WARNING!  This file contains sexually explicit material. If you are underage,
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The worst things can happen to little girls on their way to school.

Mmf, nc, prost

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                    On the Way to School, Part 4
                    by InnerStrength


"Billy, that feels good."

You have had a crush on Billy for over a year. He is older than you, and
cute. He isn't part of the high school elite because he is too young, but
he'll be there by the time he is a senior. You always watched him when he
passed, but you are so young and plain looking. He would always look through
you instead of at you.

But he invited you to the junior prom. You knew he had no girlfriend, and had
fantasized about going with him, be he had never even said two words to
you. You don't even remember how he asked. Your brain shut off and you barely
managed to stammer out a yes. It was going to be your first real date.

You spent weeks picking out your dress, very girly, with ruffles on the sleeve
and and skirt. It made small whistling noises as you walked, and in it you
were sweet and beautiful. You have new shoes. They are heels, only an inch and
a half, but they make you feel more like a woman.

You even bought new make up. You wore some to school, but you needed darker
colors for a night time dance. The whole evening had been wonderful. Billy has
an old car, and picked you up at home. He passed your dad's inspection, and
has been wonderful to you all evening. You got to talk to all of the people
who would usually ignore you.

You waited for the slow dances. You could feel Billy crushing you into him,
and you could feel the hardness between his legs pressing into your
dress. Sometimes he would kiss you lightly on the lips. It was completely
wonderful. When he asked if you wanted to park after the dance, of course you
said yes, your face slightly flushed.

While you were kissing, he reached his hand into the top of your dress, and
rubbed your breast through the bra.

"Billy, that feels good."

His hand reaches inside the cup, and starts playing with your nipple.

"Billy, you should stop."

But you don't stop him. You let him play with your breast and you kiss him,
and you explore his tongue, and it feels wonderful. You will do this every
weekend if he wants to. You fantasize about seeing his thing. When he pulls
his hand away, you stop your breath in disappointment, but don't dare ask him
to put it back. That would make you a slut, and he might not do it again.

Then you feel the hand. It is reaching between your legs. That you can't
do. You clamp your legs together.

"Billy, stop."

"Don't you like what we're doing?"

"Yes, but can't we go back to what we were doing before?"

"I want to do more."

"I can't."

"Don't you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes, Billy, I do."

"Then act like it."

"Billy, I can't."

"But I paid already."

"What do you mean you paid?"

"Your 'boss' said that I could do whatever I wanted to you for $50. That was
almost a whole week's pay, and I want to put my hand between your legs now, so
stop fighting."

"Billy, I don't have a boss. What are you calling me?"

"I'm calling you a whore. Do you really think I would take you to the prom if
you weren't. I could take any girl I wanted, and you are nothing. You are
ugly, and you are weird. But I figure one pussy is as good as any other, so I
bought yours. If you are good, I'll tell all the guys."

How did this happen? The night was so wonderful. You were going to be happy in
High School. What went wrong. You would have let Billy touch you, just not
yet. Why was he being so mean? You silently start to cry, and the mascara on
your face leaves large black circles around your eyes, and lines trailing down
your face. You taste the salt of your own tears.

"Billy, take me home, please."

But Billy is dialing his phone.

"She won't do anything. I want my money back."

"But she isn't acting like it."

"OK. Here. He wants to talk to you."

Billy hands you the phone, and you take it, incredulously.

"Hello?"

"You stupid, fucking whore. What are you doing to me?"

"Wh-why are you still bothering me?"

"I've had your pussy twice, and I'm bored with it. I don't like sluts. So I
decided to give it to Billy."

"I'm not a slut!"

"Stop lying to yourself slut. You are my toy now. I own your body, and I own
your mind. Only a slut would let me own her. I'll bet you were thinking about
fucking little Billy anyway."

"No I wasn't."

"Yes you were. Do you know why you didn't? Your cunt belongs to me and I
didn't give you permission to use it. But Billy and I made a deal. Fuck him
now and make sure he enjoys it."

"I won't. I want to go home."

You are sobbing in gasps now. Your little tits heaving look so beautiful.

"I don't have fucking time for this! Do you want me to come get you?"

"No! No! Don't. No."

"If Billy calls me one more time, I'll come teach you how to behave. Do you
understand?"

"No. No. Please don't."

You can hardly think through the terror.

"No, you don't understand, cunt? I am on my way."

"No. Stop. I'll .. I'll do it."

"You'll do what, cunt?"

"I'll make Billy happy."

"How will you make Billy happy."

"I'll .. I'll let him touch me."

"You'll do more than that, bitch, or you'll be seeing me soon. You'll fuck him
good, just like the whore you are, won't you?"

...

"WON'T YOU!"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I'll fuck him well, just like the whore I am."

"Are you correcting my English, bitch?"

"No. No. I'll fuck him good. Please. I promise I'll fuck him good."

Dial tone.

Billy looks at you. All of the sweetness from the new dress and shoes and make
up is gone. Your face is flushed, and the make up is a complete mess. Even the
lipstick is smudged from making out.

"You look like shit."

"I'm sorry. You can touch me now."

"Forget that. I'm not that desperate. I'm going to get my money back right
now."

"NO! DON'T! Please. I'll do anything you want. I'll be really good."

He starts the engine.

"STOP. I need to fuck you. Please I want to fuck you. I fuck really
well. You'll feel good. I promise."

"OK. Take off your panties."

The dress whistles as you shuffle around to get the panties off. Billy reaches
up, and rams his finger right up your cunt. Your mood is completely
broken. You are dry, and when he forces the finger in it really hurts. It
feels like a rug burn.

"I can't do this. You look like shit."

"Please. I want to. I need to. If you do it today, I'll let you do it again
for free."

"OK, but pull your dress up over your head so I don't have to see your face."

You do. It is humiliating. You can see nothing through the dress and every
sound is muffled. Billy wasts no time on preliminaries. After waiting a minute
or two, you feel him pushing his dick into you. You are still dry and it
hurts, really hurts. But at least he can't see you crying. Maybe I won't
come. You'll fuck the entire school if it will stop me from coming.

And now he's shaking and pumping into you. And he's done.

"That was great. I'm gonna tell everybody."

You are just about to ask him to take you home when you hear another car
pulling up. You pull your dress back down so the other car won't see.