Robert Vickers - Tied up with sis

The girl's Phys. Ed. coach, Ellen Jarvis, leaned against the wall in the gym watching the boy's PE class come trotting in. They were sweaty and tired – and gorgeous.

She loved watching the way their young asses moved. It made her so hot she almost came. Her hand pressed against her own tight shorts. Back and forth over the crotch she rubbed. Soon, a tiny wet patch had begun to spread like wildfire. The woman couldn't restrain herself any longer. She followed the last of the boys into the locker room.

The smell hit her. Heavy, almost overpowering. But the maleness of it made her itch deep inside. Her cunt was screaming for some action – long, hard cock action.

The boys were busy showering and getting dressed. Horsing around, they didn't notice her at first. She quickly slipped into Coach Barnett's office. Ellen like it in there. The shiny window looking out over the locker room was almost like a one-way mirror. She could sit in the office and drool over all the naked flesh and never be seen.

Ellen propped herself on the edge of the desk and licked her lips. Her tits rose and fell, unfettered by a bra. She thought such things were ridiculous. It made her feel like a prisoner. She liked to hang loose and move easily.

Like her hand was doing over her aroused crotch. Her cunt was spilling out its fuck juices now. A tiny river of her oily secretion ran down the inside of her leg. It tickled and aroused her. She kept up a firm motion across her sex lips.

The tiny jolts of sensation ripping into her body told her this was going to be a good day.

She licked her lips again as she eyed the young boys outside. Naked, dripping wet from the showers, cocks bouncing freely, they were a big turn-on for her. When one whacked another across the ass with a wet towel, she almost came.

Groaning, she reached down and picked up a baseball bat. The woman began rubbing the handle across her cunt. It wasn't as good as a cock, but it would have to do.

All that lovely, wet, naked male flesh – and so near! She wished she could reach out and touch, kiss, feel!

"What the hell are you doing in here?"

"What the hell you think I'm doing in here?" she snapped back. The woman had recognized Sid Barnett's voice. The boy's Phys. Ed. coach wasn't likely to toss her out. Not after she'd caught him looking into the girls' shower. They were a matched set. She loved spying on his boys and he liked ogling her girls.

"Looks like you're getting all hot and bothered with a baseball bat. What's the matter? That the best you can do?"

"Have you got a better suggestion? Just looking at them is getting me so damned horny I can barely stand it."

"Instead of that wood, why not try a real live prick?" he asked. He shucked off his shorts and worked his cock free of his jock strap.

The sight of his hairy ass, his huge erection springing up from his crotch, was more than the randy woman could stand. She dropped to her knees in front of him and took his cock lovingly in hand. For a long moment, she stroked it. Then she popped it into her mouth.

The sweaty taste stung her lips, bit at her tongue. And she loved it! Sucking hard, she pulled it inch by slow inch into her mouth. Her tongue moved restlessly all along the thickness filling her mouth.

She traced out every fold and wrinkle of skin on the entire length of his cock before trying something different. Her lips formed a tight O around his prick. Sucking, she moved her head away from his groin.

"Goddamn, woman!" he groaned. "Feels like you're pulling my guts out the end of my cock! Oh, shiiit!"

"Ummm," she agreed, her mouth never leaving his prick. The salty sweat taste was being replaced by the heavy male musk odor of a thoroughly aroused man. She knew she was getting to him.

Just the way his cock bucked to and fro in her mouth told her that. She pressed firmly on the tiny flap of skin hanging under his cockhead. This was the most sensitive portion of his prick.

His hands locked on the back of her head. He took a double handful of her dark hair and pulled her face directly into his crotch. Face-fucking her was the only thing he could think of.

It didn't matter to him that his junior high PE class was just a few feet away. They were making too much noise for them to hear his occasional groans or the lewd, loud sucking noise of the woman's mouth working avidly on his cock.

The sight of those naked young boys did affect the woman, however. All the time she was lavishing the best of mouth love on the coach, she was eyeing the naked bodies outside his office. A hairy young stud would flash by, his cock proud and bold.

Wondering what it would be like getting one of them to fuck her only added to her excitement.

She sucked even harder.

"Damn, woman, give me a chance!" he almost sobbed. Staggering back, he rested on the desk. It helped him keep upright. Otherwise, with her sucking as hard as she was on his cock, his legs would have given out and he would have sunk to the concrete floor of his office.

"Your cock is just too tasty!" she said with gusto. "I love sucking on a real man's prick!"

She teased his balls with the tip of her finger. She could feel the thick stew of his jism beginning to boil. It wouldn't be long before it all erupted. She didn't want to miss a single sticky drop of that tasty jism. He'd cum in her mouth or not at all!

Her mouth descended on his cock again. This time she sucked along the shaft of his boner. The pulsing was growing harder, more vital. His virility was more and more apparent to her. It didn't seem possible but his cock was still growing in size.

She thought eight inches was pretty good. Under her tormenting mouth, his prick had grown another inch – at least!

She started watering at the mouth as well as out of her twat. This was too succulent a treat to pass up. She dived back down an his cock, her lips sliding softly around it.

The rubbery tip of his cock bounced off the roof of her mouth. She swallowed hard, then began wiggling closer. She was going to swallow him whole! The cock was dancing wildly in his lust for her.

She farmed a rough, wet cradle out of her tongue. His prick rested nicely in the trough. Then she moved a little closer to him. Another inch of cock slipped down her throat. Then another and another until all of his nine-inch cock was completely down her throat.

Her throat worked eagerly. The motion stimulated the underside of his cock.

He moaned. "I… I can't hold it back! Y-you're milking me of my cum! Damn, ohhh, damn!"

The woman couldn't stand his cock down her throat much longer. She had to breathe. Her head slipped back and his cock retreated from her throat. Gasping hotly for air, her nostrils flared.

This only aroused him more. Her breath felt like burning pokers to his sensitized flesh.

Her tongue lashed out, and around the knobby head of his cock. He was almost screaming when she lewdly smacked a kiss on the very tip of his cock.

"Don't move your sucking mouth!" be begged. "I want more! More, damn you, do you hear? More!"

"Sure, love, sure," she answered. "I was just getting a better look out your picture window."

And she was. The sight of the boys dressing turned her on even more. The hollowness deep in her twat was growing. She felt the need for cock up her cunt – almost as much as the need she felt to keep sucking off this man's long prick.

She had to decide.

Mouth or cunt.

Licking her lips decided for her. She'd suck him off. The smell, the tasty prick, the sight of all that naked teenage flesh outside, all kept her emotions at a fever pitch.

Licking, she worked back and forth from purpled tip to balls. He laced his fingers through her hair to guide her in the motion he liked the best. He wanted to really face-fuck her. He'd have to wait till she was ready to take his prick back into her mouth.