Betty sobbed louder, feeling that prick withdrawing. She knew it was true, true! Try as hard as she could to fight the horrible reality, she knew it was true. Hank had peered down into her soul and seen the truth. Now he was laughing at her when she tried to deny it. How she hated him for that truth, for telling it to her!
'I've gotta get home, baby. Got practice tomorrow. Take care of your friend. Maybe we can work somethin' up later… after I fuck you,' Hank said, bending over and kissing Annie hard on the lips.
For the next few moments Betty lay defeated and broken on the floor. She heard Hank dressing, heard Annie scampering up the floor after him. There was the sound of the outside door closing. She guessed she should be leaving, should be gathering up her clothes and getting out of here. But she was so weak, so driven into the dirt!
'Oh, wow, it's late! Come on, Betty, come on, you've gotta get dressed or something. My folks are gonna be home in a half hour!'
Betty groaned, pushing her hands under her body and slowly getting up. She brushed back her long hair, shivering as she felt some of Hank's cum dribble from her violated cunthole and trickle down both her inner thighs.
'I know you're feeling weird. But you gotta get outta here, honey. Come on, you'll feel better later on. I was just about that way when I first got fucked.'
How could she talk so flippantly about it? Betty said nothing, confused, unsure of how she was supposed to act. She moved around as if drugged, gathering up her clothes, following Annie up the stairs to the big bathroom where she showered. How good that hot water felt, and how especially good the soap felt as she worked it over her swollen cunt. Yes, her pussy was still puffy, still aroused, ready for another fucking, she guessed. Had Hank touched some kind of button, turned her into some kind of raving whore? Had all those years of deprivation done something to her? Perhaps if she had been more normal like Annie – she wouldn't have this desire to go bed all the time. Now all she could think about was Hank's prick – that fat juicy cock dangling from between his legs and how good it felt reaming her out.
That night she managed to avoid having a prolonged conversation with her mother. Mumbling goodnight, Betty dragged herself upstairs, closing the door and falling across her bed. She tried to sleep! But nothing came of it. The moment she was alone, all she could think of was Hank sticking his cock into her, or of Annie grabbing her asscheeks, fucking her tongue up her pussy. And when she did fall asleep those mental images became all that sharper in her tortured dreams.
She tossed and turned in bed, the sheets wrapped around her legs while her cunt burned and throbbed all night. Had she cum in her dreams? The girl thought so. It was so hard, so very very difficult for her to think straight that morning when she finally aroused herself. Those terrible dreams of both Annie and Hank fucking and sucking her had drained the girl.
'You're looking tired, dear,' her mother said, serving her a plate of bacon and eggs as she shuffled into the kitchen and sat down.
'I didn't sleep much, mother. I've got a big history exam today and I'm worried about it,' she said, picking up her juice glass and swallowing the bitter orange drink.
'Oh, yes, that's why you were over at Annie's – studying. I do wish you'd sea other girls,' her mother said, sitting down opposite and brushing back her hair.
Betty studied her mother. Tall, attractive, firm pouting tits. She could see why men wanted her mother even now. She could have had a good time, maybe even a better one than Betty had had last night. What was stopping her? Betty blushed at her silent conversation. What a terrible thing to be thinking about one's own mother.
'Annie's fine. I've got to hurry,' Betty said, closing the conversation.
She bolted down her food, grabbed her books and nearly ran out the door. As she faced her mother, the girl felt growing guilt and shame. She might have said something, might have done something that had tipped off her mother. No, no one could know of that evening. It had to be her deep dark secret – hers and Hank's and Annie's.
At school things went normally. She saw Annie once or twice in the morning in the halls and waved. Hank was nowhere to be seen. That was good. The girl couldn't have faced him. The thought of looking into his eyes, hearing his mocking laughter there in front of all the kids made her nervous.
With these thoughts in mind, the girl was strolling down the main corridor past the principal's office, hugging her books close to her body when the realized someone was purposely standing in front of her, blocking her way. Raising her eyes, she saw it was Gino. Her heart contracted.
'Please, I'm on my way to study hall,' she muttered, her fingers turning icy. Her tits were starting to swell until her nipples were tense and itchy again. God, what kind of girl was she? Everything in the world had happened to her the other night, it seemed. And yet she was still game for more.
'Yeah, sure. Study, huh? Real bookworm,' Gino said, smirking down at her. He ran his fingers along her notebook, staring hotly at her. Betty felt her knees trembling, felt the strength going out of her legs. She was showing her excitement, her fear. She knew it, could sense Gino's growing amusement and arousal. 'That's not what Hank tells me.'
Betty nearly dropped dead. It was all she could do to run around the big stud, fighting back the tears, feeling his eyes boring through her clothes. He told! He told!
CHAPTER EIGHT
'He told, Annie, he told!'
Betty was in tears, clutching her lunch bag and sinking down in her chair. The cafeteria was almost empty. In a few minutes she had to be in American history class. But she had to talk to her best girlfriend.
'I don't believe it. Hank wouldn't… well, I don't know,' she said thoughtfully, rubbing one finger over her chin.
'Oh, I don't know what to do,' the girl moaned, hiding her head in her hands. It was as if the world had crashed to an end. How could she face anyone at school? It would happen to her as she'd seen it happen to other girls. There would be a scandal. The girls would start talking about it. Soon the teachers, the principal, and finally her mother would find out about it. She would have to transfer schools. And she was in her senior year! The horror of being found out, of having her reputation dragged through the mud and laughed at nearly made her faint. She heard the bell. For a moment Betty thought of gathering up her books and just running out the hall into the street. She would never go back to school again. She would rather die than having everyone sneering and laughing at her.
'Maybe just Gino. Let me talk to him. I don't know why he would have done something like that. He never did it with me,' Annie said, wrinkling up her forehead in confusion.
'You're different. It's just that he wanted to hurt me… I don't know why, but he did and…'
'He and Gino are good friends,' Annie went on. 'And you said Gino leaned on you yesterday. Maybe he's just helping out a friend.' Annie shrugged, shaking several loose locks of her long brown hair from her face.
Betty was horrified.
'Helping out a friend? That way? You make it sound like he had a flat tire or something.'
'Well, you don't have to make such a deal about it,' Annie sniffed, picking up her books as she slid out from behind the lunch table.
Betty felt crestfallen. She had lost her cherry! She had committed a homosexual act with her best friend, then had gone on to fuck Annie's boyfriend like a rutting bitch. And Annie told her not to make a big deal out of it? She was horrified by her acts and by their consequences!
'Coming to class?'
'I'll be there in awhile. Tell them I'm not feeling well, Annie. Tell them something,' the girl muttered, staring down at the crumbs on the table.
Annie stopped, pursing her lips together and shaking her head slowly from side to side. Hesitating for a moment, the girl walked back to her friend and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
'Look, I'll talk to Hank and try to find out what's going on. If there's anything I can do about it I'll stop this little rumor mill, okay. Now cheer up. See you in class.'
