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Bound, whipped and raped schoolgirls(10)



Ross wiped her spit off his face with his fingers, then sucked his fingers clean. Despite the way it had stung his face as she'd spat it at him, her saliva was sweet, delicious. If her spit was sweet, her pussy-juice had to taste like honey. He dropped down in front of her to sample her crotch.

Her pussy was like a tapped sapling in springtime, dribbling pussy-juice in warm trickles. Ross sucked up her delicious girl-juice, getting so drunk and stoned instantly that all he wanted to do was suck pussy and jerk himself off and forget about teaching these girls a lesson at all. He inhaled the wonderful scent of girl-crotch as he worked his tongue up inside Nada. He felt her cunt contract and saw her toes curl. Her eyes were rolling.

To Marilyn, the coach looked like a monster, like a big ugly leech sucking the life out of Nada – her Nada! As the man slurped and munched, it sounded as if his face was buried in the succulent meat of an over-ripe cantaloupe. Nada's pussy-juice ran down his neck and chest. He jerked on his enormous cock, sliding his cock-skin up and down on it, making it pulsate and drip. Marilyn had never seen anything more disgusting and ugly in her life than this man and his bloated cock.

"Swine!" she mumbled, unable to contain herself.

Ross sat back on his heels, licking his lips. Marilyn was looking sideways at him with an expression of such arrogance and distaste that he had to restrain an impulse to slap her face.

"You suck pussy too, bitch," he said. "So don't look at me like that. You're a hundred times the pussy-sucker I am."

He got down in front of her, kneeling under the steel frame of the isometric rack, and he wrapped his fingers in her blonde hair, dug his fingernails into her scalp. As he held her head up, he started to wipe his wet cock all over her face – the cutesy face that half the men in the country were in love with. Marilyn was a shameless flirt on TV. Half the men in the country would have traded their right arm for a taste of her lips.

Marilyn clenched her teeth, her eyes watering from the vicious way the coach pulled her hair and clawed her scalp. She couldn't believe he was treating her this way, couldn't believe he'd dare treat her this way. She still wasn't convinced this wasn't all one terrible hallucination, a nightmare taking place only in her mind.

His cock stunk worse than anything Marilyn had ever smelled, worse than a pig farm. It was moist, sweaty, and it kept dripping, kept drooling slime all over her face. She couldn't believe how hot it was. It seared her nose, her cheeks, her lips. His piss-hole pressed to her nostril and drooled fuck-juice directly into it.

"You sicko!" Marilyn snarled. "You stinking pervert!"

Ross' fingers tightened in her hair. He used his cock as a club, all nine, rock-hard inches of it. As he slammed his cock back and forth across her face, watching her eyes glaze over as if she'd been slugged with a flat, his fuck-lube flicked off in all directions. As she opened her mouth to call him more names, he forced his cock into it.

It was as if a fist had been stuffed down Marilyn's throat. She wretched, her guts contracting, and her mind went blank, then started to go dark. The coach pulled his cock out just enough for air to rush into her lungs and she regained her senses.

The girl's lips were stretched so thin around his cock that they looked like rubberbands. Her jaws looked like they'd been dislocated. Her red face turned bluish as she struggled for air. He let her have just enough air, then forced his cock back in to the hilt. He smiled down at her, enjoying the sight of her struggling and choking.

"How's it feel?" he said. "How's it foci to hurt a little?"

Working her head up and down with his hand, he contracted his buttocks, thrust forward, and began to slide his cock in and out of her throat. Her lips rippled over his cock-veins, getting his cock-shaft wet with her slick spit. His naked cock-knob massaged her tonsils, making her gag. Each time she gagged, a thrill shot through his cock.

"That's it, bitch, suck it! Use your tongue on it. I'm gonna teach you to suck cock, honey mouth."

As the coach fucked her mouth, Marilyn gagged less frequently. Her throat gradually relaxed, allowing his sweaty cock to slide down her gullet to the hilt. Snot ran from her nose and tears from her eyes as the coach jerked on her head, as he rammed his cock in and out of her mouth. Her head was filled with the taste and smell of uncut cock. Nothing had ever smelled more revolting to her. She was sure she'd vomit. She could feel his foreskin sliding along his cock-shaft as he fucked in and out, and the sensation made her skin crawl, as if she had a loose-skinned snake in her mouth.

Ross' balls tightened, swelling so large he feared they'd explode. His cock had never felt so good. The fuck-pleasure pulsing through his loins had never felt more intense, more satisfying. Here was the cutest little blonde girl he'd ever laid eyes on, her lips splitting around his nine-inch cock, her eyes bulging as she momentarily choked. She was not only the cutest little blonde he'd ever laid eyes on, but the sexiest as well. She had the tightest, shapeliest, most silky skinned little body he'd ever seen – and it was all his – she was all his!