Curt Aldrich - Bound, whipped and raped schoolgirls

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.

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."

"I'll deliver," Bobby said, his guts tightening.

He wasn't so sure he would deliver Sissy. There was no guarantee she was still around the school. He'd known her to be a little scatterbrained sometimes. It was just like her not to show up when he most needed her.

"Ouch! Damn it!" Bobby jumped as he experienced what could only be described as an electrical shock in his right ass-cheek. Todd had jabbed him with something. "What is that, damn it?"

Todd chuckled. "Something I rigged up in electronics class last semester. I thought I'd try it out on Sissy, watch her squirm when I stick it up her pussy."

"Hey, wait a minute, man…"

"Shut up and find her, cock-face!" Todd prodded Bobby with the metal cylinder, flicking the switch as he did so.

Bobby jumped, gasped. "Hey, lay off!"

"Shut up and find her for me, cock-head, or I'm gonna shove this somewhere and watch you hop all night."

Bobby cursed himself for ever playing poker with this asshole and his buddies. He'd never do it again – provided he survived tonight.

The locker rooms of Memorial High School were in the school's basement. In addition to the locker room doors that opened into the basement hallways, the boys' locker room had an additional entry-exit, one that opened directly to the outside of the school building. A concrete stairwell led from the boys' locker room up to the outside door, which opened onto the athletic fields in back of the school. This outside door was always kept locked, but Bobby, whose father was a janitor at the school, had obtained a duplicate key for the door. The locker room was the best place in the world to bring girls late at night if you wanted to fuck them without worrying about getting caught.

"Where the fuck did you get that key?" Todd said.

"That's my business."

Todd laughed. "Yeah? Well, you can hand it over to me, pussy-mouth, it's my key now. I always wanted a key to the school."

"No way!"

"Myers, you've got shit for brains. Gimme that key or you can bend over and pull down your pants." He jabbed Bobby with the shocker.

"Fuck." Bobby jumped as if he'd been struck by lightning. "Here, asshole!" He slapped the key into Todd's hand.

"Good boy," Todd said. "You got more brains than I thought."

As Todd was unlocking the door, both boys realized for the first time that there was light shining not only through the frosted windows of the girls' locker room, but through the windows of the boys' locker room as well.

"You and your bright ideas!" Todd said.

"Somebody's down there, one of the coaches probably. What're we gonna tell him? 'Hi, Coach. Just passing through. On our way to the girls' locker room to fuck some pussy. Be seein' ya. Take it easy.'"

"Looks like we'll have to wait for her out front," Bobby said, trying to figure out how to get his key back.

"No way!" Todd said. "I'm done waiting. Right now I'm ready to fuck anything – a cow, a goat, anything!" He grabbed Bobby with an arm around the neck. "Understand, frosh – anything!" He pulled open the door and pushed Bobby into the stairwell. "You go ahead and scout around, and just pray the coast is clear."

Bobby gripped the railing as he felt his way down the dark stairwell. He was shaking and sick to his stomach. How had he got himself into this mess?

At the bottom of the stairs, the door that opened into the boy's locker room was closed. Light slivered through the crack under the door. He thought he heard noises coming from behind the door, but he wasn't sure. He wondered who would be here tonight, the Fourth of July, while the whole town was over at Grant Park watched fireworks. He hoped the light behind the door had just been left on by mistake. He hoped to God Sissy was in the girls' locker room polishing her toenails or something.

Despite his unease, Bobby squeezed his cock through his jeans as he imagined Sissy sitting naked on a bench, painting her toenails. Her tits would hang real sexy as she leaned forward. Damn, he wanted to fuck her as bad as Todd did! He imagined himself sliding his cock up her pussy after Todd had shot a hot load into her. She would be one juicy bitch!