"Where's Bud?" Lana asked as she walked over to the group of leather-clad boys by the vending machines. Her skin-tight, straight-leg jeans displayed her plump rounded ass and long legs. She wore high-heeled shoes and a see-through blouse, and her heavy tits were clearly visible. The guys winked at each other and just ignored her.
"Hey, Mike! You son of a bitch! I asked you a question!" the girl said, squinting her eyes, which were heavily ringed with black eyeliner and blue mascara.
"Man, you're gonna have a conniption, Lana. He's over there!"
Lana followed the direction of Mike's pointing finger with her gaze. She tried to hide her shock with a nonchalant toss of her head. "Jesus! What's he talking to that uptight cheerleader bitch for?" she asked, turning back to the guys.
"I dunno." Mike shrugged, trying to ignore the girl.
"What the shit's coming down here! You better tell me, you guys! We don't screw around with jocks or their girls!"
"When they look like her, Bud does!" Spike snorted.
"She's a stupid, prick-teasing bitch, and you know it! Besides, she and her fuckin' squeaky-clean crowd think we're all greasers. What the fuck does Bud want with her?"
"For your information, bitch," Mike said with a sneer, "he's asking her to be his date for the prom."
Lana didn't even try to hide her alarm this time. "Wh-wh-what! You've gotta be kiddin'! I'm his girl! He wouldn't do that! Besides, proms are for jocks! Who the fuck does that stupid bitch think she is, messing with any man!"
The guys chuckled, and Mike reached over and pinched Lana's ass, a dead giveaway that he wasn't worried that Bud would mind anymore if he touched the sassy chick.
Lana got a strange, crazed look on her face for a moment, then smiled casually. "Well, well. We'll just have to see, won't we, guys? No one crosses me – not even the big man, himself!"
"Yeah, big talk, Lana!" Spike said. "Think Bud's interested in a little new meat. He's been drooling over that beautiful bitch for over a year now! And can't say as I blame him!"
Lana fought to hold back the tears. She turned and walked toward the other end of the center court, toward the girls' bathroom. She needed a smoke badly.
"Like I said," Bud continued, swaggering slightly in front of the beautiful redhead. "I really dig you. You are one classy chick. And I, uh, want to take you to the prom." Finally, he had blurted it out.
Vicki lost all self-control. She looked at the straggly, greasy hood and began to laugh. "Is this some kind of a joke?" she finally managed to ask. "I happen to be going to the prom with Sam Tomlin, the captain of the football team. And I'll probably be voted prom queen. Do you actually think I would even consider going with a greaser like you?" She laughed some more. "And I'd really appreciate it if you'd stay clear of me from now on. Sam wouldn't like it if he saw you talking to me. Now buzz off!"
Just then, the bell rang, echoing across the central courtyard, indicating that the lunch hour was over. Vicki turned to go to her locker as if Bud weren't even there.
The lanky, dark-eyed boy stood frozen for a moment. Then his eyes narrowed, and he ran his fingers through his slicked-back black hair. He looked across the courtyard and saw Lana coming out of the girls' bathroom.
Quickly, he sauntered across the freshly clipped lawn, bumping into a few giggling freshman girls. As soon as Lana spotted him, she turned and headed the other way, as if she hadn't seen him.
"Hey, whoa there, girl," Bud called, running to catch up with her, grabbing her arm.
"Get away from me, you son of a bitch!" she spat.
"What the fuck's wrong with you?" he asked, tightening his grip. "Hey, I wanta fuck you this afternoon! Let's ditch class – come on!"
Lana tried to break away. "Nothing doing, you two-timing son of a bitch! Kissing that redheaded bitch's ass! Asking her to the fucking prom, of all things!"
"Spike's got a big mouth!" Bud said, his mouth tightening. "Well, yeah, I ain't gonna deny it. But that bitch insulted me, and I intend to get even."
"Turned you down, eh?" Her eyes lit up as he nodded, his dark eyes smoldering. She decided not to taunt him with his rejection. "Can I help ya get even? I'll show that bitch to mess with my man!" She smiled and reached out, patting Bud's cock bulge through his pants.
Bud responded by tweaking one of her oversized tits through her thin blouse.
"Oooooooh, you son of a bitch! I love you, you bastard. I'm hot for you… only… be nice to me, man."
"Hey, you know the ropes. I don't make promises. Now, do you wanta fuck?"
Lana looked up at him through her mascara-stiffened lashes. She smiled and nodded, gesturing toward the parking lot.
"Uuuuunnnng, aaaah! Jeeeesus!" He was ramming her hard, fucking his big prick up her foaming cunt, then withdrawing his cock and fucking his prick up her writhing, stretched asshole.
"Uuuuunnngggghh – oooh, Bud! Aaaaah, take it easy, baby!"
She was in dog-fucking position, her big ass stuck up in the air, her arms on the floor, cushioning her head. Her big, hanging tits were smashed against the cold floor boards. And her two fuck holes were lewdly exposed.
Dark, glistening cunt hairs surrounded her reddish pussy gash and grew sparsely in the crack of her ass, all the way to her little brown ass pucker.
Bud was growling and groaning, raking his jagged fingernails over her tender ass flesh, leaning forward and biting her ass, leaving red teeth marks in her tender ass meat. When she groaned or cried out too loudly, he swatted her hard across her inflamed ass.
"Ooooowwww! Bud, honey! Gentle!"
Lana whined as he bit her ass cheeks and stuck his finger up her asshole, fucking his cock in and out of her cunt rapidly.
"Uuuuungh! Take it! Take it!" he rasped. He was usually rough with Lana, but not this rough. He liked to knead her flesh and nibble while he fucked hard and deep. Usually, when he fucked her up her ass, he took it nice and slow, building up, letting her get so excited that she would suddenly begin ramming her wriggling shitter down on his steel-hard prick.
But today, while he fucked her in this empty house, while he brutally fucked his big prick up her battered ass and cunt, he was imagining that she was Vicki he was fucking and mauling.
He imagined that it was a red, fur-fringed pussy that was taking his fuck stabs, and a tiny, delicate pink ass that was shuddering under his demented fucking.
"Fuckin' stuck-up bitch! Take this!" he groaned. He ripped his cock from the sheath of Lana's cunt, causing her to squeal in pain at such sudden, devastating fuck motions. "Aaaaaagh! Take it! Fuckin' bitch!"
He lunged forward, fucking into her gaping cunt hole, and, as he did, his prick head bottomed out at the end of her fuck tunnel. Then he rammed two fingers up her asshole to the second knuckle, and scraped his nails along the sensitive slick walls of her ass chute.
"Oh God! Pleeeaaaase, Bud? You're killing me! Stop! Stop!"
But Bud was in another world. He had been insulted. He had been laughed at, and he had to vent his anger somehow.
"Uuuungh-unnngh!" he grunted as he fucked in and out of the frightened girl's cunt.
The fear and pain that had overtaken Lana when he started fucking her like a wild animal, tearing at her raw nerves and bruising her flesh, had caused her cunt juices to dry up. And now, the steady pounding of his cock in her ass and cunt was scratching and wounding the walls of her tender, dry fuck holes.
"Jesus Christ, Bud! You're hurting me! You're hurting me!"
Her protesting wail penetrated his delirium, and he imagined the red-headed cheerleader writhing beneath him, begging him to stop his fucking, pleading for his mercy.
His lip curled. He raised his hand and whacked Lana hard across her ass cheeks, then faked his big swollen cock harder up her cunt tunnel.
"Aaawwww, God! Stop it, you bastard!"
His eyes flashed with anger and lust. Quickly, he withdrew his cock from her jerking, reddened cunt. He rolled her roughly onto her back and leered at her large stiff, dark-red nipples.
"You fuckin' whore! You're turned on, ain't you? You're fuckin' turned on!"
He laughed and slapped her hard across the face. She was terror-stricken now. It was as if she had become a part of some horrible nightmare. While Bud had always been rough, he'd been sexy, too. And he had never really hurt her, just fucked her hard and talked dirty to her. But now, he was hurting her, and she didn't think she could stand it. Maybe – just maybe – he would injure her seriously.
"Beg for my cock, you stuck-up bitch! Beg for my cock!"
Lana just stared up at him wide-eyed. She tried to struggle out from under him, but he slapped her hard, the sharp pain expanding outward, on her cheek. She closed her eyes, tears running down her face. He reached down and started twisting her nipples hard, pinching them between his thumbs and forefingers.
"Oh, God! Bud! What's come over you, man? I love your ass, but you're… you're… you're…" She was sniffling, trying to hold back the tears.
Bud's cock jutted out in front of him hugely, and now, as Lana opened her eyes ant looked up at his immense fucker towering over her, she licked her lips in fascination. His prick was at least nine inches long and was coated with her pussy cream and ass juice, the big purple cock head pulsing and throbbing, the piss slit gaping, a huge drop of pre-cum about to drip off.
She knew what she had to do. "I-I want your cock! I want it bad. Please, please, let me lick your cock, Bud!"
She was relieved when she saw him smile. If she had to beg for his prick to please him, she would do it.
"Uuuummmm, yeah, that's better," he said. He squinted and imagined that a sexy, pale redhead was begging him for his cock. A beautiful redhead with big green eyes, a pert little nose and large, perfectly shaped tits. "Yeah, Vicki, you can suck my cock."
Lana jerked her face up, looking at him closely. Her mouth compressed into a thin, angry little line, and she felt her face flushing with jealousy and shame. That fucking bitch, Vicki again! She was behind all this. Bud, her man, wanted that redhead bad!
She pretended she hadn't heard, her mind racing a mile a minute. She smiled sweetly and sat up, reaching out for Bud's cock, kissing all around the prick head, finally sticking out her tongue and stabbing it right at his piss slit. She shuddered as she lapped up the thick drop of pre-cum that hung suspended there.
"Aaaaahhh, yeah. Suck my cock!" Bud rested back on his haunches and let the dark-haired girl go down on his hard prick.
Lana had sucked Bud's prick many times, and she knew exactly what he liked. Slowly, playfully, she teased her tongue along the rim of his cock head, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside. She combed the fingers of one hand through his thick wiry cock hair and tickled and massaged the entire area of his crotch, tapping lightly at his balls.
Then she began to lick and kiss down his entire prick shaft, jacking his prick root hard in her fist.
"Aaaaahhhh, yeeeeaaah! Shit, that feels good!" Bud rasped as she slid her tongue up and down, up and down. "Uuuuuuuuuungh! Jesus!"
"Mmmmm," Lana moaned as she luxuriated in the hard rubbery texture of his prick meat and the pungent, shit-tinged flavor of the cock shaft.
And it's all for that redheaded cunt, she thought, a large tear rolling down her cheek. At last, she licked one more time up to the head of his cock and then sucked his huge prick into her hot mouth.
"Fuckin' shit! Yeah, suck it! Suck my cock!"
Lana glanced up at him, saw his contorted lust-crazed face and began sucking hard on his prick. She instantly got a mouthful of precum. He always had lots of the stuff, could fuck her ass easily without Vaseline because his fuck lube was so abundant.
She rolled the goo around in her mouth, swallowing it as she began to work her way down his cock shaft. At last, she had his whole prick gobbled up, his large leaking prick head fucking her throat.
"Ah, yeaaaahhhh, fuck!" he groaned.
She held his imbedded prick tightly, licking her tongue up and down the cock shaft. Then, slowly, she pulled her mouth off his cock rod, and inch after inch of spit-slickened cock meat reappeared from between her lips. She repeated this process four times, slowly gliding her mouth over his throbbing cock, holding his prick in her hot suctioning mouth and throat, then sliding, back down and off.
Bud's excitement was building rapidly. His heavy balls tightened in their hairy sac against the base of his cock, and his ass and hips jerked wildly. He was flushed, and sweat covered his slim, wiry body.
"Fuckin' shit. Gonna fuck your face!" he groaned. He reached forward and grabbed two handfuls of her coarse dark hair and held her face steady, his prick head still embedded in her mouth. Then he reared back and fucked in hard.
"Aaaaaggggh! Mmmmmph!" she spluttered, unprepared for the savagery with which he fucked into her face.
"Goddamn! I'm gonna make you pay!" He pulled out of her mouth to his cock head again and then fucked in, building into a hard, fast fucking pace.
Lana's face was turning red as she gasped and choked, trying to accommodate his vicious fuck-lunges.
"God fuckin' damn! Gonna fuck your face, you cocksucking, stuck-up cunt!" There was no escape for Lana. He held tightly, and when she tried to wriggle free, he only pulled harder on her hair, sending jolts of sharp pain racing from her scalp down her spine. "Take it! Take it!" he gasped as he hinged forward, reaming out her mouth, fucking her raw, ravaged throat.
"Uuuungh! Unnngh!" she gasped, her windpipe blocked, her eyes bulging in their sockets. He released a tuft of her hair and reached down to grab one of her oversized, fleshy tits. He squeezed hard, and she involuntarily bit down on his swollen prick shaft.
"Aaaaaiiiieeee! Shiiiiiit!" he screeched. "You fuckin' cunt!" The pain was intense. He threw back his head, clenching his teeth, fighting down the searing pain shooting through his cock. "Jesus Christ! Shiiiiiit!"
Lana's jaw went slack, and he pulled his injured cock from her mouth. She tried to back away. The pained, hate-bloated look on his face boded ill for her. But before she had gotten far, he shook himself from his agony, looked over at her, and lunged on top of her, tackling her to the floor. He was grunting and panting, slapping her face repeatedly as his pain echoed through his groin and in his brain.
"No, Bud, it was an accident! I didn't mean…"
He was on top of her, his weight pressing the air from her lungs. Staring into her frightened dark eyes, he reached down, spread her pussy lips and humped back, pressing his still-hard, aching cock into her cunt hole.
"Uuuuungh, uuuungh!" She couldn't help but register the pleasure this brought her. Whenever she felt his prick invading her sensitive cunt, a dizzying series of pleasurable sensations filled her, and, even in the midst of this ugly little scene, the same thing was happening. "Oooooh, uunnnngh, yeah," she gasped, short on air but full of desire and pleasure.
Bud, confused, angry, in pain, paid no attention to her. He rocked his hips over her, fucking her hard as he bent down and bit into her tits, leaving livid marks all over her skin.
Lana was caught up in a contradiction of sensations. The excruciating pain and the outlandish pleasure somehow combined in her mind and body, and she was writhing and moaning, working up to what she knew would be an incredible climax.
"Fuckin' cock-suckin' whore!" Bud was chanting, an image of Vicki blown up bigger than life in his mind, the aching pain in his cock torturing his nerves. The cum in his balls was churning and steaming, and he knew he would soon blow his load. "Aaaaagh, gonna cum! Gonna shoot up that cunt! Gonna cream you – yeah! Gonna make you pay!"
"Make me come, honey! Oh, Bud, make me come!"
Just as Bud felt his release overtake him, felt his jizz shoot up his thick cock shaft and spew out the prick head, he reached down and grabbed Lana around the neck, squeezing hard, cutting off her air.
As she felt him strangling her, felt her body protest by humping and shaking, a powerful orgasm ripped through her cunt, searing her nerves. Her climax jarred her bones and sped her heart up to an alarming rate.
Wad after wad of jism shot from Bud's angry cock and the relief he felt at popping his nuts was so overwhelming that he loosened his grip on the choking girl's throat and neck. She gasped and coughed, sucking in the fresh air she needed.
It was her pitiful rasping and gasping that brought Bud back to his senses. He looked down and saw Lana, not his lust-crazed vision of Vicki. The girl was looking up at him, a wild, crazy expression on her face. And he knew he wouldn't be at peace until he found Vicki Stapleton and taught her a lesson.