Curt Aldrich - Bound, whipped and raped schoolgirls

"Who wants to get fucked first?" he said. Nada's eyes focused on Ross' cock and she made frantic sounds into her gag. She twisted violently, trying to break loose from her bonds.

"Looks like you can't wait, Nada." Ross moved toward the hanging girl. "Looks like you wanna be fucked first."

He stood in front of Nada, stroking her slick inner thighs. He moved his hand deep between her legs and worked his thick middle finger up her cunt. She arched her back, squirming, her eyes bulging. As Ross forced two more fingers inside her cunt, his hand was suddenly drenched with hot yellow fluid.

"Jesus Christ!" he said as the piss ran down his arm. "Bitch!" He yanked his fingers out of her, watching the piss wash down the insides of her legs.

Scared the pin out of her, he thought, and his initial revulsion turned to excitement. He was going to stick his cock up that pissing cunt of hers!

He grabbed her legs spreading them wide as he lifted them. His cock stood up at the perfect angle to penetrate her cunt. His cock and balls became drenched with her piss as he forced his cock-head between her cunt-lips. Holding her legs firmly, he rammed upward, sticking a third of his cock inside her. Her toes clawed at the balls of her feet and her eyes rolled back. She arched, holding herself stiff, making a vise of her cunt. Ross rammed again – this time as hard as he could. Nada screamed into her gag.

Marilyn stared in shock. She had never seen anything more brutal in her life. She was sure Nada had been killed, split in half by the coach's cock. She heard the tearing snap of flesh as the coach rammed his entire cock up Nada's cunt. She saw Nada's blood-tinged piss drench the coach's balls and run down his hairy thighs. She watched his muscular toes press against the concrete as he braced himself, grunting, growling, thrusting. As Nada's legs clamped around his middle, he released them, his hands encircling her tiny waist as he raped her.

Marilyn became so weak that she feared she'd faint. She was sick to her stomach. As she watched the coach's snake like cock ramming in and out of her squirming, whimpering girlfriend, she couldn't believe Nada was still alive. How could Nada take it? How could Nada live through this savage assault!

The coach moaned, his ass contracting, all the muscles of his back writhing as he plunged his cock inside the squirming teenager. He had never known such pleasure. He had never felt such a release of lust and pent-up anger. He fucked as hard and fast as he could, watching the gag in Nada's mouth and expecting to see it bulge out, forced out by the head of his ramming cock. His cock felt long enough to come out her mouth. It felt hard enough and strong enough to wave her up and down like a rag doll if he were to cut her down from the overhead supports and let her move freely.

Nada was thankful for the gag in her mouth. She gnawed on the sweaty, stinking jockstrap as if it were flavored with nectar. Her gnawing helped ease the pain. Without the gag, she would have ground her teeth down to her gums.

Every cell of Nada's body felt tight and ready to explode. The tremendous tension caused inside her by the coach's enormous cock had spread to every cell of her. Her cunt felt raw, torn to shreds inside. She knew she was bleeding, her cherry ripped apart forever. Although she'd pissed herself out, pissed herself out from fear and shock, the man's piss drenched cock plunged inside her and her own piss burned her raw wounds. She wanted to die.

She couldn't bear any more pain. She strained against the grunting bull of a man, crushing him between her legs.

"Baby!" the coach panted. "Silky bitch mink!"

As he writhed between her legs, knifing his cock up her bloody fuck-hole, he slobbered all over her face, all over her tits. Her tits were so swollen and tight that when he bit them he expected them to burst, sweet juice filling his mouth.

I can fuck her all night, Ross thought. He was in no danger of coming. He had complete control. Pleasure saturated his cock, shooting through it in quivering waves, but the pulsations were in no danger of getting out of control. He could fuck her until he dropped if he wanted to, and he'd come only when he was ready.

His hands stroked up and down her silky back. He pinched her incredibly soft skin, clawed into her flawless young flesh. The pain he inflicted excited him, increased the intensity of his pleasure.

Marilyn crouched like an animal, gnawing at the ropes on her wrists, frantic to break loose before the lunatic coach finished with Nada and came after her. She knew she could never bear what Nada was being forced to bear. She knew a blood vessel would explode in her brain and she'd die of an instant stroke if the coach rammed his cock up her virgin pussy. Strands of rape hemp caught between her teeth. The coarse rope grated her lips. Her blonde head jerked and twisted as she gnawed. Despite her panic, or possibly because of it, the pussy-juice dribbled from her cunt. Her ass was high in the air, and the hot teen fuck-cream ran down her legs.

Nada's body arched violently, shuddering. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She screamed into her gag, out of her mind with raw sensation. Out of nowhere, in the midst of her pain and terror, an orgasm had blossomed in her loins and exploded. Her pain melted instantly into pleasure, into pure, toe-curling pleasure, ecstasy such as she had never felt before.

"Jesus Christ!" Ross held the shivering, jerking young girl by the waist, watching her face contort, feeling her cunt chew his cock. He rammed up her spuming fuck-hole, enjoying the sight and feel of her. She was coming, by God! Even after what he'd done to her, she was coming!

He fucked her till her body reined and her legs fell away from around him. He caught her legs and held them wide as he fucked her with a few last strokes. Then he released her legs and stepped back, pulling his cock out of her and letting her swing free. She dangled like a limp sack, the tips of her pink toes grated by the concrete.

No use fucking a limp sack, he thought, and he swung toward Marilyn, his cock dripping with Nada's bloody pussy-cream.

He turned around just in time. Another few seconds and Marilyn would have gnawed through her ropes and been free. She was struggling like a trapped animal, trying to break the last strands of hemp that held her. Ross snatched a rope off the floor and brought it down smartly across her back.

Marilyn gasped, banging her head on the steel upright as she jerked. Dazed, her back on fire where the rope had left a fast-swelling welt, she stared at the ceiling, blubbering unintelligibly, tears washing down her face.

"Bitch!" Ross said. "Thought you could get away, did you!"

It gave him pleasure to see Marilyn blubbering and dazed. It excited him to see her getting what she deserved for the first time in her life. He squeezed his cock and worked the foreskin up and down, feeling the tingles shoot all the way to his toes. The welt on Marilyn's back looked good enough to lick. It would be salty, a burned meat taste, sweet.

"Damn you!" Marilyn growled, breaking out of her daze. "Goddamn you!" Then she screamed so loud that she nearly pierced Ross' eardrums.

Ross had only heard screams like that once before. Sissy had made them when Marilyn and Nada had been torturing her. He'd almost forgotten about Sissy. She was still back in the girls' locker room, bound spread-eagled to the floor, her tits and belly covered with the crisscrossing welts Marilyn and Nada had inflicted on her.

"Shut up!" Ross bellowed. "Shut up, you damn bitch!" He raised his arm and jerked it down. The rope tore across Marilyn's back, this time drawing blood. As the girl howled, writhing in pain and panic, fighting her ragged bonds but too weak to break them, Ross jerked his arm down again, raising another bloody welt on her satiny-smooth skin.