhhh, God!"
Ginny felt the hot, sweaty rub of the receiver against her ear. She couldn't say no, now. She'd been thinking about Justin all night. And now here he was, phoning her, talking dirty to her and inviting her for another fucking session. Was she becoming a nymphomaniac? Ginny pushed those uncomfortable questions from her mind. All she knew was that her cunt was hot and Justin could put out that aching fire.