Chapter 11
The story had spread through the school like wildfire. Ginny had been molested on the way back from Mr. Martin's home-kidnapped, beaten and (they whispered) raped repeatedly! In fact, raped so much she could hardly walk when her parents found her moaning on the front lawn.
No one, not even the police wanted to question her too long on what happened. The young blonde went into hysterics whenever anyone mentioned what had happened. She gave vague fictitious descriptions, praying to God the police and her parents would believe her. The whip marks sickened the authorities, who vowed they'd catch whoever had done this horrible thing to her.
Several times the young teenager had started to tell the truth. Then she thought of all those pictures. Yes, she'd put Mr. Martin behind bars. But for how long? A parole board would let him out in a year or two. And then he'd be after her, stalking her like an animal until he did something even worse than he'd done before!
And then there were those photos of her having sex with a dog, of her getting fucked, of her sucking a dick. And none of them appeared as if Ginny were being forced to do these horrible acts! In the end, the blonde said nothing, wanting only to be left alone.
Two months passed since her ordeal before she went back to school. She'd dropped Mr. Martin's class for reasons, she said, of grades. She couldn't bear to look at the instructor, although she had to put up with seeing Burt Roberts often.
One evening as she was walking home from school, the teenager noticed Burt's car stalking her on the deserted street. Stopping, she hugged her books to her tits and watched with mixed feelings.
"Hey, Ginny," he called, his face looking somewhat repentant.
"Don't ..." Ginny started to say, then stopped. She wasn't in any position to tell him what to do. The girl prayed that he wasn't going to tell her to come to Mr. Martin's home for another session. She'd still been having nightmares about what had happened, although some of the dreams weren't all that unpleasant, much to her horror.
"Hey, I'm not gonna do anything. I've got something here," he said, pulling out a manila envelope. Ginny sucked in a breath of horror. So, he'd come here to torture her with those horrible pictures.
"Go away," she said, turning away with tears in her eyes. Why didn't he just throw them in the main hall at school and let anyone see them. At least the fear of being discovered would be gone!
"No, I took these from Mr. Martin's desk. Hey, look!"
Ginny stopped and turned around again. He was tearing them up one at a time, tearing them to shreds and putting them back in the envelope.
"You can have these and burn them," he said after ripping up the last one. Ginny approached the car suspiciously, taking the envelope from Paul and looking into it. She laid her books on the hood and started picking up the pieces of torn photos. Yes, she could see these were shots of her night of horror.
"Why?"
"Hey, I'm through with that sickie. Last night he said we had to get you down there again. He's really turned on to you. I've been rethinking about what he's got me into. I kinda figured it wasn't worth it. So I took these shots of you, plus some others of him beating a couple of other girls. I told him I'd show them all if he didn't leave us alone."
"And . . . " Ginny's heart was beating. Could it be she was finally free?
"He didn't say anything. But I heard today from a buddy of mine that he's resigning his position. Gonna go somewhere else to teach," Burt said, licking his lips with satisfaction.
Ginny sighed with relief. For a second she wanted to pursue him, make him pay for what he'd done to her. There were still marks on her body, several of which would never go away. But then, she had the photos-no, she'd leave well enough alone. She couldn't expose herself and her family to the kind of trial that would ensue.
"Thank you," she said modestly, taking the manila envelope and sliding it under her books.
"You want a ride home?" Burt said openly.
"Yes, yes that would be nice," Ginny said, feeling her animosity toward him dropping. Yes, he'd been part of that horror. But he was responsible for relieving her of it, as well.
As she slid into the car and slammed the door, she thought of that first night with him, the first night when he'd driven off the expressway and pulled behind the rest stop. That was when she'd lost her cherry, and lost it in such a wonderful way!
"I thought maybe we'd stop off on the way home," Burt suggested as he turned onto the main highway.
Ginny felt her flesh crawl with excitement as the old car raced along the two laned expressway. The sun was going down. They were going back to that same area.
Ohhh, she shouldn't be feeling this way-especially toward him. But yet, all those days without any sex-ohhh, how horny it had made her, in spite of the horror she had experienced. Ginny sank her ass into the plush, comfortable front seat, still hugging her books and that manila folder to her tits. She kept her eyes away from Burt.
She could feel her pussy getting all hot and wet again. The bruises were gone. The horror was gone. She was beyond the hurt and pain. All she could think of was that she was sixteen, young and nearly innocent. The wild fuckings, the licking and fucking by that horrible dog, the beating and final ass-fucking Paul Martin had given her, faded from her mind.
Maybe that kind of forgetfulness was a blessing. What was the purpose in dragging it all up? She had to forget, forget and get on with her life. She was so young, and so was Burt. Bad things had happened to them in the past. Now they were alone together, and it was time to forget and go on.
"He's far away?" Ginny asked, opening the door and smoothing down her hair. It was a lovely sunset. The sky was red and purple, the air surprisingly warm. She could feel wild flutterings in her pussy as her cunt flesh became moist and swollen. A crazy ticklish sensation in her crotch told the girl she was dribbling cunt juice through her matted pussy hairs.
"I think so. I don't think he wants to be around us much longer," Burt said, slamming his door shut and walking around to her side of the car.
Ginny kept out of reach as she walked down a small incline away from the car and the rest stop. Behind her, she could hear the rushing sounds of cars heading toward Boston. As the sun rapidly faded the girl threaded her way through the thick growth until she came to the clearing where she'd first been fucked. Burt was right behind her.
Neither said a word. Burt knew exactly what was on the girl's mind. In spite of everything, Ginny wanted him-wanted a cock, miles and miles of hard, throbbing rod stuffed up her pussy. That was one thing Paul Martin had done for her. He had awakened a burning hunger for wild sex.
Burt slid his arms around her and felt her tits, then turned her around and lowered his face to hers. Ginny let out a low sigh of sexual relief as she felt his hands move over her ass mounds, pulling them apart, making her bloated cunt lips unstick and peel apart with the pressure.
They fumbled with one another's clothing, laughing at times at their clumsiness, finally stripping. How fine Burt's naked, strong body looked. For a second her mind flashed back to the basement. But that was all over. Somehow it was different now.
"Suck me!"
Ginny was uninhibited enough now to obey without thinking twice. She liked this ordering around. That was another thing Paul Martin had taught her-the love of obedience. Yes, she was a masochist. She only hoped Burt wouldn't take too much advantage of it.
"Ummmmm," she sighed happily as his cock bobbed up and down with his heartbeat. Ginny sank to her knees. The sight of that fat, long dick made her pussy quiver with excitement. It was knotting up with sexual tension. Only now did the girl realized just how much she missed fucking. Even when she was lying in the hospital bed, recuperating, she thought of dicks-cocks running up cunts, jamming into assholes. Yes, dick meat, and now she was going to get it.
"Suck me off," he repeated.
Ginny could almost feel how wide that dick would stretch her pussy when he fucked her. And the girl knew Burt was going to slip his cock into her soon. Sweat was already running down his chest and belly. The young girl smiled, then opened her mouth and slid her tongue over his cock. She kept on sliding forward until she was almost between his legs, sucking his balls into her mouth. How good it was to feel his dick flesh pressing against the insides of her cheeks, making them puff out from the pressure.
"Ohhh, baby," Burt whispered. "I want to fuck you good."
"Do it, fuck me now! Fuck me now!" Ginny cried urgently, pulling her mouth free. The two of them tangled together, rolling onto the grass with Burt straddling her. She was begging to be fucked, rolling her head on the ground. Burt rubbed the slippery fat head of his cock against her soft pussy. His hands slid over her swollen tits, then moved behind her to dig into the soft cushions of her buttocks. Grabbing her hard, he pulled her body onto his.
Ginny sighed happily, feeling the big cockhead working into her tight hole. She wiggled her ass around nervously, pushing the thick dickhead into her cunt. While she twisted, the lips of her pussy stretched. Ginny felt the fat head ease into her juicy hot fuck-tunnel.
"Yes, oh, God, yes! Fuck me!" the girl cried. How much she'd changed! When they were fucking before, she didn't have the courage to tell Burt just how much she needed him. But after that night in Mr. Martin's basement, Ginny had few secrets to keep from the football player.
"Ohhh, baby, I'm not gonna tease you," Burt said, shoving his hips forward. Ginny could feel her clit being brushed by the thick throbbing shaft. She shuddered, twisting her head around and sinking her teeth into Burt's shoulder.
"Ohhhhh!" Ginny felt the thick rod sliding in, pushing between her fat split lips and going in. He groaned as he worked it deeper and deeper into her. She loved the feeling of his cock and balls in her. She started shoving her ass up and down, trying to grease up his dick with her juice. His ass ground down on the downstroke now. He twisted his hips so his prick could rub her stiff, raw clit. His chest was pushed hard against her stiffened nipples, crushing those tips with his hot flesh.
"Burt, Burt," she panted over and over as she felt him working in her cunt. Her body felt hot and lush. "Yes, yessss!" she hissed, spreading her legs wider apart. She wanted more hard dick ramming her pussy. She begged him frantically, tossing her body wildly on the grass, fucking back with as much vigor as he was.
Burt kept his cock going in and out. His balls ached and pushed against his dick root. Then he stiffened, his body twitching and jerking on top of hers.
"Cumming!" he cried.
Ginny could feel the throbs of his dick meat match the suddenly explosion in her cunt. She cried out, tightening her grip on his cock as her clit triggered an orgasmic explosion deep in her pussy.
"NOOOOOO!" she screamed. The hot jets of jizz burned into her hole, spilling out and engulfing her cumming clit in a sea of white-hot spunk. The two of them melted together in a mass of thrusting, bucking flesh.
When it was all over, Burt rolled onto his side, pulling her against him. Ginny was cuddled in his arms, feeling relaxed.
"It's all over," he said softly.
"Only with Mr. Martin, I hope," Ginny said.
Burt pulled back for a second and smiled.
"Only with Mr. Martin," he repeated, snuggling back again. "It's gonna be a nice year."
Ginny agreed with a tired yawn, snuggling closer and glad the nightmare had turned out to be a pleasant dream after all.