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tongue shot inside and stayed stiff.
Betty felt Annie writhe and twist under her. She, was determined to stay on top. The girl tightened her
grip, shoving her pussy down on her friend's face with hard, short strokes. She felt as if she were doing
the fucking-fucking herself and fucking Annie at the same time. She wanted to make her friend cum
under her.
With another moan, the girl shoved her mouth hard against Annie's cunt, working her hips up and down
in strong fucking strokes at the same time. She shoved her right index finger in as far as it would go and
twisted it from side to side. Betty could feel her finger-nail scraping against the soft ass lining, and felt
Annie's frantic response to that sensation. They were both going to make it soon. Cum! Cum! What a
wonderful, wonderful word!
Betty wiggled her finger deep inside that tight, sucking ass and kept her tongue flicking in and out of that
struggling pussy. She knew Annie loved it. She could feel wild spasms shaking the young brunette all
over. And then, suddenly, wildly, it happened!
"Ooohoohoohohh!" Betty screamed.
Betty felt the climax hit Annie's cunt. She forgot everything except that explosion rippling down through
that hot cunt. At the same time, she felt her clit popping into Annie's mouth. It was happening, really
happening. She was cumming with a hot rush, a wild series of explosions that nearly knocked her
senseless. Gripping Annie's head with her knees, she collapsed, bucking and jerking against her friend's
face. She tightly grasped the girl and held her in place as she kept hunching that dripping pussy onto
Annie's stiff tongue.
"Ohhhhhh, God!" Betty cried as the spasms kept on and on.
Finally they both collapsed and lay cradled in one another's arms. For some time neither of them spoke.
Then Betty became aware of Hank. Reality began to trickle in. He was still there, still working his
fingers around that long thick cock filled with cum. Dreamily the young blonde slid her legs from around
Annie's head and rolled to one side. She looked up those thick-muscled legs at that cock jerking
against his thighs.
"That was good, baby, real good. I ain't seen Annie do that ... ever. Looks like she's been around that
scene before, though," he said thoughtfully.
Betty flushed red, feeling shame and guilt begin to creep over her.
"But you weren't made for cunt-sucking. That's just a sideline. We're gonna take care of you real good
now," Hank said, dropping his fingers from his cock and moving to Betty. As she propped her body up
and shrank back, the girl realized her ordeal had just begun.
Chapter 5
Annie was no help. She lay there, one hand draped lazily over her face, her chest rising and falling slowly
while she moaned softly. She was still coming down off her sexual high, drifting somewhere between
reality and her own little world.
Betty was on her hands and knees, crawling back, her eyes wide with terror. Brushing back her long
blonde hair, stretching her right arm behind her she once more looked about for an escape path. There
was none. Hank stood between her and the staircase, his long belt doubled in one hand. He had slipped
it from his Levi's earlier. He doubled it, tapping the looped end lightly against one thigh. Now he was
advancing toward her, his eyes wide, glistening with a lust Betty had yet to understand. It was unnatural,
whatever it was. She could sense that, sense the growing animality in Hank's mind.
"I'm gonna tame you, baby. I'm gonna make you one of my girls, know that? When I get through with
you, you're gonna be like Annie," Hank said, licking his lips like a hungry wolf while he tapped that
terrible-looking belt against his thigh steadily. That horrible, awful wolf-like look in his eyes made the girl
shiver with horror. Raising both hands, she rubbed her fingers briskly against her flesh, feeling
goose-bumps rising. A draft from somewhere blew through her hair. In the background she could hear
Annie's soft regular breathing. The girl was completely in his power. He was talking to her as if he were
bringing her into some kind of harem.
"No, no, don't ... please don't touch me with that thing," Betty moaned, her eyes shifting toward the
stairs, then back to the belt.
"It's gonna feel real nice. 'Course, you won't be able to sit through too many classes for a while."
"No!" Betty gasped.
Betty scrambled around like an animal, her big tits jiggling and slapping together. She half ran, half fell on
the smooth concrete floor. She had nearly made it around the young stud when he reached out and
grabbed her by one arm. Twisting her around violently, Hank nearly jerked her arm from its socket.
"Oooohhh!" Betty screamed in agony as she pitched forward, finding herself off-balance. Helplessly,
Betty felt herself being dragged back, her heels sliding over the floor. She struggled, her heart racing like
mad. The thought of someone hitting her, of bruising her with anything made her sick. She had never
been able to stand pain. Even as a little girl she minded her mother strictly, terrified of a slap, of a
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