Betty's flesh crawled when she saw the thick, purple cockhead of Hank's eight-incher pop out. She was silent as he pulled his pants open, freeing the powerful vein-roped prickshaft. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he gave his prick a hard squeeze, forcing a drop of something clear from the tiny slit at the cockhead.

"Don't do that!"

"You wanna see what's gonna be rammin' into your cunt, right? Here it is, baby, here it is. It's what's been keepin' Annie so damned happy all this time."

Betty gasped again. Annie had gone down on that thing? A cock that size would tear her apart! And her best friend had been fucking Hank's prick every Wednesday night? Maybe more often? The thought made her dizzy with fright.

"I heard Gino was talkin' to you in the cafeteria. Some of the guys told me you were watchin' his dick through his pants. I know that kinda look," Hank said, licking his lips. "Shows you're cock hungry, baby. You warn dick so bad, you're gonna cry when it gets stuck in you."

"Stop it!" Betty cried, curling her fingers into two fists and pressing them against her sides.

"Hank, please," Annie said in a soft voice, wrinkling her forehead.

"Shaddup, both of you. You wanted your girlfriend here. Now she's gotta put out. I don't give a fuck if she doesn't like it. She's here, she's gonna screw."

The words came down like a death sentence for Betty. Backing away, still shaking her head from side to side, the young blonde teen felt helplessness creep over her like slime. There was nowhere for her to run. He was going to fuck her, tear her cherry away from her and there was nothing she could do.

"Annie, help me. God, please!"

"I can't, Betty. You wanted to come down here. I'm not going to lose Hank just because of you," the girl whispered back.