Sissy's manhole gaped, its succulent, pink insides undulating visibly for Todd to ice. Todd grabbed the girl's hips and rammed his cock up her open asshole. Sissy moaned, churning her ass, feeling the hot spurts in her guts.
"She's mine, Myers," Todd said as he collapsed over Sissy and squeezed the last of his cum up her asshole. "This ass is mine from now on. Christ, she's tight as a fist again!"
"You can have her," Bobby said. "I'll take this one." He'd pulled his hand out of Nada's asshole and was licking the edges of her slowly closing pucker. He'd always liked dark-haired girls better than blondes anyway. "This one's best."
Marilyn, delirious as she was, heard what was bring said around her, and she became instantly incensed. These boys had to be blind, blind and crazy to be laying claim to two inferior bitches like Nada and Sissy when they had herself to fight over. She had never felt more insulted.
As Marilyn was brooding, the coach pulled his fist out of her asshole and replaced it with his cock. Her asshole tightened around his cock.
"You're mine," the coach said. "Isn't that right, baby?"
In the past, if a male would have said such a thing to her, she would have punched his mouth or kicked him in the balls. This time, she smiled.
"Right," she said, rubbing her ass against the coach's hard belly. You're Goddamn right! she thought.
Nada and Sissy could have their blind and crazy little boys. The coach was hers. The man was hers!
He bit her on the neck and she purred.
CHAPTER TEN
The overhead lights in the gym shone like spotlights on the exercise mat and floor apparatus. The coach and his two assistants, Todd and Bobby, had brought along ropes and the electrified metal dildo. The three girls would be leashed if needed, whipped if necessary, but the coach foresaw little trouble with them, little defiance or resistance. They'd been tamed.
Marilyn and Nada had been tamed. Sissy had been tamed some more for good measure, although she really hadn't needed it. Marilyn and Nada still opposed the coach from time to time, giving him snarls like a pair of testy female cats, but he accepted their testiness as a permanent manifestation of their high-strung, high spirited personalities, one that could never be wiped out completely. Marilyn and Nada would never be completely broken. The coach was certain of that, and glad of it. A little spiritedness, a little testiness, made the girls more exciting to him than if they were to become completely docile.
"Keep the toes pointed on your leg extensions!" the coach shouted. "I don't care how worn out you are, keep those toes pointed!"
The coach, flanked by the two boys, sat on the front row of bleachers, enjoying the hottest display of floor exercise had ever seen in his life. Three gorgeous young girls, two of them blonde, one brunette, two of them world-class gymnasts, one an up-and-corner, were going through their floor-exercise routines naked. Their bodies were sheened with sweat, their nipples hard and pointed. The welts from the whippings they had suffered glowed a purplish-red. The coach and the boys slowly massaged their erect cocks as they watched.
Marilyn sneered as she performed, moved her body seductively, teasing the men as she had never teased men before. Her routine was full of seductive move shameless displays of her body. When performing for the judges in competition, she was always forced to hold back, her sexual energy boiling inside her and threatening to explode. Only when she and Nada practiced with each other alone did she ever dare to let herself go – until this evening. This evening she was letting herself go completely. The coach and the two boys would have strokes before she got done with them. She imagined them with their hands tied behind them.
"Damn, let me at them bitches!" Todd started to get up, but the coach held him back.
"Slow down," the coach said. "Watch a while. Enjoy the show."
Todd mumbled something, but he obeyed. Nada performed a forward somersault, then sank into a full split, her wet pussy kissing the mat. She lifted her tits high, smiling vampishly at the men. She kept her toes pointed as she pressed up into a handstand and split her legs again. A few trickles of pussy-juice ran out of her. She'd never been this hot performing before. When she retired from gymnastics, maybe she'd become a stripper. Until this moment she had never realized just how much she enjoyed showing off her body and turning men on. She saw the men beating their cocks, and her mouth watered. Her asshole and pussy throbbed. She wanted to be stuffed with cock. Or maybe with a fist.
"Look at Nada split them legs!" Bobby said, his eyes on Nada's juice-dribbling cunt. He wanted to jump up and lick Nada's pussy, but he knew the coach would stop him. He and Todd were supposed to sit here and watch until the girls got done performing. His balls throbbed. This waiting for a piece of ass was starting to become torture.