Curt Aldrich: Bound, whipped and raped schoolgirls

Unfortunately, although the coach could hear the sounds in the locker room outside the front door of the women's office, he couldn't hear the sounds coming from the shower room. The one-way mirror was too thick, too well sealed and insulated. He heard the moans of the two kissing teenagers only in his mind.

If only he could kiss those mouths! he thought. If only I could rub myself against those silky smooth bodies! If only I could drop to my knees and worship them, licking between their legs, licking them inside and out!

He imagined himself fucking them, but he knew that he would never, never be able to have them in real life. They were the touchiest, most temperamental girls he'd ever met. He'd learned long ago never to lay a hand on them.

He'd once been clawed in the face by Marilyn when he'd tried to hug her during a televised gymnastics meet after she'd scored a perfect 10 on the balance beam. A photograph of the incident had made newspapers around the country, and the humiliation would follow him throughout the rest of his career. Even if Marilyn or Nada won Olympic medals, the media would remember him not for his years of work and dedication to make them champions, but for the time he was humiliated on national television by a five-foot-tall girl with pigtails.

As Marilyn dropped to her knees in front of Nada and started blowing her, Ross imagined himself shoving his cock in Marilyn's mouth. He could see her lips stretch thin and nearly tear around his massively thick cock. He could see her choke as he forced his cock-head down her throat. As much as he loved his two young stars, as much as he knew he would protect them with his life, he also felt the need to punish them, to humiliate them for having humiliated him, to get back at them for having treated him as untouchable despite the countless hours he'd spent with them these last six years to make them world-class competitors.

"Suck it, bitch!" he whispered, watching Marilyn's head bob, watching her chew at Nada's dark-furred pussy and drink Nada's fuck-juices.

He pumped his cock, imagining the feel of Marilyn's hot lips sliding up and down around it. His balls swelled. As Nada's eyes rolled with pleasure, his own eyes rolled with pleasure.

"Blow that horny slut, you cunt-sucking bitch! Blow my cock!" the coach growled.

In the darkness of the women coaches' office, Coach Ross Sterling pleasured his cock, his eyes glued to the two cunt-hungry teenage girls making out under the steaming shower. He wanted them, wanted both of them more than he'd wanted any girls or women in his life – but he knew he'd never touch them, would never lay a hand on either of them. They thought they were too good for him. He was their coach. He'd made them the sports idols they were today. But he was also their slave. They stepped on him as if he were a worm, every chance they got. He worshipped the ground they walked on, and yet he hated them.

"Oh honey, suck that pussy!" Nada pressed Marilyn's head between her legs, rubbed her throbbing crotch in Marilyn's mouth. When Marilyn fought for breath, Nada pressed harder, momentarily smothering her lover.

As much as she loved Marilyn, Nada took pleasure in seeing Marilyn struggle, in seeing Marilyn suffer. They were as close as if they'd been twin sisters. They'd grown up together, had become champion gymnasts together, but they were also competitors, both of them very proud competitors. Only one of them could win the gold medal. Only one of them could be number one, number one not only in gymnastics, but in everything. Only one of them could be most beautiful, most sought after, most worshipped by the world.

Nada pulled Marilyn's hair and jerked on her ears, scouring Marilyn's mouth and nose with her hairy cunt. She took delight in Marilyn's blubbering and choking, thrilled to see Marilyn's face flush red and the snot run from her nose. She hated Marilyn for having blonde hair. It wasn't fair that Marilyn should have been born with blonde hair instead of her!

Marilyn gnawed into Nada's cunt until Nada screamed and released her head. She gave Nada's clit a hard bile for good measure. Biting was the only way to make Nada lay off when the little bitch got carded away. She wrapped her arms around Nada's legs and tackled her, pulled her down until she herself was lying on top of Nada in the sixty-nine position, grinding her blonde cunt in Nada's mouth.

"Suck it!" Marilyn growled. "Drink my pussy-juice!"

The two girls rubbed their faces into each other's crotch and sucked like starving calves. Their toes curled as the intense sensations saturated their swollen pussy-lips, their humping loins. The tart fuck-juice bubbled from each other's pussy and they sucked and slurped, eating each other out. Their tongues slipped up each other's cunt, twisting, probing, tasting.

Marilyn saw stars. She couldn't get enough of this feeling, couldn't get enough of the taste and smell of hot pussy. The steaming water from the shower fell on their wrinkling bodies, a continuous lubrication for their naked skin. They slid against each other, reveling in the sensation of flesh rubbing flesh, of mouths sucking cunts. Marilyn closed her eyes and groaned. She experienced the illusion that she was sucking off herself.

As their cunt-eating became hotter and more ravenous, they gnawed at each other's cuntmeat and clit, their electrically charged teeth inflicting as much pain as pleasure. Like Nada, Marilyn got as much satisfaction out of hurting Nada as she did out of pleasuring her, and her excitement surged with each whimper of pain Nada let out.

The little bitch! Marilyn thought. She thinks she's number one, but I'm number one. I'll always be number one. I'm the better gymnast. I'm the most talented and the sexiest. And the toughest. I can handle her any day, and I'll do anything necessary to stay number one. Anything!

The coupled girls rolled from side to side, sucking and biting, humping and rubbing, giving and getting pleasure and pain. At times they looked more like wrestlers than lovers, looked more as if they were trying to tear each other apart than make love. The fuck-juices poured from their burning cunts, running into each other's mouth, down each other's neck and tits. The hot water continued to drench them, and at times they choked on it, half drowning as they wrestled.

They were oblivious to everything around them. Coach Sterling could have walked in at that moment and they wouldn't have noticed him. Coach Sterling didn't walk in because he was safely concealed behind the one-way mirror, now beating his cock as if trying to rip the foreskin off it. He was so entranced with the sight of Marilyn and Nada locked in their sexual embrace that even he failed to notice the jeans-clad, barefoot, pony tailed young girl who had run back into the showers in search of her going-steady ring, which she'd removed and misplaced when she'd taken her shower.

The intruding young girl, gymnast Sissy Johnson, forgot all about her going-steady ring as she froze twenty feet from the cunt sucking twosome. Here were the idols of Sissy's young life, their bodies locked together and rolling on the floor of the shower room, their heads grinding between each other's legs, animal-like growls coming from their throats. Sissy's mouth dropped open and she stood there trembling. She had never know shock till now. She was on the verge of fainting. This just couldn't be! Nada and Marilyn couldn't being doing this!

Nada and Marilyn exploded in unison, whining like two female cats being screwed by hard biting toms. As the spasms swept through their coupled bodies, they shuddered and jerked, writhing against the tile floor, working their toes madly as their contracting cunts exploded in each other's mouth. They groaned loudly, eating and licking until the last fuck-thrills had pulsed through their loins.