Bound, whipped and raped schoolgirls(15)

"That's it, wiggle that sexy ass! Fuck me, bitch, fuck me!"

Marilyn hadn't realized she was wiggling her ass. She tried to control herself, tried to stop the gyrations of her loins, but it was impossible. Her body responded spontaneously, reflexively. It was as if she were a machine programmed to move in a certain way as the coach's hard cock slipped in and out of her cunt.

"Awwww, yeahhhh, awwww fuck!" Ross couldn't believe Marilyn was fucking him – she was actually fucking him! The little mink was getting off on his cock. Unbelievable! "You like it, huh, you love it, can't get enough of it!"

Marilyn was whimpering, quivering all over, her every cell tingling with pleasure.

"Yeahhh, wiggle that ass! Fuck me, bitch, fuck me!" Ross slapped the girl's gorgeous ass, making her gasp and jerk, making her whimper more. Her cunt was a clutching hand around his cock. Her hot pussy-lube ran out over his balls. The fluffy, sizzling walls of her pussy-hole undulated around his cock-meat and his cock made wild squishing noises inside her as he fucked her faster and harder.

Marilyn thought she was going to pass out. Her toes curled hard against the balls of her feet. She writhed, moaning freely, not caring if the coach heard her, not caring if he knew she was getting off on his fucking cock. She tossed her blonde head from side to side and rubbed her hot ass against the coach's hard-smacking belly. His cock rammed deep into her womb, zapping her loins with an electric pleasure.

"Yes!" she gasped, grinding her cunt on his cock. "Yesss!"

"Baby!" Ross panted, humping, ramming, reaming. He dug his fingernails into her nipples, wrenched at her swollen tits, drove his cock in so deep he was sure it would pop out her mouth.

Electricity jolted Marilyn's loins. She vibrated in every cell. Her head snapped back and she gasped as the spasms overwhelmed her.

"Uh!" she grunted. "Oh, uhhh!"

Ross collapsed over her. He sank his teeth into her neck. His cock flexed powerfully as he came.

"Ohhhh yeahhhhh!" The feelings shooting through his cock had never been so sweet, so intense, so powerful. It felt as if a fist were contracting in his asshole. His balls were saturated with the same sensations as his cock. He gnawed the girl's neck flesh, growling, moaning, spurting his molten jism into her cunt.

Marilyn panted rhythmically, smacking her ass back against the man's grinding abdomen. Her body was a rash of goosebumps. Waves of heat alternating with waves of chills passed through her. She twisted her head, trying to tear her neck free of the mini's gnawing teeth, but at the same time enjoying the electric pleasure his teeth sent into her sensitive flesh. She felt so good she hurt.

"It's shooting!" she muttered, feeling the coach's spunk splashing in her womb, squirting like hot milk deep inside her.

She couldn't believe it was happening, but it was. The man was injecting her with his stinking male fuck slime. Just as he'd shot it down her throat, now he was shooting it up her cunt. She wanted to vomit. She wanted to die. She hated herself for enjoying the sensation of his cock going off inside her, hated herself for feeling so good, for enjoying his fucking.

"I can't help it," she said out loud. "I can't – oh God!" As a spurt of jism drilled her womb, she wiggled her ass and cooed. "Yes! Yes!"

Ross pound his body against the silky little mink, crushing out his pleasure. It couldn't get much better than this.





CHAPTER FIVE




As Coach Ross Sterling was reaming out Marilyn's cunt, fireworks were going off in the sky over Grant Park several blocks from the high school. Two boys who didn't give a damn about fireworks, who didn't give a damn about much else than satisfying their randy teen cocks had left the park and were prowling in the dark behind the high school.

"This better not be some bullshit trick of yours."

"It ain't," Bobby Myers said, shivering as he felt Todd Norton's beer-breath on the back of his neck. "See, the light's on. She's in there, all right, probably painting her toenails or something. You know how broads are."

"Better than you do, twerp," said Todd.

Todd was a 225-pound tackle on the football team, and Bobby was a 125-pound gymnast and Sissy's steady boyfriend. Todd and Bobby had been playing strip poker this afternoon, and Bobby, stark-naked and with nothing left to bet, had wagered Sissy's pussy. Bobby had lost again, and now Todd was anxious to collect his [missing text].

"Christ, I ain't had a piece of ass since last weekend," Todd said, pulling his bone-hard, uncut cock out of his jeans and massaging it in the dark. "I ain't even jacked off all day. I'm getting blue balls, twerp, so you'd better deliver that pussy or your ass is pass, if you know what I mean."