CHAPTER TWO
"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.