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

CHAPTER THREE

The blonde girl stood outside the gym, her body slouching against the brick wall. She pushed a honey-blonde strand of hair from her eyes as she said to her brother, "So you saw them, too?"

Ron nodded, grim. "Honest. Coach Barnett was in his office getting a blow job from her. She was obviously getting quite an eyeful of the boys' locker room, too."

"Bet it wasn't the locker room she was looking at," mumbled Melinda. "I know Coach Barnett sure wasn't looking at the walls and floor when he came in I could actually feel his eyes stripping me naked!"

"If you were in the locker room, his eyes didn't have much work to do. I don't know about you, Melinda, but I'm fed up with them and their peeping. I'm going to tell the principal. He'll stop it."

"Well, I don't know, Ron. After all, they're not really hurting anyone and…"

"They're sick! Melinda, I tell you, it's not natural for them to come into the dressing rooms like that. They get off on watching."

Melinda said in a low voice, "I can sorta see how they'd like it. But, yeah, you're right, Ron. We should let Mr. Wood know what's coming down in his PE classes."

The two walked immediately up the winding concrete path and were ushered into their principal's office.

"So what is it? I'm busy. The secretary said this was something about Miss Jarvis and Mr. Barnett. You two looking to get out of PE, is that it?"

"No, sir, that's not it at all. Well, you see, we've got a complaint. Those two are going into the locker rooms and watching while we dress and undress!"

"So?"

"It's like this, Mr. Wood. Coach Barnett comes into the girls' locker room and Coach Jarvis goes into the boys'. And… and today, I caught them just after they'd… they'd…"

"Come, come, young lady. What?"

"They'd just finished fucking," Melinda said abruptly.

"What!" exploded Mr. Wood. "How dare you use language like that! You, young lady, will get a month of detention for that. I-I just can't imagine!"

"Look, Mr. Wood. This isn't a joke. Those two have been fucking like rabbits and…"

"And, you, too, young man, will be in detention hall for a month. And I don't want to hear any more about this. You're just out to smear two fine teachers. I won't have it. I don't know what you've got against Mr. Barnett and Miss Jarvis, but I'll certainly let them know you've been here slandering them. Imagine!" he snorted again.

Ron looked at his sister and shrugged. They both knew this wasn't going to get them anything but further punishment. And if Mr. Wood actually told their coaches they'd been here and what they'd accused the two of, it could mean a living hell for them the rest of the year.

"Out!" the principal barked. "Get out of my office. I just don't know what this younger generation's coming to!"

Ron and Melinda left without another word. Outside the office, Melinda said, "What now? We're in big trouble."

"It might not be too bad. I doubt if Mr. Wood would actually tell them what we've said. I hope," he added.

"That son of a bitch," said Melinda. "That dirty old son of a bitch not believing us! Why should we lie?"

"Aw, they all stick together." Ron looked disgusted. "Well, enough of that. I'm on the dance committee. We've got our final meeting before the disco tomorrow evening in the cafeteria."

"The cafeteria. Ugh!" exclaimed Melinda. "How awful. Couldn't you have found a better place?"

"It was either the cafeteria for the dance or the gym. I don't like the idea of snuggling up to a chick and smelling nothing but dead sweat socks."

Melinda smiled. "It all depends on what you get off on. Tell you what. Let me go on down and look over the gym. It's a lot bigger. Surely, they'd let us use it?"

"Give it a try and let me know what you think. Be seeing you."

Ron walked off leaving Melinda to her thoughts. She was looking forward to the disco dance. She went off to the gym to see if it wouldn't be a better location for the dance.

Inside, she looked for the watchman, then she wandered into the deserted building. It was dark and spooky. Melinda felt gooseflesh growing on her arms and the back of her neck.

When someone grabbed her, she screamed.

"EEEIIII! Wh-who is it?"

The hands clamped like iron bands on her upper arms. She couldn't turn and see who was holding her so tightly. Struggling didn't do her any good so she calmed down a little.

"God, I love seeing her boobs jiggle around," came a deep voice.

"You dig any chick who's got good-sized knockers," came a woman's voice in response.

Those words sent an added chill up and down Melinda's spine. The voices belonged to the two PE coaches.

"Wh-what do you want?" she stammered.

"The little girl's got a voice."

"Yeah, but she doesn't know when to use it. She actually went to old man Wood bitching about us. Can you imagine that, Sid?"

"Not really. She looks so innocent. But you know how these kids are today. The more naive they look, the more they screw around. Hey, I felt her entire body tense up when I mentioned that. Do you figure she wants to fuck?"

"Don't be crass, Sid," said the woman coach.

"You don't know if she's a virgin or not."

"We can find out."

"Let's," agreed Ellen.

"Hey, wait! This isn't…" A rough hand over her mouth closed off her words.

"You just hush or I'll tape your mouth shut."

They dragged her to the sidehorse and brutally shoved her against it. Turning, the girl looked at her two tormentors. She could see they meant business – and it wasn't going to be good business for her.

"You shouldn't go around shooting off your mouth, little girl," the man coldly told her. "Especially when we're in a position to do something about it. Let's show her exactly what we can do about it, Sid. Tie her hands."

The girl bolted. Ellen tackled her and brought her to the pound easily. Then Sid was gripping her wrists. She was carried to the sidehorse. A quick turn of rope bound her left hand to one of the sidehorse handles.

Struggling, she cried, "You can't do this to me! You can't!"

"Oh, no? Well, little girl, you'll find out just what we can do to you. And then maybe you'll keep that lip zipped tight." Ellen finished tying Melinda to the sidehorse. The girl had her back to the apparatus, her hands in back of her at an awkward angle. She licked her lips fearing what these two perverts might do to her.

"Look at those legs," he said. "I love legs. Let's see how they look farther up." He began lifting her skirt a little at a time.

When his cold hands touched the inside of her thigh, Melinda screamed. Another hand pressed hard on her mouth.

"Don't scream or you'll really regret it!"

She mutely nodded, not trusting her voice. Fear clogged her throat. The coach's hand began working higher and higher on her sensitive inner thighs. The smooth flesh flowed like satin as he moved higher and higher toward her crotch.

The teenager groaned when his hand stroked lightly across her crotch. Even with the cotton panties between his hand and her snatch, she had to cringe.

"She likes it. She likes the feel of my hand," the man gloated.

"You're far too crude for such an innocent little girl. Let me show her a little feminine kindness. Oh, those horrid panties. They offend me."

The woman slipped her fingers under the band and yanked – hard.

Melinda screamed as the ripping panties left a red welt around her waist. She stopped screaming when an open-handed slap smashed into her mouth.

"Tape her mouth shut Sid. I can't stand her bawling like that."

"I'd prefer to be balling her," he muttered. His eyes looked hot and fierce in the darkness. The girl cringed even more.

"I… I won't scream again. Don't gag me, please!"

"She's begging now. But that's no good, little girl. You'll have to offer me something for the favor of not gagging you. What will it be?" Ellen demanded. Her fingers dug into the girl's snatch with brutal strength.

"A-anything!" Melinda gasped. She felt the tears running down her cheeks.

"Anything? My, how generous she is. I think I'll sample some of this fur pie. Spread those legs wider, damn you! I want to get my fair share of everything you've offered me!"

The girl began sobbing hard. Her entire body was racked by her tears. But she felt the woman's head between her legs. She tried to keep her legs together, but couldn't.

"Urn, looks tasty. Sorta dry, but I think I can do something about that real fast!"

"Why are you doing this to me?" Melinda had to fight to keep her voice from breaking into hysteria.

The man solemnly said, "This is just a taste of what you'll get if you ever try squealing on us again."

Melinda groaned again, but this time it wasn't from pain as much as from humiliation – and the sensuous feel of the woman's lewd mouth all over her pussy.

The woman began with light flicks of her tongue designed to arouse the young girl's passions. In spite of her fear, the teenager had to admit the coach was succeeding. At first, her body was tense. Then as Ellen's tongue began stroking gently along her sex lips, the tenseness changed.

She was still uptight. But now it was different. Now she was anticipating what was to come.

A deep shudder racked her body again. With the woman's tongue probing between her pussy lips, she could barely stand. Her knees had gone weak. The rough, wet tongue dragged from one end of her gash to the other. And slowly, in spite of herself, the girl felt her body beginning to respond.

She tried to stop her reaction. She couldn't. In spite of all the degrading things they'd done to her, her cunt was beginning to moisten because of her tongue. That evil tongue licked and stroked back and forth until a flow of cunt juice was leaking from the girl's pussy.

"Um," the woman said, smacking her lips, "she's beginning to taste real good."

The girl didn't know whether to cry or not. Her body was beginning to churn inside – chum from sexual need. The feel of that hot female tongue was new and different. The woman knew all the right places to touch, to kiss, to lick.

The teenager was gasping for breath. She was wanting more!

"I think she likes it," the man commented. "And I like the way her tits are bobbing. Hey, hey feel good. Kid doesn't wear a bra. I like that, and I like the way her nipples are already hard. Just like little marshmallows!"

The girl gasped when the man squeezed on her tits. His big hands totally covered her boobs. Then the rhythmic pressure started, sending lances of sheer joy into her chest.

Then her arousal was doubled. She felt a wet, sucking mouth at work on her cunt again.

The coach rubbed his hand across her boobs and tweaked her nipples. She knew her tits were filling with excited blood.

The way the woman worked was masterful. She started up in the girl's bush. Her tongue wound little spins of pussy fur into wet piles, then pressed them back down with her tongue. Working lower, she ported Melinda's labia and found the little bud of her clit.

Melinda could barely keep back the orgasm crouching in her loins. The woman's tongue circled around and around the base of her clit. Then she began a gradual spiral up her clit. Each rough caress felt like sandpaper along a raw nerve.

The girl was struggling to keep her sanity. She'd either have to cum soon or lose her mind.

"Ummmmmm, oh, stop, I… I can't take it! Don't doooo this to meee!"

"This is the famous 'Do the opposite' pitch I've always heard that young chicks pull," the man aid. "Go on and tongue-fuck the hell out of her. He's begging for it!"

His hands worked faster and faster on her tits. Squeezing, touching, tormenting. She was writhing back and forth on the sidehorse, her hands bound in the most uncomfortable position possible.

Melinda found she was getting off more on the fondling and tongue than she would have thought possible under the circumstances.

"She likes it, I tell you. Give it to her good!"

The girl shrieked and tossed her honey-blonde hair back. Her emotions totally possessed her. She was a slave to her body – and her body was filled with the sexiest feeling ever!

The tongue left her clit and worked lower, spreading her now-moist pussy lips. The turgid flaps of skin were filled with aroused blood.

When the tongue drove hard and fast into her cunt, she came. Her body arched back over the sidehorse. She ignored the pain in her wrists and upper arms. It was blotted out by the pleasure surging through her entire body.

It started between her legs, deep inside her cunt where the woman's tongue moved in ever-faster strokes. She was tongue-fucking the girl as hard and deep as she could. But this wasn't all the arousal the girl was receiving from the two coaches.

The man's hands on her boobs were having their full effect, too. The girl had always had sensitive knockers. The coach was taking full benefit of this to push her over the brink of orgasm.

As she drifted back from her cunt, she knew immediately that she wasn't going to be allowed to rest. The two were giving her even more pleasure. She didn't know how she was going to be able to bear up under it.

The man was rotating her boobs in different directions. He acted as if he wanted to rip off the snowy white mounds. Fierce grips left red finger marks on her milk-white tits. But she didn't care.

The nipples cresting her tits were pulsing hard. She loved it – and hated it.

This was degrading having the two coaches do such a thing to her. She didn't want them to force sex on her – and what was even more humiliating was that now she didn't want them to stop!

The tongue swirling around like a berserk tornado in her cunt was licking up all her flow of fuck fluids. The tongue didn't miss a single soft, velvety fold in her cunt walls. It drove hard into her pussy, striving to bury itself as far as a cock would.

Then, suddenly, her cunt was empty. The tongue was gone.

"Wh-what are you doing? I… I want more!"

The two laughed. "Hear that?" the man said. "She likes it!"

"Can't disappoint her. Besides, I was just getting my breath back. Damn, but she has a juicy quim!"

And the woman vanished back between the girl's slender thighs. Her head burrowed deeper and deeper until she was able to move her tongue along the entire length of the sex slash.

The girl groaned when the woman's tongue drove into her asshole. She arched her back over the sidehorse again. She found this only gave the woman more access to her ass.

Kissing and licking, the woman worked all over the young girl's ass. The girl screamed when the woman bit her.

A slap was her reward. She felt her teeth crush her lips under the force of the blow.

The man snarled, "I said no shouting and I meant it."

"Please, I… this is so confusing!"

"Confusing, huh? Show her how confusing it can get, Ellen!"

The woman began to alternate waves of pleasure with waves of pain. The girl was totally confused.

First, a tongue would drive far up her cunt. The delight would swell within her and then radiate out, warm and exciting.

Next, hard teeth would bite down on tender pussy lip. The pain would rocket into the girl's body, overshadowing the pleasure she'd felt only moments before. Even as this was dying out, joy would warm her again as the woman sucked on her fully erect clit.

Then the pain as the woman jerked on the furry bush of blonde hair wiped out any pleasure.

The confusion in her body and brain was immense. The girl wasn't able to sort it all out any more.

Pleasure – pain. They blended into one. Her wrists were aching, her back was cramped, her shoulder muscles hurt – but her crotch was burning with desire.

Desire, then pain. Over and over the pattern was repeated until the girl was sobbing.

"Let her go, Ellen. I think little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes has learned her lesson."

Melinda felt the ropes being untied around her wrists. She sank to the gym floor, exhausted physically and emotionally.

"Don't meddle, kid," came Ellen's deceptively mild voice.

"Yeah. And just forget this ever happened or you'll be in big trouble," said Sid Barnett.

Melinda knew the two meant what they said – and she hated them for it.