"Tied up with sis" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vickers Robert)

CHAPTER TEN

"Hey, don't drop her on her head, for Christ's sake!" snapped Sid. He was watching Ellen lower the rope on which Melinda was tied.

"I'll do it any damn way I want."

"Don't get so uptight. Just because you couldn't get your jollies with the kid a while back doesn't mean he can't get it up now. The poor sap's been through a lot."

"He'll be through a hell of a lot more unless he learns not to go bitching to the principal about us."

"We've got that one made, Ellen," he told her. "Those kids can't touch us."

"Yeah, I know. But it still bums me when I think how close they came to getting us fired."

"How close was it, really? Not too close. Old man Wood was a bit bent out of shape that two of his noisier students were shooting off their mouths. Didn't he tell us to make sure this sort of thing didn't happen again? Aren't we doing exactly what he told us to do?"

"Yeah," she leered. "They won't want to go and try to get us canned after this. You two know we could do all this over again, don't you?" She prodded Melinda in the ribs, then turned to the bound boy. The look in her eye told Ron she was out for blood.

For once in his life, he kept his mouth firmly shut. He didn't want to anger her any more than she was already.

"Into the showers, gang!" ordered Sid.

He lifted Melinda up, making sure he gave her tits a nice little squeeze on the way. She cringed and tried to move away from him, but his hands were clamped too firmly on her jugs. He had already squeezed down on her nipples, taking the pebble-hard buttons between his thumb and forefinger. In this way, he could control her every movement. If she strayed from where he wanted her to go, a painful tug moved her right back into line.

Ellen used a more convenient handle to get Ron going toward the showers. She grabbed him by his prick and dragged him. If he failed to move, she'd castrate him.

Her fingers slipped off his cock and settled firmly around his balls. She tugged painfully enough to get him going.

"There, there, Stud. I'm surprised you've got any feeling at all there. You didn't seem to like my mouth on your cock when we were on the trampoline."

"I only respond to sexy women," he said, sorry the instant the words left his lips.

Ellen jerked down – hard – on his balls. He collapsed to the floor.

"Don't mouth off like that," she ordered. "While you're down there, kiss my feet. I think I'd like that."

She laced her fingers through the thick mat of his sandy hair, then shoved. He banged his head on the floor. He kissed her feet.

He didn't have any choice. She could grab his balls again and run him around the gym all night. Even worse, Ellen hated Melinda. There was no limit to what she might do to his sister.

"Good. Now stand up."

She didn't even try to help him. As soon as he managed to get his feet under him again, she gripped his nuts once more and pulled him toward the shower.

When they got into the steamy locker room, the showers were turned on full blast and sheets of mist and steam came from the stalls.

"What took you so long?" asked Sid. "Me and the chickie were just thinking about sending out a rescue party. Did you need it?"

"Hell, no. He did, though."

"Are you okay, Ron? Did that bitch hurt you?" asked Melinda, anxious.

"Don't worry. I'm doing fine."

"Hey, good, kid," said Sid. "So am I. Take a look at the way the water beads up on your sister's skin. Isn't that truly a sight to behold? The water sort of glistens off that golden pussy fur of hers. God, I'm getting horny just looking at her!"

"So do something about it, prick!" snapped Ellen.

"You're getting touchy in your old age. Maybe having him fuck you while I'm having at Goldilocks would brighten you up a little. Bend over, Ellen, and let him screw you up the ass. You always get off on that in a big way."

"Yeah, I'd like that." Turning to Ron, Ellen said in a cold voice, "And if you don't, I'll slice those precious balls of yours off with the thread. I won't do it all at once, either. Just a little bit at a time. You'll howl with the pain. It'll cut through your skin. Soon your nuts will be hanging by a thread – my thread. Then… you're minus the family jewels. How'd you like being a gelding, huh?"

"I get the picture. You don't have to say anything else." Ron was thinking of what she was saying, then he knew he would never get a hard-on with her threats rattling around in his brain. He had to think of something else, something sexy.

Like Melinda.

He turned to see the big coach pinning his sister against a tile wall. The man's cock was big and red and hunting for the snug berth of her cunt. Her legs were spread wide to give him easier entry up into her pussy.

He hardly needed directing. The blonde triangle of her pussy fur as like a road sign pointing the way. The point of the triangle directly aimed at her cunt.

The girl gasped as the prick entered her. She found herself being bent over backwards. This shoved her twat down around his cock. It wasn't a very steady position, but she found it to be a really sexy one.

The man's strong arms around her waist completely supported her. As the water hissed down on them the heat seeped into her tired bones. She found the steamy room and hot water to be rejuvenating her. And the cock drilling up into her twat was bringing the almost forgotten passion locked in her youthful body out again.

She wanted his cock.

She wanted him to fuck hell out of her.

Everything was right for it. She shoved her tits against his chest and began rubbing them. Tiny little fires were lit in her nipples. Soon, it spread, and her boobs were filled with excited blood pumping hard from her heart.

She wanted to wrap her long legs around his waist. It wasn't possible. The girl was going to have to be content with the way he was fucking her.

Not that it was all that bad. He was using long, slow strokes designed to let his own passions blossom and flourish. The man didn't really care much for the girl's comfort.

She was a cunt to be plugged with his thick cock. Nothing more.

The teenager let the soothing water relax her, making her totally receptive to the feelings of the fucking. The long, hard cock stretched her pussy walls. It was so hard remembering she had been a virgin before the evening had started.

But she had. And she'd learned a hell of a lot – the hard way – in the past few hours.

She wouldn't forget it, either. Any of it.

Right now, the flood of water and the warmth of the prick were the only things she wanted to think about.

"Like my cock, don't you?" the man whispered hotly in her ear. She answered by struggling a little, then bending her knees. This showed his cock a fraction of an inch deeper up her quim.

"Thought so!" he gloated. Then he went back to his careful, rhythmic screwing.

Ron watched all this and felt his cock hardening. He could be balling his sister. It was incest, but that only seemed to add to the excitement. He was the first one she'd ever fucked. That thought turned him on enough to get a raging boner.

Jutting out from his body, his prick seemed to be a beacon for the horny woman. She grabbed it like a handle and began stroking up and down its length. With the water pouring over it, Ron quickly found he was able to stand it.

But he would have preferred a hotter, tighter channel. Like his sister's twat.

He would have to settle for the round, bulging ass being shoved back at him. The woman was bending over the low railing between the locker room and the showers. It was obvious where she wanted him to stick his cock.

He could see the puckered little anus at the bottom of her crack. The meaty slabs of assflesh on either side drew him closer.

Quickly, he shoved forward and moaned when his broad cockhead touched the little muscle of her asshole. The tight O ring of muscle wasn't going to let him up her back door. It was clenched like a fist.

"Relax," he said. "I can't get in!"

"Don't worry about it. Just start shoving," Ellen ordered.

"It's your ass," the youth said, then shoved his hips forward. He used a steady pressure. He'd never cornholed a woman before. He wasn't sure what to expect.

When the muscle suddenly relaxed, he found himself surging up her shit chute all the way to his balls. He groaned again when he felt hot flesh clinging to the sides of his cock.

When she began tensing and relaxing her muscles, he thought he'd cum then and there. Her anus was like a hangman's noose around his prick. It tightened to the point where he was certain she'd chop him off. And her rectum was like a tight-fitting glove.

It took all his will power to keep his jism from blasting out into her ass. He knew if he didn't give her a full measure of pleasure, she might carry out all the vile threats she made.

He'd have to pretend this woman was someone else – otherwise he would always remember the threats and lose his hard-on.

It wasn't a pleasant situation for him to be in. If he didn't give her a good butt fucking, she would punish him. And if he dwelled on what she might do to him, he would lose his erection.

The only way he could keep going was to look over his shoulder at the golden image of his sister. The man was wildly banging her now. The girl's face was twisted into a contorted mask. But the youth recognized it.

She was enjoying the fucking.

He'd have to enjoy this, too, if he wanted to keep the woman from turning him into a gelding.

From stud to gelding in one evening if he didn't properly bugger her. It wasn't an exciting prospect.

Yet, he found her body demanding more and more of him. She somehow managed to tighten up her ass to the point where he pelt as if it were being sucked up into her bowels.

The way his cock was bouncing round, he wondered what she was feeling. His cock was totally surrounded by her seething flesh. The heat boiling out her asshole was enough to keep any man happy. He was only sorry it had to be under these circumstances that he was Greeking her.

Hot, sure, and definitely a hell of a lot tighter than her cunt. It wasn't as good as fucking his sister, but he couldn't complain that much. He began dragging his cock out of her asshole.

"Fuck me good, now!" she commanded. "Pleasure me as good as you can or you'll really be sorry."

"I will," he promised. "I'll give you the best cornholing you ever got."

"So do it! Stop talking!"

He rammed his hips forward. He wished he could have used his hands to balance himself. But they were tied behind his back. He bent forward a little, his chest rubbing against her back.

He could feel her spine flexing. Each and every bone in it seemed to be working against him. He drove his spike of man meat a little deeper up her rear. The heat grew as he went deeper. It wasn't possible for him to get too much farther up her rectum without setting his prick on fire.

She wiggled her hips and rubbed the curves of her ass into his groin. He knew, then, the full depth to which he could fuck. He thought she might open her mouth and have his prick shoot out.

He felt like he was that far up her back door.

Pulling out once more, he let the warm water blast down on his back. The water soothed and stimulated at the same time. The pain he'd felt earlier in his shoulders from the time she'd hung him up on the rings was almost gone. This let him concentrate more on the job at hand.

He began a gradual fucking. It didn't suit her. Hips came sailing back, ramming his cock into her asshole – hard.

The impact jolted him, rattling his teeth. He knew she wanted her butt fucked as hard as he could deliver. The youth didn't hold back from them on. It became his way of getting revenge on her.

He wanted to destroy her with his cock. At the same time, he was getting pleasure from it, pleasure only partially due to her impossibly hot and tight asshole.

The sight of his sister getting screwed let him fantasize that it washer whom he was balling. Not some mad woman intent on cutting his balls off, but his very own sister. She was tender and sweet. Her cunt was virgin tight, as tight as the asshole he was fucking now.

And with his sister, it was good. There was no threat. They were screwing each other because they dug it. They belonged together. The warmth all along his prick penetrated to his balls. He could be happy with his lovely, blonde sister.

Even if he wasn't fucking her now.

The teenager kept his body in motion. The woman's ass pulled at him, surrounded him, sucked him even farther up her asshole. He couldn't imagine how she did it.

If her mouth had been clamped firmly over the end of his cock, she couldn't have exerted more pressure on his prick. He was being pulled all the way up into her bowels.

"Keep fucking, damn you!" she howled. "Don't stop! Keep going, ummm, oh Christ, it's good! You feel like a poker burning in my guts!"

He swallowed hard. The youth was having trouble balancing. With his hands tied behind his back, he had to brace himself with a wider stance than he would have liked.

This had its advantages, though. He bent forward over the woman's back. It was incredibly sexy when he thought about this and not the threats she'd made.

He had to get her off. It was becoming more a personal challenge than a threat to him. He was enjoying this as much as he could. His cock continued driving hard up her ass.

The meaty slabs of her assflesh pounded hard at both sides of his cock when he was pulled out of her rectum. With only the head of his cock in her asshole, the warmth of her asscheeks closed in on him. As he stroked vigorously into her body, the tightness of her bowels slammed down on him.

"I… I can't keep it in, anymore!" he gasped. "My balls are going to explode. V-you're just too tight for me!"

"Keep fucking. I, oh, ungh! I haven't gotten my kicks yet."

He rested his cheek on the woman's back and looked across the steamy shower to where Sid was still banging away at Melinda. The blonde girl was lost in a marvelous spasm of orgasm. The man didn't have any trouble setting off the ultimate in human emotions in the girl. Ron was beginning to wonder what was wrong with him – or the woman whose ass he was so passionately cornholing.

It had to be her.

She was resisting him. If only he could use his hands! It'd be possible then to reach around and stroke her clit. He might even run a finger along her gash and feel the cunt juice oozing from it. That would certainly give her the extra stimulus needed to push her over the edge.

"Fondle your tits," he told the woman. "Diddle your clit. Hurry!"

He felt her body shift a little under him. The way she started shivering, he realized she was taking his advice. Just what she was doing, he couldn't see.

It didn't matter. She came.

Her climax wasn't huge but it was apparent. The way her already tight ass jerked tighter around his cock told him that. The waves of muscular spasm turned him every way but loose. His cock was caught in a vise of velvety flesh.

He didn't care. He rode with her, his cock still fucking with deliberately slow strokes. His balls were tormenting him again. The heat seething from her back door was almost too much for him.

"I'm… I'm cumming!" he gasped.

Then he realized her ass had jerked away and left his cock out in the humid air of the shower. The woman had voluntarily pulled her butt away just as he was getting ready to whitewash her guts with his jism.

The hot water of the shower smashed like tiny fists against his cock and balls. He staggered backwards, hit the wall and slid down it to the floor. His erection hurt like hell. Letting the water gush over his crotch helped a little – but not much.

The woman had gotten what she wanted, then pulled away from him so that he wouldn't get off. She had done the same thing when he was hanging from the rings out in the gym. She wanted to ruin his balls.

He hated her even more. Every time his cock painfully throbbed added a bit more fuel to his anger and loathing.

"Why?" he asked. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Ellen laughed. "Poor stud. You don't know what kind of a glow I get out of it. Seeing you with that raging hard-on, feeling you fucking the daylights out of me, then knowing you're uptight and… it's a great big power trip, kid."

Her laughter filled the shower. If he could have killed her, he would have gleefully done it.

Ron looked and saw Sid still fucking Melinda. The girl wasn't hurting any. The look on her face told him she was really enjoying this.

The two of them spun around and around under the cascading water. The tiny drops splattered on her shoulders and stimulated every hidden nerve in her body. And the ones the water couldn't touch were being stroked by the man's thick cock.

The sexual tensions in her body had been building up again. She gasped and tried pushing herself closer to the man. She was completely lost in the wonderland of sex. Her body was his.

He could do what he wanted to her – she loved it! The man was her master as long as her granted her the length of his cock all the way up her twat.

She slipped a little on the tile floor and felt his prick dig a bit farther up her twat.

This was all she needed to cum again.

It wasn't as big a cum as the prior one. She was wearing herself out. There was only so much she could stand in any given day.

For someone who had been a virgin only a few hours before, she'd had a lot of sexual mileage put on her. And she didn't care. She was tired and sweet from making love and she wanted to relax. "That's just fine, Goldilocks, but I don't think you're putting your heart into the fucking any more," said Sid. "Maybe you need a little extra incentive. Like your brother's cock reaming you out from behind?"

Her body tensed at the words.

"So you get off an that, huh?" Sid kept his cock firmly lodged in the girl's cunt and yelled over his shoulder, "Ellen, get your butt fucking boyfriend's cock over here. I got a spare hole for it to go in!"