Paul Gable - In bondage schoolgirl

"Annie! What are you doing?"

Betty Rawlins sat at the lunch table, her face reddening. Glancing quickly across the crowded cafeteria, she spotted several of the boys staring in their direction, silly smiles twisting their faces. She knew why? She knew why they were laughing at her and her friend. Annie was sitting right there in public, sliding her mouth back and forth over a peeled banana.

"Stop it!" Betty hissed, her forehead wrinkling with disapproval.

"You said you wanted to see how to suck cock. See? You've gotta be careful not to leave any teeth marks on this. Same with a guy," the perky brunette said, handing her friend the peeled fruit.

Betty shrank away from her friend, wishing she could sink into the floor and die. Those looks the boys were flashing at them! She could feel their eyes burning through her clothing, warming her tits, making the rubbery tips stand up on end, and brush against her sweater itchily. And her pussy! How warm and wet and tight her cunt was getting as she sat there in the school cafeteria! It was wrong feeling this way! Her mother had told her time and time again that men wanted one thing only – to get between a girl's legs and fuck her. And, when they got what they wanted, they were off for another pussy. That was what had happened to her father. Or so she was told.

"I didn't think you'd do something like like that right here," Betty said, leaning over the table and stopping her friend from repeating the action.

"Huh? Oh, them," Annie said, turning around and seeing several boys grinning back at her. She let out a tired sigh and put the banana back down on the table. "They're just a bunch of creeps. They think they know everything. Well, they don't." Annie, shrugging her shoulders, turned back to her lunch.

"It's still… still wrong," Betty said sulkily, staring at the banana.

"That? Oh, I guess some people think so. But Hank doesn't think so," Annie said confidentially, giggling nervously.

"You mean… you mean you and Hank? Ohhhhhhhh, Annie. I never would've thought…"

A flush of excitement and shame flashed through her body. Betty had always known Annie was more daring than most girls. She guessed that was why she liked the girl so much. But this? Sucking a cock! For a second she thought the brunette had just been teasing her, having learned that technique from reading one of those dirty books she managed to get bold of so often.

"Sure," the girl said, wrapping her half-eaten sandwich back in the aluminum and glancing up at the big clock. "Hank and I have been… well, you know, fucking around for over a year."

Betty felt her body grow lush and hot all over. Her flesh crawled while she could actually feel her pussylips move! They were moving, the rubbery edges slipping against one another while juice bubbled out and dampened her panty crotch. Just thinking about fucking, about her girlfriend stretched out on some bed, spreading her legs open for a stud, made her so warm down there in her cunt. It was awful, whorish to feel what she was feeling.

"How about getting… you know, pregnant and stuff like that?" Betty whispered, leaning over the Formica-topped table again. She thought the whole cafeteria could hear their conversation. Again the girl glanced nervously at the four studs sitting across the aisle, still staring at her and Annie.

"Oh, I take care of myself. And so does Hank," Annie said, narrowing her eyes and smiling knowingly. "Why so many questions? You've somebody on the line you're thinking about fucking?"

The question was like a bolt of lightning! Fucking? Her? The thought of her getting down with a guy made her cunt burn.

"No, no!" she said breathlessly.

But her heart was pounding just at the thought of having someone touch her cunt, touch her with his prick. Prick, cock! How deliciously evil those words sounded, as they echoed through her mind? Fucking! Hours and hours of fucking, of twisting under some stud's body while he fucked his prick in and out, in and out, fucking out her young little fuckhole until she couldn't think! How she would laugh at her mother then, laugh in her face while she bucked and writhed under a cock!

"Betty?"

"Hmmmm? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking."

Annie was so open, so wild, so free! If only she could be like her friend – just a little bit. How many problems that would solve!

"Anyway, why did you wanna know about sucking cock?" Annie asked, picking up the banana and biting off the tip.

"Just curious. I heard something else about it… dunno," she said dully, looking through her long blonde lashes at the four guys.

"I could tell you lots more – I mean, what me and flank do, you know."

Betty felt shamed beyond belief. It was as if she had peeked into her girlfriend's bedroom, then found she couldn't stop herself from spying.

"I… I don't think I should hear this," Betty said, gathering her books up from the chair next to her.

"Why worry about it? Come on," Annie said, stretching one hand out and laying her fingers gently on the blonde teen's arm. "You gotta kick your mom's hold on you. She's a nun. No, no, she really is," Annie insisted, tightening her grip on Betty as she tried to scoot away.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Betty said, feeling tears spring to her eyes.

"Well, you've got to. God, if my mom were like that…"

Betty saw Annie shuddering at the thought. How she wished she could be like her friend! But that wild life, all those things she did with guys… Betty thought she'd simply die of shame and embarrassment if she tried just anything.

"You know, I never told anybody else this," Annie said confidentially, managing to get Betty back to her seat.

"What?"

Betty felt her heart beating faster. It was going to be another confession, another admission of some sexual freaky thing Annie liked doing. But Betty couldn't tear herself away from her friend. She had to hear it all! The girl felt her heart beating like a trip hammer while her nipples were growing stiffer. And all along Betty was aware of those guys across the aisle staring at her.

"You ever hear about bondage?" Annie said, her thin lips curling up into another knowing smirk.

"Bondage?"

Betty drew back, feeling her flesh crawl.

Someone somewhere had told her stories about women who enjoyed being tied up and beaten. But her best friend Annie couldn't be into something that kinky, that weird! She and Annie were only teenagers. That sort of stuff was for older people.

"Sure, you know, ropes and stuff!"

Betty's eyes widened again. She imagined Annie had screamed out the last few words. The girl was too frozen with surprise and horror to move. Hugging her books to her tits, Betty sat there as Annie began explaining.

"Well, we don't go into the hard stuff – you know, all that leather and whips and stuff. It's too weird. And besides, we don't have enough money for it," the girl said, tracing her fingertips along the smooth table top and playing with a few crumbs.

This can't be happening! She can't really be saying this! Betty thought to herself. Yet she was. Those words were tumbling out, horrible words, sentences about how Hank and she got together every Wednesday night when her folks went out for the bridge club.

"No, I don't want to hear this," Betty whispered, her voice growing low and throaty. She couldn't move! Her legs seemed paralyzed, nailed to the floor as Annie paused for a moment.

"Come on, sure you do. I can see it in your face," Annie countered, smugly smiling at her friend.

Was it that obvious? Could everyone read the sexual excitement rising in her body? Her fingers were like ice, trembling against her notebook while her heart beat like a trip hammer. Her chest tightened and her mouth became as dry as cotton. Again and again the frantic teen tried to ignore the hot mush feeling between her legs. But her cunt was dripping with hot cunt juices. The more Annie talked, the more the girl told about what she and her boyfriend did during those awful Wednesday evenings, the more excited Betty felt herself become. All those years of strict moral training from her mom were coming apart right in front of her eyes.