Schools are very careful of their reputations. The issue of teacher misbehavior is so explosive, with such great ramifications that great lengths are gone to in order to avoid any hint of impropriety. Still, they occur.
When a teacher is caught misusing his position and relationship with children, there is seldom a court case. The school board demands his resignation, or fires him-though this may cause comment-and a hint of his error is slipped into the highly confidential permanent record which goes with him from job to job. The theory is that this is enough to forever bar him from teaching. Like most bureaucratic methods, the theory is an overstatement.
But one of the interesting things about teachers acting like sexual human beings is, why is it wrong?
The answer is not that sex is wrong or ugly, but that a teacher is in a position of trust in which he or she has great influence over the shaping of the personalities and lives of other people's children. What is done to a child today may affect him for the rest of his life, and it could very well be that a teacher interested in his own self-gratification is not looking out for the interest of the child.
This novel is an exploration of the type of things that can go wrong when a teacher seeks to set himself above the moral code he is supposed to observe. And it is not all self-gratifying for him!
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
"What in hell are you two doing there?" yelled a gruff voice.
The two girls froze in their tracks.
"See," Marti Stevens whispered. "I told you we were in for it. Now Coach Fields has caught us, and it's all your fault."
"I am not," Marti sobbed, "I'm just scared, that's what. What will he do to us?"
Gerald Fields, the tumbling coach of Forton High School, was advancing toward the girls. The big man looked even bigger to Marti as he approached. She had heard so many terrible stories about him, how he punished the members of his squad if they did not perform at top form every minute of the time, and how he demanded that they win every competition they entered. His unswerving sense of discipline was probably the main reason why the tumblers from Forton High were slated to win the state tournament this year. The whole town of Forton was in a state of constant excitement at the prospect of finally winning something.
Forton was a very small town and none of its athletic teams ever won anything. Each year, the football and basketball seasons ended in dismal failure. The same was true of track.
Because of his drive to win, Gerald Fields was a real godsend to the school. But right now, Marti Stevens was concentrating on his drive to punish. The fine boned, thirteen-year-old blonde girl glanced over at Peg. The girl was standing defiantly, watching the coach move toward them.
Damn her! thought Marti. Just because she's fifteen, she thinks she owns the world.
It was Peg's fault. She had kept at Marti, insisting that they sneak into the gym where the tumbling equipment was kept and play with it.
Marti wondered why she had let Peg persuade her to sneak into the gymnasium and fool around with the tumbling equipment. It had taken a lot of talking, but, as always. Peg had broken down Marti's arguments one by one, until the younger girl followed along.
Whether they were supposed to use it or not, both of the girls longed to try out the equipment. They had watched with envy as the boys on the team had gone through their paces at the several exhibition meets which had been held to let everybody know how good the team was this year. The muscular young men seemed to fly through the air on invisible wings as they worked out for the public on the parallel bars, the horses, and, best of all, the trampoline. It did seem unfair that Coach Fields kept the majority of the students from using the equipment, especially when what could be done on it looked so exciting.
"I said, what are you two doing?" the coach bellowed.
"Nothing, sir," Marti stammered.
"What did you say, Kid?" the coach asked.
"She said we weren't doing anything," Peg answered, her voice defiant.
"Didn't you two hear the announcement I made on the speaker last week ? "
The girls were silent, Marti looking at her feet, Peg staring the coach straight in the eye.
"Well, Pm waiting for an answer. Did you hear the announcement or didn't you?"
"Yes, sir, we did," Marti mumbled, never lifting her eyes.
"Then what are you doing in here?"
"We were curious. We wanted to try the equipment for ourselves." Peg said, her voice loud and clear.
"Oh, you did, did you? Too bad you didn't come out for the team."
"We couldn't."
"You're damn right, you couldn't. You're girls."
"Other schools have girls on their tumbling teams."
"I don't give a damn what other schools do. That's got nothing to do with what I do. They hired me to win the state championship, and I'm going to do it. I wouldn't get anywhere near it, if I had to keep stopping to wipe girls' noses all the time."
In all her thirteen years, Marti Stevens could not remember having been this scared. She could hear her own heart pounding, her knees felt weak, and she was frightened that they would not hold her up. She could imagine herself falling into a crumpled heap before the raging tumbling coach. All she wanted was to get away. She did not care what else happened.
"How old are you anyway ? I don't think I've seen you around," Fields growled, reaching out and shaking Marti.
"I'm thirteen. I'm a freshman."
"Since you're a freshman, Kid, I'm going to let you go. Get the hell out of here, and if I ever catch you screwing around this equipment again, you're dead. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, sir."
"As for you, Pretty Peggy, I've had my eye on you all year. You're a cocky little bitch, and I think I might knock a little bit of that cockiness out of you, and right now."
"But that's not fair. Why punish me and not her?"
"Because I say so," the coach shouted. He slapped Peg hard across the face. "Nothing's fair. The sooner you learn that, the better off you'll be."
"Yes, sir," Peg said, rubbing her cheek.
When she took her hand away, Marti saw Peg's cheek was red, the print of the coach's hand clearly outlined on the white flesh. Now she was afraid to leave, even if Fields did want her to.
"Now you get the hell out of here, Freshman. You understand."
"Yes, sir."
Marti turned and began to walk away. As she left, she heard the coach say, "Now, Miss
Peggy, if you want to make the team, let's just see how well you do."
Marti walked halfway across the gymnasium floor. She heard the coach's voice behind her, but could no longer make out what he was saying. She was duty bound to go back and stand by Peg. What would her father say if he knew she walked off and left her friend to face punishment alone for something both of them had done?
Resolutely Marti turned and started back to where the coach and Peg stood facing each other. The coach was not yelling anymore. That was one good sign at least, Marti thought. Maybe he had calmed down enough so that he would not be quite so hard on them.
Marti stopped where a pile of tumbling mats, rolled up and stacked on top of each other, hid her from their view. It would not hurt to stop for a minute, just to hear what the coach was saying.
"I'll let you try out the equipment, Peg. How would you like that?"
Marti could not believe her ears. The tone of Gerald Field's voice had changed completely. He sounded almost friendly now. Besides that, he was actually asking Peg if she wanted to use the equipment.
"I might even give you a few pointers, just like I do for the team. What do you say?"
"That would be great, Coach," Peg said, smiling broadly at the big man.
"What equipment would you like to work out on first?"
"Oh, I know. The trampoline is my very favorite."
Marti crinkled her lips in disgust. Peg was giving the coach her baby talk, just the way she did the boys in her class. To hear Peg talk, especially when she used that breathless baby voice, one would never guess what was really going on in her mind. But Marti knew. After all, she was Peg's best friend. She knew that one minute Peg would bat her big, brown eyes at a boy, coming on to him as if she were the spirit of innocence, and the next minute be turning to her to comment on the size of the bulge in his Levi's. The coach was getting the baby voice treatment. Maybe that was why he was about to let Peg use the trampoline. Some punishment! The coach had apparently wanted to get rid of her for some reason, so that he could be alone with Peg. What a rotten thing to do. After all, she had wanted to use the gymnastic equipment just as much as Peg had, maybe even more.
"So you want to try the tramp, huh ? " Gerald Field said..
"Yes, more than anything in the world. Can I? Can I please?"
"Sure. Of course you can. Here, I'll uncover it for you."
The coach pulled the canvas cover off the top of the trampoline, exposing the taut, springy surface. He bounced the surface with his hand a couple of times. Peg squealed with delight, just at the sight of it. Marti knew that the trampoline was what Peg would want to try. She was forever commenting to Marti how the boys looked when they bounced around on it. She even said she thought it was sexy, and said that she wished sometime the team members would give a trampoline exhibition without wearing their jock straps. As it was, she was always embarrassing Marti by insisting that the two of them sit where they would have the best chance of seeing up the legs of the guys' gym shorts, as they bounced up and down on the big, springy trampoline.
"Now, Peg, just climb right up here," the coach said, patting the top of the trampoline again.
As Peg moved forward and placed her hands on the framework, ready to lift herself up onto the trampoline, the coach stopped her.
"Oh, no. That won't work. It won't work at all."
"Why, whatever is the matter, Mr. Fields?" Peg asked, still in her baby voice.
"You can't work out on the tramp in that skirt and blouse."
"But why not?" Peg lisped, batting her eyelashes.
"Because you'll ruin them. What would your mother say? You might even rip something. She wouldn't like that, would she?"
"No, no, I guess not," she answered, her voice downcast.
"Well, then. I guess we can't let you use the tramp tonight. Sorry."
"Wait, wait. I could go to the locker room and change into my gym suit. It would only take me a couple of minutes."
"You mean the girls' locker room?"
"Sure. My suit is in my locker."
"Miss Jonas has left for the day. She's the girls' physical education teacher, and she keeps the key to the locker room."
"Then there's no way I can get to my gym suit?"
"No, I'm afraid not. Sorry. I guess you'll just have to leave."
Peg turned and started to walk away. Marti ducked behind the mats so that she would not be seen.
"Just a second, Peg, I've got an idea how you can work out on the tramp tonight without needing your gym suit."
"Yeah? What's that?" Peg returned to where the coach stood beside the trampoline.
"Just take your skirt and blouse off."
"But, but, in front of you?"
"Sure. I won't tell anyone if you promise you won't. You know how it is. There are a few people around this town who just wouldn't understand. See, it doesn't make any difference to me, and nobody else will be the wiser. It'll be our secret. What do you say?"
The girl paused as if thinking it over. Then she grinned. "Do me a favor, Coach. Don't call me Peggy."
"Sure. Anything you say, Peg," the coach said, grinning back at the girl.
Marti could hardly believe her eyes. Peg was taking off her clothing in front of the young coach. Slowly the brown-eyed girl unbuttoned her blouse, her fingers deftly moving from button to button, exposing more and more of her smooth flesh to the man's view. As she opened the front of it, her eyes never left Gerald Fields' face. Her smile became even more broad.
"Hmmm, the cool air feels fine on my skin," Peg crooned as she slipped the blouse off over her shoulders, handing it to the coach.
The coach seemed unable to take his eyes off her.
"You're staring at me, Mr. Fields," Peg said, her voice low and sensual.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to."
"I suppose you must think I'm an awful hick," Peg said as she began to unzip her short skirt.
"What do you mean by that? What makes you think I feel you're a hick?"
"Because I wear a bra. None of the city girls do anymore, do they?"
"I really wouldn't know about that."
"Oh, come now, Mr. Fields, I bet you do. A handsome man like you must surely know all kinds of things like that."
Peg stepped out of her skirt, kicking off her shoes at the same time. She stood before him clad only in her bra, panties and pantyhose. Marti could tell by the look on the coach's face that he liked what he saw. And why shouldn't he, she thought. Peg was surely cute enough. She was tall for her age and her body was thin and lithe. Her breasts were well developed and jutted proudly out from her chest, supported by the lacy bra. That was some line Peg had given the coach about being a hick because she wore a bra. That flimsy elastic garment was her proudest possession. Peg had argued with her mother for days before the woman would allow her to spend that kind of money for underwear. Marti knew because she had heard most of the discussion.
Marti wondered if her breasts would grow the way Peg's had over the last year. There was nothing wrong with them, she felt sure of that. It was simply that she was so young. So far, she had little more than a handful.
"Oh, dear, now you'll think I'm a hick for sure, seeing that I wear panties and pantyhose both."
"Your mother again?"
"Yes, that's right. I suppose I had better take the hose off. Otherwise, I might snag them, and she would never forgive me."
The girl hooked her fingers under the waistband of the pantyhose and pushed them downward, wiggling her full hips as she removed them.
Marti was watching the coach. As Peg slipped the pantyhose down her long legs, Marti detected a movement in the front of the coach's slacks. Before another minute had passed, she could see his big meat outlined clearly down one pants leg. It reached halfway to his knee, or so it seemed from where Marti was watching. She felt a tiny spasm of excitement in the area of her crotch. She and Peg had overheard a conversation among some of the boys on the gymnastics team. They had said that Coach Gerald Fields was hung like a horse. He had taken showers with them, so they claimed they knew. Now Marti could see that they had been telling the truth. The man's prick looked as though it had to be at least ten inches long.
"Well, Coach, I'm ready. What do I do now?" Peg asked.
Even Marti had to admit that her friend was very attractive in her bra and tiny bikini panties. Her panties were translucent and showed a dark spot, indicating the girl's already well developed pubic bush. All in all, with her long, shapely legs, her lithe torso and her sweet, innocent appearing face, Peg presented a very enticing picture, as she stood in the empty gymnasium, smiling at the handsome coach.
"What do I do now?" she asked.
"Just get up on the tramp," the man replied, his voice tight.
Peg grasped the framework of the big trampoline and pulled herself up onto it. She rolled across its smooth, pliant surface.
"Oh, this feels neat."
Little by little, she began to explore, bouncing around a little, giggling as her fearful efforts took her higher and higher off the surface.
"Oh, this feels so great, so much fun. I love it."
"Good. Just keep bouncing higher and higher."
The coach had moved alongside the apparatus, his eyes were riveted to the teenager's smooth, undulating body. Marti could see that his prick was hard and jerking inside his pants. As she watched, the coach rubbed his crotch with his trembling hand, exciting his throbbing dong all the more.
"Even my hair is bouncing!" Peg squealed, her voice changing pitch as she bounced higher and higher.
"Yeah, I know. The tramp is really fun."
"I feel like I want to . . . Well, you know.
"Like you have to piss, you mean."
"Yes. There's another feeling too, though. I feel, well. . . . "
"Sexy."
"Yes. Sexy!"
Marti continued watching, more excited than she had ever been. She could clearly see that the coach was in a state of complete excitement, and, knowing Peg, she felt sure the girl was feeling much the same. She, herself, was getting moist between the legs as her heart pounded faster and faster. Her face was flushed and her palms sweaty.
Marti was sure that within just a few minutes, she was going to witness something very exciting. Instinctively, Marti's hand found its way underneath her skirt. She felt her crotch and discovered that her panties were already soaked through from her excited leakings. She brought her fingers to her nose, inhaling the musky sweet odor of her own juices. The scent made her weak in the knees.
"Slow down a minute," called Gerald Fields. "You're going to get overtired."
Bit by bit, Peg quieted her bouncing, until she was still on the mat, her head facing the coach. She raised herself to her elbows, showing her cleavage to the best advantage, her young breasts pushed up and together by the lacy bra.
"Coach, I really want to thank you for letting me do this. Wouldn't Marti be jealous if she knew?"
"Who's Marti?"
"My girlfriend, the girl who was here with me when you found us."
"Oh, yeah, the freshman. Promise me you won't tell her I let you use the tramp. You know what I said about people not understanding."
"Mr. Fields, I wouldn't dream of it. It's our little secret."
"Good. Let's keep it just that way."
"There's just one thing, though," Peg said, using her little girl voice again.
"What's that, Peg?"
"Well, it's just that if the trampoline is so much fun for one, it must be even better with two. I mean, I would think that one person's bouncing around would change the other person's bouncing around. Oh, I don't know how to say it right. Do you know what I mean?"
"Yeah, sure. You're right. With two people, you're never just exactly sure what way you'll go. Takes a lot of skill."
"Gee," Peg sighed, "I sure wish I could try it with somebody else. Wait, I have an idea."
"What's that?"
"Couldn't you come up here and show me, just for a little while, just to give me some idea of what it's like with two people?"
Marti had been wondering how Peg was going to manage to get the coach into the position where she wanted him. Now she knew. She peeked over the pile of mats, wondering whether or not Coach Fields would fall for Peg's seemingly innocent trick. She certainly hoped so. Peg had told her so much about fucking, that she wanted nothing more in the world to see it really taking place. Even her friend's lurid descriptions were not nearly as good as seeing the real thing. Marti was dizzy with excitement now, her fingers moving faster and faster against the flimsy fabric of her panties, pushing against her leaking twat. She knew she would soon be snaking her hand inside her bikini to drive the slim fingers clear up into her vagina, but she would work up to that, holding off as long as possible to be sure she first had herself as worked up as possible.
"Please, Coach, can't you come up onto the trampoline, just for a little while?" Peg whined, her voice sickeningly sweet.
"I got the same problem you did, Peg. I'm wearing my street clothes."
"Well," Peg smiled, "Can't you solve your problem the same way I solved mine?"
The coach looked doubtful. "I don't know. I suppose so. Promise you'll never tell anyone?"
"Like you said, it's our little secret. Cross my heart and hope to die."
Peg trailed her fingers across her breast, drawing attention to her smooth, creamy tits.
Without another word, Coach Fields kicked off his loafers and unbuttoned his dress shirt. Marti gasped at the sight of his hairy chest. Even her father did not have as much fuzz on his upper body as that. The coach's chest was covered with tight black curls. Marti's fingers itched to touch it. She longed to run her hands over the soft hair, letting her long fingers trace their way through it.
"Oh, my you're so hairy!" Peg squealed.
"Yeah, I guess I am," the coach said, sounding embarrassed.
"That's nice. It's the way I like men to be. None of the boys here in school has more on his chest than just a little peach fuzz."
"Oh, really? Have you done some research on that, Peg?"
"Let's just say I get around a little," Peg replied, smiling coyly at the coach.
As the coach started to climb onto the trampoline, Peg said, "You're not going to leave your slacks on, are you? I mean, they're such nice slacks and all, I wouldn't want you to rip them or anything like that."
"I suppose you're right," Gerald Fields said.
Marti almost giggled out loud. What was the coach trying to pull? Certainly he did not expect Peg to think that he was that naive. It was as if the two of them were playing some elaborate,' dishonest game with one another, each trying to make the other think that they were not really aiming toward the same thing. The idea made her even hotter. Her head was pounding and her whole body was trembling with sexual excitement.
The girl had lasted as long as she could without getting her fingers up into her cunt. Quickly, she ripped down her panties and pushed both hands against her nearly hairless crack. This was going to be the come of her lifetime. She just hoped she could delay her climax long enough to come at the same time as Peg and the coach. But, then, there was no guarantee that they would ever get that far. Something told her, though, that if the two of them did not get off it would not be their fault.
For a brief moment, the coach hesitated. Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. As Peg stared openly at his crotch, the coach pushed the pants down his legs, until he stood before her clad only in his boxer shorts and socks.
"I forgot to take off my socks," he said to Peg. "You can't get any traction without taking off your socks. Bare feet is best."
Coach Fields swung himself up onto the trampoline. His added weight made the surface bounce, and Peg giggled with excitement.
"Come on, Peg. You stand at one end, and I'll stand at the other. By the way, I hope you'll forgive me. I usually wear a jock strap when I work out on this. I might flop around a little without one. Hope you don't mind."
"Why would I mind?" Peg asked. "Besides, whatever happens here is our secret, remember?"
"Yeah, that's right," Fields said, smiling at her.
One of them was standing at each end of the trampoline. They gazed openly at each other, the coach's hard prick tenting out the thin fabric of his shorts. Marti could see that Peg's cunt juice had soaked through her bikini. There was a big wet spot at her crotch.
"Bounce now, Peg. When you come down, I'll go up."
Peg did as she was told. When she landed, the coach sprang off the surface and high into the air. When he came back to the canvas, the impact drove Peg into the air once more. She squealed with delight. The impact did something else as well. The coach's big prick flopped out through the hole in the front of his shorts. It hung there, turgid.
Marti gasped. The thing was as big as she had imagined it might be. It jutted out a good ten inches from Fields' body. It was circumcised, and she could see a jewel of clear liquid shining at its reddish knob.
Peg was gazing at the cock too, her mouth open in surprise.
"You like that?" the coach asked, his voice tight.
Peg did not answer. She simply shook her head yes, her eyes never leaving the huge organ. The brown-haired girl licked her lips with cock hunger. It was obvious that she wanted nothing more than to get her hot mouth around the pulsing prick.
Peg was experienced at cock sucking, at least so she had told Marti. She claimed that she had fellated almost every boy she had been out with. She bragged about the feeling of power and control it gave her to have a big, strong boy squirming and moaning under the frantic ministrations of her wet mouth and probing tongue. She swore to Marti that each one tasted just a little bit different from every other one.
Marti's fingertips found her tiny, swollen clitoris. She squeezed it, sending new and deeper thrills through her entire body. The girl had to bite her lips to keep from moaning out loud. Her hands were soaked from the juice leaking from her wide open cunt. Her sensitive nostrils were filled with the sweet scent of her own musky fluids. She fought to keep from climaxing, and at the same time was unable to take her hands away from her crotch.
On the trampoline. Peg dropped to her knees. Unsteadily, the girl moved across the surface of the trampoline toward the waiting coach. His fingers strayed to his inflated prick and he cupped it in his hand, seeming to offer it to the excited young girl.
Peg leaned forward and kissed the tip of the huge dong. The coach held it out to her, silently begging her to take it between her lips. For the moment, though, the girl had other plans. She kissed the knob again and again, and then rubbed her smooth cheek along the length of hot shaft. The coach dangled his cock before her, pushing it against her flushed face, painting the clear liquid onto her cheeks. Peg groaned with excitement.
"Oh, God, you smell so good, so sexy," she moaned, getting as much of the liquid onto her face as she could.
"Suck it a little. Come on, take it. If you don't I'm going to shoot all over your face. Christ, you turn me on so bad."
"I'd love for you to soak my face with your cum. I'd just love it."
"Come on suck it. Please suck it." The coach was almost begging.
Marti knew from what Peg had told her that this was all part of the power game. Peg claimed that she never took a man's prick into her mouth until he begged her to do it-as the coach was begging her.
Peg opened her mouth wide and capped it over the blunt head of Gerald Fields' throbbing penis. The coach moaned deep in his throat, and arched backward, letting the girl take as much of him as she wanted.
Marti knew that Peg was working her tongue over the smooth surface of the man's knob. Her own fingers continued to pull and tickle at her swelling clit.
"That's it. Suck it. Play your tongue over it like that. Christ, that feels beautiful. Make me come like this, Baby. Make me come. I want you to swallow my hot gism, Honey. I want you to drink it all down right now. Can you do that for me? Huh? Can you?"
Peg shook her head yes. That was all she could do to answer. Her mouth was stuffed full of the coach's hot meat, and she was not about to let it go.
Marti's eyes grew wider as she concentrated on the place where the long cock shaft disappeared into her girlfriend's mouth. The coach's prick was so thick that Marti was driven almost to climax just looking at it. She tried to imagine how that big organ would feel and taste in her own mouth. She opened her lips wide, pretending she was in Peg's position, as the girl took more and of the long prong into her throat.
She saw Peg's fingers move down inside her own panties and knew that the girl was doing the same thing she was, bringing herself to completion with her own hands. Peg was an expert at that. It was she, in fact, who had taught Marti how to pleasure herself that way.
She had shown the younger girl how to do it one night when she had stayed at Marti's house. Ever since that night when she had watched Peg play with herself and then imitated her actions, Marti had not been able to keep her hands away from her twat.
As she stood watching the two people on the trampoline, Marti sensed that all three of them were rapidly approaching completion. She stood on tiptoes to get a better view of the action between Peg and Mr. Fields. Just as she did so, she heard the coach groan. He arched back even further and started to come, throwing his hot gism deep into Peg's throat. His entire body shook again and again, as he spewed gallons of steamy cum down the eager girl's gullet.
In the midst of his heavy climax, the coach's eyes flew open. He stared directly at Marti. She could tell by the look on his face that he saw her. His mouth fell open, but he was too far gone to speak.
Marti wanted to run, but her body would not let her. It was just launching into a series of rending climaxes. Her fingers pumped in and out of her throbbing cunt, as her body shook with pleasure. She was a helpless victim of her own sensuality. She could not have run away now if her life depended on it.
The coach simply stood there watching her, his knees sagging as the last of his milk drained into Peg's hungry mouth.
Just then Peg groaned. Her hands had done their work, and she moved helplessly into wild climax, her mouth still filled with the coach's turgid prick.
As Peg squirmed with excitement, the expression on Fields' face changed. Still staring at Marti, he grinned broadly at her. Then he winked.
Suddenly, Marti knew that Peg was not the only one the coach was sharing a special secret with. He seemed to be telling Marti that he and she had their own little experience now, unknown even to Peg.
CHAPTER TWO
Marti wondered what would happen the next time she saw Gerald Fields. There was no doubt that he had seen her watching him while Peg blew his cock. There was also no doubt that Marti and he now shared a bond between them. Did the coach want to become intimate with her, the same way he had with Peg? Or had he just winked and smiled at her, hoping that would keep her quiet? The thirteen-year-old was determined to find out, and as soon as possible.
Marti was on her narrow bed, looking up at the ceiling. The events of the afternoon were the most exciting of her life. She almost felt like some sort of undercover agent, the way she had watched everything that went on between Peg and the coach. How angry Peg would be if she ever found out that Marti had seen her sucking the man's long cock. If she had her way, though, Peg would never know. Marti wanted nothing to get in the way of her having a chance with Gerald Fields herself. If Peg found out she had seen them, it would simply complicate matters. It was better just to operate on her own. Maybe before very long, she would have as many stories to tell about her sexual exploits as Peg did, even if she were two years younger.
She closed her eyes and saw once again the brown head of her best friend buried in the man's crotch. Marti licked her lips as she imagined how the coach's big cock must have tasted to Peg as she sucked on it. She longed for the sensation of fullness she knew would accompany sucking a man's dong.
Marti had a sudden inspiration. She jumped up and ran over to the bureau. Grabbing one of her most prized possessions, an ornate gold candle stick, she pulled the candle out of it. Marti examined the blunt end of the candle carefully. Just as she had suspected, it was almost the same thickness as a man's penis. She ran her fingers over the smooth, waxen surface. It was no match for the real thing, she supposed, but it would do for the time being.
Dropping the candle onto the bed for a moment, she ripped off her tight sweater and faded jeans. She stood before the mirror, wearing only her bikini panties. Running her hands up and down her sides, she appraised herself in the mirror. Perhaps she was young and not as filled out as she would be one day, but youth was appealing too. As she watched herself in the shining surface of the mirror, she imagined that she was Coach Fields, gazing at the real Marti Stevens standing nearly nude before him.
Hooking her thumbs under the elastic of her panties, she pulled them downward, exposing her hairless cunt to her own view. Again, she pictured herself doing this sensuous strip before the tumbling coach, and felt shivers of excitement run through her body as the bikini fell into a heap around her ankles.
Marti stepped out of the panties and picked up the candle once more. She knelt on the floor before the mirror, just as Peg had knelt before the coach. She lifted the candle to her face and stared at it for a moment, just as she had seen Peg do. Then, she kissed its tip, pretending it was Coach Fields' trembling prick.
Opening her lips, she sucked the candle's blunt end inside, closing her mouth over it and running her tongue around the tip. She wondered how it would taste if it were a real cock. Peg said they sometimes tasted a little salty, depending on how clean a boy kept himself. However they tasted, Marti was sure she would like the flavor. She also knew that the candle was a poor substitute. Most of all, Marti wished that Gerald Fields were there right now, and that it was his big prick she was licking, instead of some dumb candle.
She took the candle out of her mouth, grabbed the pillow from the bed, and laid down on her back, her legs toward the mirror. Propping the pillow beneath her head so she could gaze down the length of her naked body, she bent her legs and spread them wide apart.
Marti thrilled at the sight of her gaping cunt, already dripping in anticipation. She loved her little cunny. It was the best thing about her whole body as far as she was concerned. She examined it lovingly, scooting her supine body closer to the mirror to get a better look.
She could see that stiff hairs were beginning to spout around the opening. Even though she knew they were a sign of blossoming womanhood, she regretted the fact that they were growing in. Marti much preferred her crotch to be smooth and bare, so that nothing obstructed the view of her smooth, pouty cuntlips. Maybe, when the hairs got thicker, she would shave herself. She had heard of women doing that. They said that Oriental women, especially the prostitutes, shaved themselves between the legs, because their men liked them that way. If she shaved, it would be because she liked it that way herself.
The girl shivered as she thought about the way a sharp razor would feel sliding across her sensitive flesh, cutting away the offending hair and leaving her cunt as smooth as that of a baby girl. She wondered whether or not Gerald Fields liked the cunts he fucked to be smooth or hairy. Her one regret about today was that she had not seen the coach either suck or fuck Peg. That was probably her own fault. If the coach had not discovered that she was watching him, maybe he would have buried his face between Peg's long legs and eaten out her fragrant cunt.
Using both hands, Marti ran her fingers up and down on either side of her crack, gently pulling it apart so she could see the moist redness inside. Her cunt was like a wonderous open wound which never would heal. She was glad it was there, and she longed to have it put to the use for which she knew it was intended. Maybe she could entice Gerald Fields to fuck her. Her guts squirmed at the thought of it. The man was so big. She wondered if she could ever hope to take all of his thick ten inches inside her young body. Perhaps the stretching would hurt too much. Perhaps it would even rip her to pieces. If it did, that was too bad. Whatever happened to her as a result, Marti knew she would not be really happy until she at least tried to get the coach's big meat inside her. And she was determined that it was going to happen soon.
Marti grabbed the candle once again. She nudged the end of it against the lips of her youthful cunt. Spreading her legs a bit wider, she felt the crack open and the tip of the candle slip between the edges.
She pushed on the candle, forcing her twat to eat more and more of its length. The smooth lips bit down on the waxy surface, and the girl sighed at the sensation of being filled up by the hard shaft. Once again, she knew that this was a poor substitute for the real thing. She would much rather have had a hot, sweating male body pressing her into the floor while a hard, hot cock worked its way up into her heaving guts, but for now this would have to do. It was all preparation for what was to come. She wanted to be as ready as possible for her chance with Coach Fields.
Working the candle in as far as she could get it, Marti held it there, pressing the lips of her dripping cunt around it. She was so hot now that she wondered whether or not she would actually melt the wax. Slowly, the blonde girl moved the shaft from side to side, sighing as the end of it probed places it had not touched before. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, moving the shaft faster and faster in and out of her hot body.
The fingers of her free hand found their way to her sensitive clit. The tiny girl cock was standing firmly erect. Marti moaned as she rolled it between her fingers. Tossing her head from side to side, the girl moved her hands faster and faster, pushing the candle in as far as it would go and then jerking it out until just the end of it was still between her cuntlips.
Between the sensations of the smooth shaft and of her eager fingers pinching at her clitoris, Marti came crashing to climax. She moaned deeply as the juices gushed from her distended twat, bathing the candle in earthy smelling fluid.
The teenager opened her eyes and lifted her head. She stared down the length of her heaving body to gaze at the image of her shiny wet cunt in the mirror. Pulling the candle out, she once more brought it to her mouth. She shot her tongue out and licked it carefully, cleaning off every drop of her own sweet fluids, inhaling deeply at the same time, turning herself on anew with the smell of the liquid.
She would be ready for the coach. All she was waiting for was for him to give the word.
When she got to school the next day, Marti wanted to run immediately to Gerald Fields' office. But that would be too obvious. She had better just wait and bide her time. If the coach wanted her, he would make the move, at least Marti hoped he would. She would give him a reasonable length of time, she decided. If he did not indicate before the end of the day that he wanted to see her alone, she would simply have to arrange something on her own.
One thing Marti could not resist, though, was having a little fun at Peg's expense. She sought out her friend as soon as she got to school.
"Peg what happened ? What did the coach do to you after he sent me away?"
"Don't talk to me, you little deserter!" Peg snapped.
"Why, whatever do you mean, Peg?" Marti asked, adopting Peg's baby talk voice.
"You know very well what I mean. You ran out yesterday and let me take all the punishment."
"But, Peg, that wasn't my choice, you know that. Coach Fields sent me away because I was a freshman. He said so. You heard him just the same as I did."
"I know, but still.. . . "
"I'm sorry, Peg. I would have stayed if he had let me, really I would have. I even thought of just turning around and coming back and insisting that he punish me the same way as he did you."
"That wouldn't have done any good."
"I know. That's what I decided. That's why I just left. Put yourself in my place. Wouldn't you have done the same thing?"
"Yes, I suppose I would have."
"Am I forgiven then?"
"Yes, of course, Marti. You're forgiven."
"But tell me, Peg. What did he do to you?"
"The coach? Oh, nothing much," Peg said, trying to sound casual, "Just gave me a lecture, that's all."
"That's all? Just a lecture?"
"You sound disappointed."
"No, not disappointed. I'm just surprised. I thought sure he would do something, well, you know, violent."
"No, nothing like that. He just told me to stay away from the equipment and sent me away. That was it."
"My goodness, I can't believe it." Marti was having a hard time keeping from laughing in Peg's face. If only Peg knew that she knew what had really gone on.
"I guess I was pretty lucky, huh?"
"Yes, you certainly were, Peg. Why, you'll never believe how worried I was. I was afraid the coach would beat you. I even thought worse things than that."
"Oh, really? Things like what?" Peg asked, her curiosity aroused.
"Oh, I couldn't tell you. I'm too embarrassed."
"Come on, Marti, tell me. We're best friends, aren't we?"
"Well, yes, sure we are."
"Then tell me. Tell me what you imagined the coach might do."
"Promise you won't laugh at me. It's so silly."
"I won't laugh. Tell me."
"Well, I thought he might make you take your clothes off or something."
"You did?"
"Yes, and then I imagined he might make you do something terrible and repulsive, like suck on his cock or something."
"There's nothing terrible about sucking cock. I've told you that."
"But that was with boys our age and a little bit older. The coach is so big, and so old."
"Old? He's not old. He can't be more than twenty-five or six." Peggy was getting angry. Marti could tell by the tone of her voice. She pressed her advantage.
"But he must be big, don't you think? If he made you suck his cock, the way I imagined, it would hurt your mouth."
"No, it didn't hurt at all. I mean, it would probably not hurt at all. You have me all upset with your silly talk."
"I'm sorry, Peg. I know it's silly. Nothing like that could ever happen between you and the coach, could it?"
"No, no, I don't suppose it could," Peg answered.
"Would you like it to, Peg?"
"Of course not. My, you are silly."
"Just thought I'd ask. See you later, Peg. I have to run to class now."
Marti found it impossible to keep her mind on her studies. It kept straying to Gerald Fields, his hairy chest, and his huge prick. She wondered if he was thinking about her. That was probably silly. The coach had other things to think about, like winning the state gymnastics championship for the school. Still, she hoped he was at least giving her some thought. After all, he had winked at her.
Marti was making her way down the crowded hall between classes, when she saw Gerald Fields coming toward her. Her heart skipped. He was bound to meet her head on. Now she would know. There was no way the man could avoid her.
As they approached each other, the coach looked her straight in the eye. "Marti," he said. "I need to talk to you."
"Yes, Mr. Fields. What is it?"
"Can you come to my office sometime today?"
"Certainly, Mr. Fields, Sir." Marti could hardly talk, she was so excited.
"What period are you free?"
"Fifth period. Right after lunch. Can I come to see you then ? "
"Yes, that's fine. By the way, I'd prefer it if you didn't tell anybody about this."
"Why, of course not, Coach. It'll be our little secret, as they say."
Marti could hardly wait until fifth period arrived. She hurried to the coach's office, making sure no one knew where she was headed, especially Peg.
Tapping on the closed door, Marti waited breathlessly for an answer. She heard movement inside, and the coach opened the door.
"Come in, won't you?" he asked, sounding almost polite.
"Yes, I'll be glad to," Marti answered, walking into the small office.
"Please sit down, Marti," Fields said, indicating a battered straight chair.
Marti took it, making herself comfortable and crossing her slim legs, making sure her short skirt rode well up her thigh. She looked up at the coach, expectantly.
"I'll get right to the point, Marti. I know that you saw me last night in the gym, when I was showing Peg how to work out on the trampoline."
"Working out? Is that what you call that, Mr. Fields?" Marti asked, batting her eyelashes just the way Peg always did.
The coach laughed nervously. "Yes, I prefer to call it that anyway."
"Oh," Marti answered quietly.
"To make a long story short, I wanted to talk to you to be sure you wouldn't tell anyone what you saw."
"Oh, you mean that some people just wouldn't understand?"
"Oh, so you heard us too, did you?"
"Yes, Mr. Fields, I heard and saw everything you and Peg did last evening in the gym."
"And you will keep it to yourself?"
"Perhaps. What would happen if I didn't? To you, I mean."
Again, the coach laughed, betraying his nervousness. "Well, I don't know exactly. Like I said, some people just wouldn't understand."
"And I bet they wouldn't like it much either, would they?"
"No, I don't suppose they would, Marti. What do you say? Will you give me a break?"
Marti could see clearly the position she had the young coach in, and she was enjoying it.
"I don't know, Coach. You didn't give me a break, did you ? "
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that you sent me away and pretended you were going to punish Peg. If I hadn't decided to come back and ask for punishment too, I never would have known what happened between you and Peg."
"No, I guess you wouldn't. Are you demanding a price for silence, blackmail? Is that it?" Coach Fields looked really worried now.
"Yes, I think you could say that, but it's not a very high price, all things considered."
"What is it? What do you want."
"Well, Coach, I believe in fairness, even if you did say unfairness is a way of life. If one person is punished for something he or she does, then another person who does the same thing should receive the same punishment. Doesn't that seem reasonable?"
"I suppose so," the coach said, clearly wondering exactly what Marti was driving at.
"Well, then, my price is fairness. I want you to give me the same punishment you gave Peg. Exactly the same. Do you understand now ? " The coach beamed. "Yes, I think I do."
"Good. Can I meet you in the gym after school?"
"It'll be my pleasure, Marti."
"It will if I have anything to say about it, Mr. Fields."
When school was out for the day, Marti made her way to the gymnasium. She had thought of nothing else all afternoon. Several times her teachers had tried to pull her back from wherever her daydreams had taken her. They had not succeeded. Marti's mind was completely occupied with what was going to happen between her and Mr. Fields after classes were over for the day.
A part of her longed to tell Peg exactly what was going on, if for no other reason than to pay the girl back for being so dishonest with her, when she was supposed to be her best friend. But, no, she decided, it was better to keep the whole thing a secret. She had no idea where it might lead. If she could manage it, she was going to get the coach to go further than just letting her suck his prick. Marti had been dying to get rid of her virginity. The coach seemed to her like just the man to take care of it for her. She shivered at the thought of his great long cock poking into her. It would hurt, she was certain of that, especially with a slab of meat the size and thickness of Gerald Fields'. But it would be well worth it to be reamed out by a real man, not one of those teenagers Peg was always bragging about being screwed by.
Looking both ways down the hall, to make sure no one saw her, Marti slipped into the gym. Her footsteps echoed about her, as she walked across the bare floor toward where the equipment was stored. She looked around for the coach, but he was nowhere to be seen. He had been around, though, because the cover had already been removed from the trampoline.
Marti ran her palm over the smooth canvas. feeling its tautness. She wondered if she would bleed on it when the coach finally got around to screwing her. If she did and her blood stained the canvas, that was the coach's problem. Let him explain it.
"Hi, Marti. I see you remembered our date," said a voice behind her.
Marti whirled around, startled. It was Coach Fields. He was standing there in his gym shorts and a tee shirt.
"Oh, you surprised me. I didn't see you or hear you walk up."
"That's because of these," Fields said, pointing down to his tennis shoes. "I just finished teaching a class down at the junior high. Are you ready for your punishment?"
"I've never been more ready for anything in my life."
Without waiting further, Marti reached down and pulled her tight sweater off over her head. Since she did not wear a bra, there was nothing to hide he small, pert breasts from the coach's eyes. He gasped at the sight of the small, perfectly formed orbs.
"Christ, you are a hot little bitch, aren't you," he said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Yes, I guess you could say that," Marti replied, grinning at the big man.
She undid her belt and unzipped her short skirt, letting it fall to form a pool of cloth around her ankles. Now she wore only her sheer pantyhose and loafers.
"See," she commented, "Unlike some people, my mother doesn't make me wear both pants and pantyhose at the same time."
The coach laughed. "You don't miss a thing, do you?" he said.
"I try not to," Marti replied.
She kicked off her shoes and got ready to peel down her pantyhose.
"Just a minute," she said. "Aren't you going to join me? After all, I seem to remember that you took your clothes off while you were punishing Peg last night."
"But last night, I had my street clothes on. I didn't want to ruin them by jumping around on the tramp in them. Tonight I have gym clothes on. There's no way to hurt them."
"Mr. Fields, I may be young, but I'm not stupid. Take your clothes off."
"What was that? Are you giving me orders. Kid?" the coach asked angrily.
"You're damn right I am, and don't call me Kid, ever. Do you understand?"
The coach started to say something more and then thought better of it. Marti was certain of one thing, Gerald Fields knew exactly what position she had him in. If she chose to, she could go on blackmailing him for as long as she liked, letting him know whenever he got out of line, that she was ready to tell what had gone on with Peg on the trampoline. Best of all, every time she and Fields had sex from now on, she would have more ammunition. After all, she was only thirteen, and the school board, the principal, and the townspeople would not be particularly pleased to hear that one of the teachers had been taking sexual liberties with a freshman student. She had Coach Fields right where she wanted him.
"I said, do you understand, Coach?" Marti asked, softening her tone a little.
"Yes, I understand," the coach answered, looking down at his feet.
"Then let me see a little more of that body of yours. In the meantime, I'll give you something more to look at."
The blonde girl stripped off the sheer pantyhose. She pushed them slowly down her long, slim legs, doing a languid striptease for the handsome teacher. She pulled them off her feet and then stood up. Rubbing her hands up and down her smooth body, Marti said. "Tell me, Coach, do you like what you see?"
"Yes, Marti, I sure do."
"Do you like how slim my body is, and how smooth? Would you like to run your hands over it, just the way I'm doing now?"
"Yes, yes I would."
"Then get out of those silly gym clothes and let's start in on the trampoline lesson."
Without reply, Coach Fields began to strip. He pulled the tee shirt off over his head, revealing once more to Marti his furry chest. Before he could go further, the girl glided over to him. She reached out and ran her fingers through the wiry hair, just as she had longed to do when she had watched him the day before.
"Hmmm," she purred, "That feels so good. Your hair is so soft, so light and silky. I love petting you like this. It's so nice."
The coach was embarrassed and at the same time excited by the girl's attentions. He was used to being the aggressor. Very few women, especially this young, had ever come on to him like this.
"Don't you want to touch me like this, Coach? Don't you want to feel me, run your big hands over me, just the way I'm doing to you?"
"Yes, yes I do," the coach said mechanically, accepting the fact that this thirteen-year-old child was in control.
Fields reached out and cupped his hands over Marti's small tits. The girl drew in her breath quickly, as he squeezed them, kneading the satiny flesh between his big fingers.
"Mmmmmm, that feels so nice, so good. You make me tingle all over so nice, Coach."
The naked girl threw her body against the man's, pressing her smooth flesh into him, and squirming against him. The stiff chest hair tickled her breasts, sensitizing the pink nipples and making them stand erect.
Marti moaned, as the coach threw his arms around her and pulled her hard against him. She tilted her head upward and opened her red lips. Gerald Fields bent and covered her mouth with his. The two of them stood there kissing, Marti's young, nude body crushed against the coach.
The girl snaked her tongue out between her parted lips and ran it across Fields' mouth. He opened his full lips and let her inside. Her pointed tongue tip swept across his teeth, and, then, as he opened his mouth, found its way inside the cavity. They dueled with their tongues, both moaning deep in their throats.
Marti was in heaven. Being held tight by the older man was just as wonderful as she had imagined it would be. But now she wanted more. It was not enough that her entire body was already singing with passion, that her little cunt was dripping its lubricating juices, and that her skin burned wherever the coach's hands caressed her. She wanted all of him, and she wanted him now.
Marti ran her fingers down Fields' hairy back and under the elastic band of his gym shorts. Slowly, she pushed them downward, exposing his small ass, pushed pertly up and out by his jock strap. She ran her hands over the smooth cheeks, tickling and playing with them. The coach did the same to her. His beefy hands covered nearly her whole ass as he played with it and squeezed her silky flesh, his mouth never leaving hers the whole time.
The teenager was so hot now that there was no stopping her. If school had burned down, she would not have moved from this spot, not until she had received what she came for.
"Christ Jesus," the coach moaned, breaking the long kiss. "You are the hottest little bitch I've ever run into."
"Hotter than Peg?"
"Peg? Oh, the girl last night. Funny, I'd almost forgotten her. Sure, you're a lot hotter than she was."
"Don't you ever forget it," Marti replied, a hint of threat in her tone.
Now that she had begun to sample what Gerald Fields was really like, she had no intention of sharing him with anybody, not even her best friend. He was her property from now on, and that was that. Then she had another thought. Maybe it would be fun sometime to share him with someone like Peg. The three of them could have a real ball together, but only if she were in control of the situation. She would insist on that. As long as she were in the driver's seat, they could try anything they liked. Maybe she would try to set something up. But there was plenty of time to think about that later. She intended this to be a long term proposition. Right now, she wanted to concentrate on getting the coach naked.
"Why don't you finish stripping? I want a closer look at that big prick of yours."
"Where did you learn to talk like that?"
"Like what?"
"Oh, you know, things like prick and words like that."
"Around. You'll be surprised at the words I know. Do you like to hear me talk like that?"
"Sure I like it. It's a real turn on, especially coming from a girl as . . . well. . . . "
"As young as I am?" Marti finished for him.
"Yeah, that's what I mean."
"I may be young, but I'm willing to learn, and you can teach me. Now, how about it? Are you going to take those shorts and shoes off or aren't you?"
"Sure. Right away."
The coach finished the job Marti had begun. He pushed the gym shorts down his legs and stepped out of them. The sight of him in his supporter was one of the most exciting things the girl had ever seen.
"Ohhh, is that nice!" she squealed.
"What?" the man asked, as he bent to untie his tennis shoes.
"That strap. It looks so sexy to see your cock and balls all tied up like that. It's almost like they where in prison or something and fighting to get out. Christ, I love it. I bet it smells good too."
"Do you want to smell it?" the coach asked, looking up at her.
Marti could not speak, she was so turned on. She simply shook her head yes, hardly able to wait for the hot jock strap to be shoved against her nose.
"Well, then, that's just what I'll let you do."
The coach stood up and faced her. He had now removed his shoes and shocks. The only thing standing between him and nudity was the woven elastic jock.
"Don't talk that way," Marti said, her teeth clenched.
"What way? What do you mean?"
"Don't say you'll let me do something. You don't let me do anything. Do you understand that? I do what I choose to do, not what you let me do."
By the look that passed across his face, Marti could tell that the coach was thinking about rebellion. He knew better, though, because he knew what she could do to him if he refused any demand.
"okay," he said, "Do what you want to."
"For a minute, I just want to look at you. You're so fucking sexy in that strap, with your hairy chest and all. I'd like to just make you stand there all night so I could keep looking at you. I would too, except that I'm so hot to see your fat prick again."
She saw a movement in the pouch of the jock strap and knew that her dirty talk was really getting to Fields.
"You really do like it when I talk dirty, don't you?"
"Yeah, yeah, I do."
"okay, then let's see just how much you like it. I think you're the most fucking beautiful stud I've ever seen. My little cunt's just dripping at the sight of your sexy body. See."
Marti arched backward and opened her legs, giving the coach a good view of her nearly hairless cunt.
"Look. See how wet I am," she said, her fingers playing around the moistened opening. "Do you see? Tell me."
"Yes, yes I see."
Gerald Fields was hypnotized. He could not take his eyes off the beautiful, tight little slit. Its hairlessness gave it a lewd look, much more exciting to him than had it been covered like the cunts of most of the women he had screwed.
Fields reached to remove his tight jock strap.
"Don't tough that," Marti cried. "I'll tell you when you can take it off."
"But I'm hard. I want to take it off now."
"Tough shit, Coach. Just keep it on. What's the matter? Is your cock getting so hard that it's starting to ache? Is it getting hot and itchy in there? Tell me about it. Come on."
"Yeah, yeah. It's hot. My cock feels like it's going to bust wide open. Let me take it off, please."
"And what will you do for me if I do let you take it off?"
"Anything, anything you say."
"But tell me what. Come on. I want to know what you'll do."
"I'll let you suck on my prick, the same as I did with Peg. I'll let you milk it with your mouth until I come, suck as long as you like, just the same as she did."
"That's not good enough. What else?"
"I don't know. Whatever you like, just let me take it off."
"Will you eat out my pussy? Will you get down on your knees between my legs and lick out all the syrupy juice?"
Marti cupped her hand over her cunt and squeezed, so the coach could see how much she needed his attention.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll do that. I'll eat your cunt."
"I bet you can't wait to taste my twat can you? I bet you want to spread my cunt juice all over your face, don't you?"
"Yes, I do. I want to eat you. I want it bad."
Marti grinned at him, a look of cruelty in her eyes. "But you can do that without taking off your strap, can't you?"
The coach was silent, beaten once again by the blonde teenager, who stood naked before him, fingering her dripping cunt.
"I said, can't you? Answer me when I talk to you," she screamed.
"Yes, I can eat you without taking off my strap. But, please, I'm so aching hard, I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't get this thing off."
"Tough. You ought to be just that much harder after you finish eating out my cunt. Then we'll talk about letting you out of that cock harness. Come on."
Marti turned and walked over to the trampoline. Hoisting herself up onto it, she lay on her back, her feet and lower legs dangling over the edge. The coach padded over to her, beaten and ready to do whatever she bid. Marti spread her legs wide apart.
"There. There it is, all laid out for you, just like a banquet. Are you ready to eat it? Are you ready to smear my cunt juice all over your face?"
"Yes, I'm ready," the man answered in a toneless voice. "Then go to it."
The girl used her fingers to spread the smooth lips of her cunt, opening it completely to the older man. Without further hesitation, he brought his face down between her milky thighs.
"Sniff it first," Marti ordered. "Get a good smell of it, just like you were a dog sniffing a bone."
The coach did as he was told. He brought his nose down close to the open gash and took a deep breath. The musky scent of the young girl's twat drove him crazy. With a deep growl, he buried his face in it, digging his long tongue for up inside her.
"Oh, that's it, that's it. Eat my fucking cunt. Lick it out good," Marti squealed.
The girl twisted her hips in pleasure, wanting more and more of the coach's tongue inside her cunt. The sensation of the long, thick tongue wiggling inside her was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was as if she had captured a garter snake and stuffed it up between her legs to wriggle around in the darkness of her vagina.
"Oh, push in, wiggle it around, oh, oh, my God," she moaned, tossing her head from side to side helplessly.
The man was eating her out, smacking his lips loudly as he tasted her sweet juice. He dug in deeper, sucking at the trembling cuntlips with his lips, all the time pushing his tongue around against the satiny interior flesh. The girl child squirmed beneath him, and he longed to have his whole head inside her opening, eating out every bit of sweet, earthy moisture he could find there.
Marti was crying, hysterical with passion. She had never been so hot. She felt as if her body might melt, she was so overheated. Her chest heaved and she could hear her own heart pounding. Never had her excitement reached these heights, and she knew that this was only the beginning. There was no end to the things she could make Coach Fields do to pleasure her young body. She would keep him her slave for as long as she chose, using him at her will until she grew tired of him and moved on to some other sexy man. But the way she was feeling right now, it would be a long time before she got sick of him.
Marti lifted her legs and threw them over the coach's shoulders. He licked along the whole length of her crack again and again, lapping up every drop of her freely flowing juices and tickling every tiny nerve ending until Marti wanted to scream with pleasure.
"Oh, oh, Christ, keep on. Eat it up. Get down into my asshole now. Tickle me there. Suck the shit out of it. Now, now, now."
The man moved downward, kissing his way over the soft flesh separating Marti's cunt from her shit hole. Suddenly, his mouth was over her tiny anal opening. Marti groaned and felt her heart pound even faster than before. She had often run her fingers over the hole and knew how sensitive it was to the touch. Now she would be treated to the lapping of a male tongue.
Fields pushed his stiffened tongue against the tiny button. He swirled it around over the convolutions, loosening and relaxing the anal muscles, driving Marti out of her mind. He forced the tip inside, shoving his way into her rectal passage. Marti moaned and screamed with passion.
"Oh, fuck my ass. Fuck it with your big tongue. Like that, yes, like that. Get it way up inside me. Oh, yeah, like that."
She pulled her legs back against her chest, opening her asshole completely to the coach's onslaught. He dug his tongue into her, moving it around inside the hole, tasting the spicy flavor of her shit and exciting her young body beyond belief.
Fields fucked his tongue in and out of the girlish ass, while Marti wiggled beneath him. Her motions set the whole trampoline to moving, and she began to toss about more and more freely.
The coach pulled his face away from her asshole. "Hey, we have to calm you down a little, or you're going to be bouncing right up into the air."
"I don't care. I don't give a fuck. Let me bounce. Just keep eating me out. I love it. I love it."
The coach went back to sucking and nipping at her asshole. He shot his arms out, finding her upstanding tits. Pushing down on them with both hands, he stopped Marti's bouncing movement, holding her still so that he could continue to eat out her bottom.
The girl covered Fields' hands with her own and pushed them hard against her breasts. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through Marti's body.
The man left Marti's shit hole and moved again up to her soaking cunt. She was ready to come. She could feel it. One more running of his big tongue up and down her slit would do it. He began at the base and moved slowly upward, moving inch by inch up toward the throbbing clit. Fields tickled his tongue all along the length of the smooth, hairless cunt. The man was a real expert, Marti could tell that. Between his tongue in her twat and his hands kneading and pinching at her tits, Marti was out of her mind with passion.
Fields kept moving his mouth and tongue upward, taking his time in reaching the swollen clitoris. Now he was only a couple of inches from it. He nudged it lightly with his nose. Marti groaned. The man moved up and took it between his lips, squeezing it tightly between them. He lashed his tongue over the tip of it and was immediately rewarded by screams of helpless delight from the girl. With her hips heaving high off the canvas, she came, flooding the man's mouth and chin with her hot, bubbling juices. He lapped them up greedily, making sure not one drop was lost. The child spasmed again and again, her entire frame wracked with a series of wild climaxes. Gerald Fields did not stop sucking at her until she finally lay quiet and whimpering with exhaustion.
"Did you like that?" he whispered.
"Oh, yes, Christ, yes. It was the greatest feeling I ever had."
For awhile after that, the girl was so quiet, she seemed to be asleep. Fields just stood there looking at her, loathe to disturb her in her wanton beauty. Finally, Marti stirred herself. She looked up at the man and smiled.
"That was really the greatest," she said.
The teenager raised herself to a sitting position, never taking her eyes off the coach's face and hairy chest.
"Are you ready for me to return the favor?" she asked. "You can take off that silly jock strap now, and I'll suck you off. I just can't wait to taste your cum."
The coach grinned sheepishly. "I'm afraid you're too late."
"What do you mean?"
"See for yourself," he said, pointing to the elastic pouch.
It was soaking wet.
"What the hell did you do, cum in your pants?"
"I'm afraid so. I'm sorry, but you just got me too excited. I couldn't help myself."
"Well, I suppose I should take that as a compliment," Marti giggled, tossing her head.
She was still determined, though, to get a taste of the man's cream. She had waited too long for it to be disappointed now.
"Peel off that jock, right now," she ordered.
"Okay. Anything you say."
As he stripped down the supporter, Marti was thrilled by the sight of his big prick, shiny with wasted cum. Even half soft it was exciting and strong looking.
"Give me the jock," she said, holding out her hand.
As Gerald Fields watched in amazement, Marti grabbed the jock strap and stuffed its pouch into her mouth, sucking the fresh cum out of its webbing.
CHAPTER THREE
Marti Stevens could hardly believe her luck. She had the handsome coach right in the palm of her hand. Before leaving him, she had made him promise to meet her again the next night. This time, she was determined that he would fuck her. She could not wait to have her cunt filled with that huge slab of meat he had dangling between his muscular legs. What a joke it was that she had made him come without ever touching his prick or even letting him free it from the confining pouch of his jock strap. She must really turn him on as much as he said she did. Maybe she should force him to keep the jock on whenever they got together for sex. She might even make him wear it all the time, never taking it off even to wash it. Eventually, it would be so stiff from load after load of cum being shot into it, that the pouch would absolutely shatter. Besides that, the smell of it would be the biggest turn on in the world. Marti knew that the combination of Fields' cum and the drops of his piss that soaked into the sack would make an aroma that would drive her insane. But, then, forcing him to wear the jock strap the whole time was probably not really practical. Besides that, how could she have him fuck her if he was wearing that male chastity belt? She had not had his prick in her mouth yet, either. Marti wanted that almost as much as she wanted screwing.
As she laid on her bed, she glanced over at the candle in its ornate holder. She giggled to herself. To think that only yesterday she had sucked on it and shoved it up her twat. She had been so right. It was no substitute for a man's good, throbbing prick. Well, she thought to herself with a satisfied smile, she would never have to bother with that candle again.
Coach Fields was a hundred times better than a hunk of wax, and he was all hers. He was completely under her power.
"Marti, Marti, come down to dinner. Honey," her mother called.
"Yes, coming Mother," she cried as she jumped up and started downstairs to the dining room.
Her father was standing in the front hall waiting for her. He bent down and she kissed him on the cheek.
"Well, how's my little girl tonight?"
"I'm fine, Daddy. But, please, I'm not a little girl, not anymore."
"Oh, really," her father chuckled, "And what's brought about this sudden change ? " He pulled out her chair for her, and Marti settled herself at the table.
"Oh nothing, I guess. I'm just older, that's all."
When she and her mother had finished bringing the dinner to the table, Marti sat down once again. The three of them ate in silence for a while, and then Mr. Stevens said, Marti, do you ever see that hotshot coach everyone in town is talking about?"
"Oh, do you mean Coach Fields?"
"Yes, I guess so. He coaches the gymnastics team. Right?"
"Yes, that's right. Yes, I see him once in awhile around the halls."
"You don't have him for class though, huh?"
"Daddy, of course not! He teaches junior high phys. ed. He only comes around the high school at all because that's where he coaches the gym team."
"Oh, I see. Well, they say he's going to see to it that our team wins the state championship this year. What do you think about that? I imagine you're pretty excited."
"Why should I be? I don't care much about sports."
"Well, I just thought. . . school spirit and all that sort of thing, you know."
"Oh, Daddy, school spirit is drippy."
"Marti, you are not to talk that way to your father. Do you understand me ? "
"Now, Dear, that's all right," Marti's father said soothingly, "I don't mind. After all, school spirit probably is an old fashioned idea."
"There you go again, Clifford, always taking her part. Anything Marti does is all right with you. Well, let me tell you something. I'm getting pretty sick of your never taking a hand. One of these fine days I might just walk out and leave the two of you to fend for yourselves."
Her mother didn't know how much Marti wished she would do just that. She had never liked her mother very much. It was always, "Don't do this," and "You must not do that." It seemed as though her mother were at her all the time.
Her father, on the other hand, was as nice to Marti as anyone could be. He never scolded her or told her that she could not do something. Besides, Marti realized that her father turned her on. She hardly dared admit it to herself. At the corners of her mind, she had felt that Clifford Stevens was a very exciting male.
It was not until the day she had come upon her father by surprise that she knew how much he excited her lust.
It was a Saturday, and, as usual, her mother was out doing the weekly shopping.
Knowing that the woman would be after her to come along and help carry the bundles, Marti hid in the basement. Shopping with her mother was a drag as far as she was concerned.
Sure that she had the house to herself when her mother left, Marti left the cellar. Maybe she would go up to her bedroom and masturbate. It was more fun when she was alone in the house, because she could really let herself go, moaning and groaning and even screaming sometimes when she reached her climax.
Marti climbed the steps to the second floor. The door to her parents' room was slightly ajar, and she heard movement inside. The girl stood in the dark hall, letting her eyes accustom themselves to the dimness. Looking in through the crack in the door, she saw her father lying on the bed. She caught her breath. Clifford
Stevens was completely naked. He had a good body, firm and muscular, the result of the heavy construction labor he performed all week long. At thirty-five, he was in the full bloom of his manhood. Marti had never seen her father in the nude before, and the sight was fascinating to her.
Her father's powerful legs were flung wide apart and his huge prick stood straight up like a candle. There was enough light so that Marti could see his big, bull like balls hanging in their puckered sac. They draped down to cover his asshole and to brush against the fuzzy bedspread. Clifford was stroking his long cock with eager hands.
Marti watched with growing excitement, as her father's fingers moved up and down the swollen length of his big hose. Her father was uncircumcised, and as she watched, the redness of his shiny cocktip was alternately exposed and hidden by the loose foreskin.
The man stroked his prick faster and faster, throwing his head from side to side and moaning deeply as the passion built within his body.
Marti could feel that her twat was beginning to drip, her sexuality excited by the sight of her handsome father jacking off his hard cock. She longed to finger herself to climax as she watched him, but dared not take the chance. Instead, she had to be ready to run away should it look as though he were going to discover her spying on him.
Clifford pulled his knees up onto his chest.
With one hand, he continued to pump his throbbing prick. With his other hand he began probing into his open shit hole with eager fingers. Marti held her breath as her father drove first one and then a second finger into his gaping ass. He moaned, excited by the filling sensation in his rectum, as his fingers dug around looking for his prostate walnut.
Marti had never seen anything like this. Moreover, it had never occurred to her to push her fingers into her asshole while she was pleasuring herself. She could hardly wait to try it. If it gave her half as much of a thrill as it seemed to give her father as he lay squirming on the bed, it would be well worth the effort.
Suddenly, Clifford Stevens threw his long legs even further apart. His hand moved up and down the length of his shaft so fast it was blurred. His fingers frigged in and out of his hole at a tremendous rate. He tossed his head from side to side, moaning as if he were about to die. His big balls were pulled up tightly against the base of his cock.
A stream of white fluid shot from the end of the huge prick and arched high into the air. Marti almost screamed in surprise. Again and again, the steaming liquid shot from her daddy's cock. The fresh, starchy smell of it hit the girl's nostrils. She ivas so thrilled and excited that she could hardly contain herself. Her father's hips lifted off the bed. He kept pumping his cock frantically, until he had drained every drop out of it.
He pulled his fingers out of his asshole and lifted them to his nose, taking a good whiff of his own musky ass scent. Then, he began to get up. Marti knew that this was the time to make her exit. On tiptoe, she hurried to her bedroom and quietly closed the door behind her. She hoped that her father had not noticed that it was standing open before. Marti was trembling all over, more sexually excited than she had ever been before. How she wished she could have played with her father. It should have been her hand pumping his stiff cock. Those should have been her fingers probing into his gaping shit hole. She could hardly wait to masturbate, thinking about her handsome, sexy father as she did so. Damn her mother anyway. What she had suspected was exactly the truth. That rotten, dried up woman could not even begin to satisfy a man's sexual need. How Marti wished she could do it, just to help him out. No, she thought, there was much more to it than that. She wanted to have sex with her father because she knew how much his body could fulfill her own need.
"Marti," her father said, bringing her back to the present, "You're not eating. What's the matter, Baby, don't you feel well?"
"Oh, sure, Daddy. I'm all right. I was just thinking about some thing else, that's all."
"Marti, how much do you know about Coach Fields, aside from seeing him in the hall once in awhile, I mean?"
"I don't know anything about him."
Marti was nearly exploding. If only her parents did know how much she really knew about Gerald Fields, they would lose their minds. The best part of the joke was that before very long, she would know how the man's long, thick prick felt inside her hot little cunt. Maybe her mother and father would like her to tell them all about that.
"You're sure you haven't heard anything else about him?" her father asked.
"No, Daddy. I haven't heard anything."
"Honestly, Clifford, why are you keeping at the girl so? No wonder she clams up around here and won't even try to communicate with us. You've been hounding and hounding her about some teacher she hardly knows."
"I'm sorry, Dear. I had my reasons."
"Well, then, what are they?" his wife demanded.
"I'll tell you later, Dear. Now, let's talk about something else."
Marti wondered what her father could be getting at. His reasons for asking her about Gerald Fields were obviously something which he did not want her to understand. She had learned that whenever her father said that he would tell his wife something later, it was something that he did not want Marti to hear. Well, she thought to herself, all that meant was that she would have to spy on them. That was easy enough. She always managed to find out whatever she wanted to know. It was a pity her parents did not realize that. It would save all three of them a lot of time.
After dinner, Marti excused herself and went upstairs, supposedly to study. She opened a book on top of her desk, turned on the lamp, and got out a notebook, just in case her parents came upstairs to see what she was doing. Listening through the open door, she waited until she was sure her parents were settled in the living room, her mother stabbing away at her needlepoint, her father reading the evening paper.
She sneaked down the hall to the top of the stairs, crouched down in the dark, and listened.
"Why was it you were quizzing Marti about the coach, Cliff?" her mother asked.
"There's a funny rumor going around town. Everybody was talking about it today on the job."
"Funny how? Is it something laughable or odd?"
"Odd, I suppose. Harv Thamsen told me. He had been over to visit his sister and brother-in-law in Pardiville."
"Oh, yes, Lorette. How is she? Did he say? She had a little trouble with that last pregnancy I heard."
"I don't know how she is. Harv didn't say, so she must be okay. Anyway, it seems that this coach at the school, Gerald Fields, used to teach over there at Pardiville."
"So?"
"So, according to Harv, there was some kind of scandal and the guy was fired."
"Well, then, why on earth would they hire him here? The principal should certainly know better than to upset people in this town. They're unhappy enough with the way the schools are run anyway. Why, I heard talk at the market the other day that they might even fire the principal if things don't go better."
"I've heard the same thing. The guys at work say that the one chance the principal has to turn public opinion around is winning the state gymnastics tournament this year."
"That would be nice," Mrs. Stevens sighed. "Forton High hasn't had a winning team of any kind for years. Winning at state might just make folks think better of the school administration."
Marti could hardly wait to get to school the next morning. What could it be that the coach had been involved in that was bad enough to get him fired ? Maybe he had been caught fooling around with some student in Pardiville, just the way he had been doing with her and with Peg and with God knew who else. Certainly if anyone in authority had walked into the gymnasium while the man was eating out her cunt, he would have been fired on the spot, and probably arrested to boot.
That was a good thing. It allowed Marti to keep the coach exactly where she wanted him. She wished he taught in the high school instead of at the junior high. She would like to be able to walk in on him in his office anytime she felt like it and make any kind of demand she chose, just to emphasize to Gerald Fields who was boss.
Maybe she would start calling him by his first name. Yes, that was it. Better yet, she would call him Gerry. That would make him squirm, particularly if she let it slip once or twice when she met him in the halls.
Tonight after school, she was going to demand that Field shove his fat meat into her. She doubted that he would give her any trouble about it. After all, he had been more than willing to eat her cunt last night, and had even come in his pants while doing it. Marti's mouth watered as she remembered the taste of the coach's cum as she sucked it out of the pouch of his supporter. It had tasted better than she had ever imagined anything could. Of course, last night's dose had also been flavored with ball sweat and piss, but she was sure that that just made it taste all the better. The flavor of it had been so sweet, so fresh. She wondered if every man's cock juice tasted the same. Maybe she should ask Peg. Her friend claimed that she had sucked enough boy's cocks to know. Better yet, Marti's experience with Coach Fields had made her feel very bold. Why should she be afraid of any of the boys in school, when she had already had her twat licked by a real man?
Just then, she saw Jim Hale coming down the hall in her direction. Jim was the best man on the Forton High School gymnastics team. He was one of the reasons the team was slated to go to the state tournament. Jim could perform on the rings and parallel bars like no one the town had ever seen. Besides that, he was one of the cutest boys in school, and not only in Marti's opinion either. The only trouble was that he would not give her the time of day, just because she was a freshman. Well, he had not met the new Marti. She would make him notice her this morning, or know the reason why, "Hi, Jim," she said, stepping directly in front of him.
"Hi, Kid," the athlete answered, looking down at her.
"The name is Marti, Jim, Marti Stevens, and I'd like to talk to you."
"I'm in a hurry. Have to get to class, you know. Excuse me."
He tried to walk past her, but Marti just stood there blocking his path.
"It won't take long. What I have to say is very brief."
"Okay," Jim said, disgusted at being held up by a freshman, "What is it?"
"Just this. Some of the other girls tell me that you've got a nice big cock and that you like having it sucked."
"What? Where in hell did you hear that?"
"Never mind, but if you really do like having it treated right, just ask me out. Okay?"
"Get out of my way, you little tramp. I ought to report this to the principal." He pushed past her.
"Go ahead. See if I care, you queer!" she yelled after him.
She would fix him. How dare Jim Hale turn down a blow job from her. She would fix him all right. All she had to do was figure out just exactly the best way to do it. Marti vowed she was going to sample the boy's cum if it was the last thing she did.
At lunchtime, Peg Forts came rushing up to her in the cafeteria.
"Marti, what have you done?"
"Done? Whatever do you mean, Peg?" Marti asked, fluffing her hair and imitating Peg's little girl voice.
"Jim Hale's going all over school, saying terrible things about you. That's what I mean."
"He is, is he? Well, exactly what is he saying?"
"Terrible things, just terrible," Peg cried.
"You already told me that, Peg. What is he saying exactly? You can tell me. I'm a big girl."
"He said you were a tramp, and, besides that, he claims you said something just terrible to him in the hall."
"Oh, is that all."
"Is that all? Is that all? That's plenty if you ask me."
"Nobody asked you, Peg. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to make a phone call."
"But you haven't finished your lunch, and besides. . . . "
"Besides what?" Marti asked, looking down at Peg.
"You haven't told me what you said to Jim in the hall, you know, to make him so mad."
"Peggy," Marti smiled, "Eat it. My lunch I mean. Ta Ta."
She stalked out of the lunchroom. So that pantywaist of a Jim Hale was running around spreading stories about her, was he? Now it was a matter of doing more than just getting to his cock. Now she wanted revenge. The snotty little blabbermouth.
Marti slipped into the pay booth and slammed the door. She put a dime in the slot an dialed the number of the junior high school.
"Is Coach Gerald Fields there?" she asked.
The secretary asked her to wait, and a few minutes later, Fields' voice said, "Coach Fields here."
"Hello, Gerry. How are you today?"
"Who is this, anyway?"
"Why Gerry, I'm hurt that you don't recognize my voice. This is Marti Stevens, your little trampoline student."
"What do you want? And don't call me Gerry."
"I'll call you anything I want to," Marti snarled. "I thought we straightened that out last night."
"Oh, yeah, well maybe we did at that. What do you want, Marti?"
"I want you to get hold of Jim Hale and tell him to come to the gym after school."
"I thought you wanted me to meet you there after school."
"Of course, silly boy, but I want Jim there too. I have to talk to you before he comes though."
"Look, Hale's my best man on bars and rings. I don't want to put extra pressure on him."
"Sorry, Gerry, I need him for something."
"Tell me what it is, and I'll see what I can do."
"I'll see you at three-fifteen in the gym. Tell
Hale to be there at three-thirty. I'll tell you when I see you what I want him for."
Marti hung up the phone, not giving the coach a chance to reply.
As soon as classes were over, Marti headed for the gym.
"Hi, Marti," the coach grinned, pretending to be casual.
"Did you do what I told you to?"
"Get a hold of Hale you mean? Sure. He'll be here in fifteen minutes."
"Okay, here's what I want you to do," Marti said, feeling like a character in a spy movie. "When he gets here, I'll be out of sight somewhere. Tie him up and leave for awhile."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Fields asked, hardly able to believe his ears.
"I should think it was quite clear. I said tie him up. Here."
Marti pointed to the rings which were suspended by cables from the gymnasium ceiling.
"Tie him to the rings? What for?"
"Never mind what for. Just do as I say."
"And if I don't agree, what then?"
"Why, Gerry," Marti purred, "I'm surprised you'd ask a thing like that. If you don't do as I say, I might just tell a few people about how much fun you and I had last night, or how much fun you and Peg had the night before that."
"Oh, I see," the coach said quietly.
"And if that's not enough, I might just make a telephone call to Pardiville. You know where Pardiville is, Gerry. That's the place you used to teach, before they fired you."
The coach's face went white as a sheet. Whatever he had done in Pardiville, it was obviously serious enough that he did not want anyone here to know about it.
"Okay, Marti, I'll do whatever you say."
"Good, Gerry. I knew we would see eye to eye eventually. I'll hide before Jim Hale gets here. You tie him up to the rings so that his feet are off the ground, and then go away for a half hour. I'll take care of the rest. You just come back and let him down. Understand?"
"Look, I don't want to be party to whatever this is you're planning to pull on Hale. He's one of my best men."
"You ought to be thankful that I'm fixing it so you can leave. I'm protecting you. Can't you see that?"
"But how can I just tie the kid up, for Christ-sakes?"
"Why, Gerry, I'm sure you'll think of something," Marti cooed, running her hand over the man's chest. "You're my big, smart coach. You can handle it. Besides, if you do it just right, I'll let you do whatever you like with me just as soon as Jim leaves. How's that?"
"Fine. I guess it will have to be, won't it?"
"Now you have the idea. It's almost time. I'm going to hide."
Just as she disappeared behind the pile of rolled mats, Marti heard the gymnasium door open. Footsteps came across the floor.
"Hi, Coach. What did you want me for?" Jim Hale's voice said.
"Hi, Jim. Thanks for coming in. I've got, well, a new exercise I want you to try out. It's to help strengthen your arms, so you can work better on the rings."
"But you already said I was good on the rings, Coach."
"Look, Hale, this exercise is guaranteed to make you more than good. It'll make you great. Okay?"
"Okay, Coach. Don't get sore. I was just asking. Do you want me to change into my uniform?"
"No, just take your shirt and shoes off, that's all."
The tall youth hurriedly removed his short sleeved shirt and kicked off his loafers. Bare chested, he presented himself to the coach.
"I'm set. What's the exercise?"
"Well, Jim, it's mostly a stretching exercise. Put your arms over your head. That's the way. Now, I've lowered the rings so you can grip the cables that hold them. Do that."
As Jim Hale grabbed hold of the cables, Gerald Fields looped a rope through the ring and around his wrist. He ran it back and forth several times, and then tied a tight knot, securing Jim's hand and lower arm to the ring. Then he did the same with the other hand and arm.
"I don't get this at all, Coach. You're tying me up."
"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing. It's to get you ready for the exercise."
"What's next?"
"This," Fields said. He walked over to the wall where the cables were secured, untied them, and pulled.
Tied to the rings, Jim Hale was pulled helplessly up into the air, his arms stretching in their sockets.
"Hey, what is this, anyway?" he yelled.
"Like I told you, Jim, it's a stretching exercise. You just hang there like that for a few minutes. It'll exercise your arm and shoulder muscles just fine. I have to make a phone call. I'll be back in just a little while to let you down."
"But it hurts!" the boy screamed.
"You'll get used to it. Just remember that it's good for you."
The coach turned and walked out of the gymnasium. As soon as he was gone, Marti came out from behind the pile of mats. Jim Hale looked down at her.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked in surprise.
"I might ask you the same question, Queer. You look pretty silly hanging up there like that. Who do you think you are, Christ on the cross?"
"Don't get nasty with me, Marti, and don't call me queer either."
"Why not? Aren't you?"
"No, of course not. What makes you say that?"
"Well, that should be obvious, even to you. Queer. I made you a perfectly straight forward offer today, and you turned it down. As far as I'm concerned, any boy who won't take a blow job from the best looking girl in school is queer."
"You were sure straight forward, I will say that. But what gives you the idea you're the prettiest girl in school?"
"I just am, that's all, and you're a queer. No wonder you don't want your cock sucked. You're probably too busy sucking cock yourself."
"That's not true. What gives you the right to say anything like that?"
"The same thing that gives you the right to go all over school calling me a tramp."
"Oh, well, I'm sorry about that. You just took me by surprise, that's all. Girls don't usually just walk up to guys in the hall and ask them if they want a blow job."
"Well, this one does, and people around here had just better get used to it."
"Marti, if I promise not to ever say anymore about you to anybody, will you do me a favor?" Jim asked, his voice pleading.
"Depends on what it is, I guess."
"Let me down from here. My arms are killing me. They feel like they're going to stretch right out of their sockets."
Marti threw her head back and screamed with laughter. "Are you kidding? I've got you just exactly where I want you. Get ready, Jim Hale, because you're the subject of a little experiment."
"What are you talking about?" Jim asked, fear dawning in his eyes.
Marti caught his expression and loved it. Here she stood, a freshman, and she had complete control over the hottest member of the gymnastics team. She could do whatever she chose with him, and all the time she was doing it, she knew that he was being kept in a state of constant, aching pain. Well, maybe what she had in mind for him would take his mind off the pain. She advanced to directly in front of him.
"My experiment is simple, actually. I say you're a queer. You say you're not. One of us is wrong. I propose to find out which one it is."
"But what are you going to do."
"This, for starters."
Marti grabbed the top of the boy's pants and ripped open his belt. Her clever fingers unbuttoned the waist band.
"What the hell are you doing?" Jim yelled.
"I'm taking your pants down. That should be clear, even to you."
She found the slide of his zipper and pulled it down. Then, she grabbed the tight pants and pulled them down to his knees. He swung helplessly from the rings, knowing that what Marti Stevens said was true. She could do whatever she liked with him, and he could not do a damn thing about it.
Marti's eyes glowed with lust as the athlete's young cock flopped free. It was shriveled up, showing clearly the terror the girl had generated in him, and that made the smooth sac of balls look all the bigger and more enticing.
"My goodness, aren't you tiny down there. I bet the boys call you Tom Thumb," Marti taunted.
"They do not! I'm as big as anybody else."
"Oh, so you've spent some time checking around, have you? Tell me you're not queer. I bet you can't keep your eyes off the other guys' crotches when you're in the showers."
"That's not so. Let me down from here, so I can pull my pants up."
"Maybe I will, but only when I'm good and ready. Besides, I love looking at that little, tiny thing, and that red fuzz is a real nice touch,"
Marti giggled.
Jim Hale's prick was crowned by a bush of flaming red hair, only a few shades lighter than the hair on his head. As Marti looked at it, it was easy to imagine that the boy's crotch was on fire. The idea made her shiver with excitement. She wished she had a book of matches. She would get even with the little bastard then. For now, though, Marti would have to concentrate on starting a fire of a different kind.
"So," she said, "You claim you're not queer, that you're turned on by girls, and I'm saying that girls don't interest you any more than a stick of wood. Let's see who's right."
"How are you going to do that?"
"Simple. We'll just see how long it takes you to get a hard-on.'
"I couldn't get a hard-on in this position."
"Let's find out, shall we?" Marti smiled.
Slowly and deliberately, she began unbuttoning her blouse, taking care to stand directly in front of the hanging boy so that he had no choice but to look at her. As she opened the front of the garment, she spread it wide, giving Jim a good view of more and more of her creamy flesh. Finally, she shrugged the blouse off over her shoulders and licked her lips invitingly. She could hardly wait to get her full lips around Jim Hale's prick. Before very long she would know how another male's sperm tasted. But she had to force herself to wait. What was the thrill of sucking on something that looked like a shriveled worm? No, she would hold off until she had the young stud good and throbbing hard. Then she would wrap her mouth around him and make him fuck her eager throat.
"Do you like these?" she teased, cupping her palms under her tits and holding them up to the boy.
"Yeah, I like them," Jim replied, despite his fear.
"Wouldn't you like to run your tongue over these little pink nipples? When you play with them, they get hard and stand up, like this, see?"
Marti squeezed her nipples between her fingers, quickly teasing them to erection. Jim Hale looked down at her.
"Hey, that is nice," he said, his voice filled with admiration.
"That's only the beginning. I have more to offer you. All you have to do is get hard, and you can have all of it."
The blonde girl reached up under her short skirt and pulled down her sheer pantyhose. Pushing them down her legs, she kicked her shoes off and slid the hose over her feet.
"Look," she said, "Now I'm all bare, except for this little skirt. Underneath it, I'm naked. My little cunny's just hot and dripping for you, Jim. Would you like to see it?"
"Yeah, yeah, I would, Marti."
"Say please," the girl teased. "Please, please let me see it. I really want to see it."
Marti could see the lust in Jim's expression. Better yet, his prick was beginning to stir in anticipation of getting a look at her smooth, hairless cunt. She knew that, before too much longer, the boy's prick would be hard and jerking with life. Then and only then, would she take it into her hot, wet mouth.
Slowly, Marti unzipped her skirt. Looking up into Jim Hale's eyes, she let it drop. Jim moaned with excitement as the smooth crack came into view.
"There," Marti purred, running her hands up and down her thighs, "There it is, and it's all for you if you want it. Do you want it, Jim? Tell me."
"Yes, oh yes, I want it."
The boy's dong was beginning to swell now. Marti could see the blood pumping into it. She bent backward and let her fingers play up and down her inner thighs, giving Jim a good look at her open slit. The young athlete licked his lips hungrily.
"Is your mouth watering for it, Jim? Would you like to eat me out with your hungry mouth? Is that it? How do you think I'll taste to you? I bet you think I'd be the best thing you ever ate in your life, don't you? Tell me what you think it would be like."
"I think you'd taste good, Marti, real good. I'd love to eat you, to suck the juice out of that pretty little cunt of yours. Let me down and I'll show you."
"No, no, not just yet. First, let's get you dripping and stiff. It looks to me like you're only about halfway there now. I want to see you all the way up, before we do it. Am I right?" all the way up, before we do it. Am I right?"
"Yeah, Marti, yeah. I'm a lot bigger than this when I'm really hard. I'm close to eight inches."
"Oh, so you've been using a ruler on yourself, have you?"
"Yeah, once or twice."
"I've got a better way to measure. I'd like to see how far that prick of yours will go down my gullet. But I won't do that until you're hard all the way. How about it? Can you get it hard for me?"
"I don't have to, Marti. You're doing it for me. Just looking at you there is making me stiff."
"Let's see what a little action will do," Marti said, grinning at the boy.
She moved close to him. He was suspended so that his half-erect prick was at a level with her breast. Again cupping her smooth tits in her hands, she rubbed them lightly over the tip of the boy's dong. He moaned with passion, and his cock jumped at her touch.
"Hmm," she whispered, "You like that, don't you ? "
"Yes, yes, I love it. Oh, don't stop, please."
Marti brought one hand to either side of her tits and maneuvered her body so that she caught Jim's prick in the crack between them. She pushed her breasts together, holding the swelling cock in the warm place, making a cunt out of her cleavage. The girl could smell the earthy odor of the athlete's crotch. She longed to lick the salty sweat from his balls, and to strain the red rock fuzz though her white teeth.
Marti pulled away, letting Jim's prick slip out from between her tits. The exposed knob was moist with the boy's pre-seminal leaking. The longer prick jerked before her eyes, completely erect.
"Hmm, you were right. It is about eight inches long. Nice and thick too, just the way I like them. Would you like me to give you a good, heavy sucking now? Would you like that?"
"Yeah, I'd like that," Jim replied, his voice low and tight.
"Tell me how much you would like it. Talk to me about it."
"I'd like it a lot, Marti, more than anything in the world. I feel like my cock's going to bust wide open, it's getting so hard. Suck on it for me. Get your mouth around it and suck it good."
"I will, Baby, but first I'm going to rub it all over my face, so I can really get to feel it good. Would you like that?"
"Yes, I'd like that. Be careful, though, or I might just come on your face before you ever get my prick in your mouth."
"Don't do that, Jim. Promise. I want to taste your cum. I want every drop of it."
Marti cupped her hand under Jim's cock and moved her face in close to it. Taking the shaft in her eager fingers, she rubbed the prick across her cheek.
"Oh," she breathed, "It's so soft, so smooth, like satin."
She rubbed her hair against the sensitive prick, burying her nose in between Jim's legs and inhaling deeply of his sweaty crotch smell. The musky odor turned her on all the more, and she could feel the contractions in her own cunt. Her twat was soaking already, lubricating itself to be fucked by the throbbing cock she was rubbing over her face and into her hair. But that would have to wait for another time. Today, Marti was going to take Jim's sweet load into her throat, tasting every healthy drop of it.
"Put it in your mouth, Marti, please. Put it in there and suck on it, just a little bit. Come on, please."
"What will you do for me if I do that?" Marti asked.
"Anything, anything you say, Marti. I promise."
"Will you take me out?"
"Sure, I'll take you out," the boy promised, nearly out of his mind with the desire to be blown.
"Not just to screw, I mean on a real date."
"Sure, on a real date. Just suck it. I'm so hot I just got to get it off quick."
"When ? " Marti asked, giving the hard prick a squeeze.
"When what?" the boy asked in surprise. "When will you take me out on that date."
"Whenever you say. Anytime. Come on, eat my cock!"
"Saturday night?" Marti squeezed his prick again, bringing a drop of clear liquid to the tip.
"Sure, fine. Now come on and suck me, please?"
Without another word, Marti opened her mouth and swallowed as much of Jim Hale's prick as she could. The boy groaned with passion. The sensation of the smooth, hard cock in her mouth was the most exciting thing in the world to Marti. She played her tongue over it, running its pointed tip around the rim of the corona, picking up the salty flavor of the boy's dried urine. The flesh was impossibly smooth. It seemed to Marti almost as though she were licking glass. But Jim Hale's prick was much better than glass. It was very warm, almost hot, and she could feel the throbbing of the handsome athlete's heart in it.
Marti pulled her mouth away and examined the stiff, jerking dong carefully. It was one of most beautiful things she could imagine. Shiny with her spit, it looked so strong and powerful that she knew she had to swallow it, have it inside her, coax it to yield up its white, creamy treasure. Until she did that, she would never be satisfied.
Sticking out her tongue, Marti flicked it across the reddish purple head. Jim moaned deep in his throat.
"Oh, Christ, suck it, eat it. Oh, Jesus, take it all, Baby. Stuff it in your mouth. Let me fuck your mouth, Marti, please let me."
Despite Jim's begging, Marti could not resist teasing him just a little more. Of course she would suck him. She would pull a bigger load out of the sexy redhead than he had ever given before. But she would do it only when she was ready to do it, and not before. She was in charge. She was in control, and Jim Hale had better realize that.
Marti continued to play her wet tongue over the hot cock knob. She drove her tongue tip into the piss slit, scooping out the clear pre-cum and tasting it carefully. It tasted good, so fresh and clean. And, yet, at the same time, Marti could taste salt and a certain sweetness, the flavor of boyish sweat.
The blonde girl let the steely shaft slip from her mouth and pushed her face beneath it to lick the big, low hanging balls. They looked like fresh fruit, ripe and ready to be picked. Marti shot her tongue out and laved it over the hairless sac. Jim groaned, excited out of his mind by the girls' careful attention.
Open her mouth wide, Marti sucked one of the big eggs into her hot oral cavity. She rolled it around on her tongue, savoring the flavor of it. After a moment, she brought her fingers up to capture the other nut and stuffed it inside her mouth beside the first. She now had a mouthful of Jim Hale's hot testicles.
Giving in to a sudden urge, Marti bit down on them lightly with her sharp teeth. Jim let out a scream, as his legs flew wide apart.
"Don't, Marti! Please, for Godsakes, don't!"
Marti chuckled to herself. The fool was clearly afraid she was going to castrate him. That might be fun, but she knew she could never get away with it. Still, making the helpless boy think that she was about to bite his nuts off was too tempting. She bit down harder, making Jim scream again, the victim of utter terror. With his arms tied and his body hanging in the air, there was absolutely nothing he could do to defend himself. He screamed again and again, so loud that Marti was afraid he was going to attract someone's attention.
She let the big balls slide out of her mouth and looked up at him. Tears were streaming down his face. Worst of all, his huge dong had begun to shrivel.
"Don't worry, Jim, I was just kidding. I wouldn't bite your nuts off, at least not until I'd tasted a load of your cum. My, my, it's a pity some of your teammates can't see you now, crying like a baby."
"You'd cry too, if you thought somebody was going to do something like that to you," Jim sobbed.
"Well, maybe somebody already did," Marti said mockingly.
"What do you mean ? " the boy asked.
"Look," Marti said, stepping back from her victim and spreading her legs, "There's nothing there but a hole. Somebody must have bitten my cock and balls off, right?"
The young athlete laughed, despite his fear. The sight of Marti's gaping cunt had had just the effect she had hoped it would. Jim's cock was hard as a rock once again.
Taking immediate advantage of the situation, Marti threw her arms around his hips and pulled his groin against her face. This time she swallowed the hard dong all the way, right up to the red curled hilt. The long, thick shaft made its way deep into her gullet. Marti almost choked, but held back the feeling, determined to let this boy know that she was a professional. She worked her throat muscles, expanding and contracting them around the stiff shaft. Jim threw his head back and moaned with passion.
The thirteen-year-old started running the long prick in and out of her throat, alternately pulling Jim's body toward her face and pushing him away. His dong slid easily in and out of the girl's well lubricated throat. The sensation was as good as any fuck could ever be. Marti's young gullet was as tight as an asshole or a baby's cunt.
By the sounds of him and by the way his prick was jerking in her mouth, Marti knew that the handsome redhead was not far from climax. Faster and faster, she swung him against her face, burying her nose in his tickling pubic bush and then pushing him away, so that only his swollen knob remained inside her. She lashed her wet tongue across it again and again.
Suddenly, the boy's buttocks went tense in her hands. She knew he was ready to shoot. She pushed him backward, so that his pulsating tip rested on the end of her tongue. She was determined to taste every drop of his hot cream. Holding the trembling body still, Marti waited. Then, with a loud groan, Jim Hale began to come. Jet after steamy jet of searing starch poured over Marti's eager tongue and down her throat. Its taste was delightful, as good as, but completely different from, Gerald Fields'. She loved everything about the fresh gism, its flavor, its slippery texture, its warmth against her tongue. She swallowed eagerly, sucking hard to get every single ounce of the precious liquid.
Marti kept sucking until she was certain that Jim Hale was milked absolutely dry. Even after she had emptied him, she kept drawing on his shaft, caressing it with her hot tongue until he begged her to stop.
Standing back and grinning up at the boy, Marti asked, "How was that?"
Jim was so out of breath that it took him a moment to answer.
"It was great, Marti, the greatest thing I've ever felt."
"Am I an expert, Jim?"
"Yeah, an expert."
"Am I better than the other girls you've been with?"
"A hundred times better, Marti."
Marti casually gathered up her clothing and slipped into it, not bothering with the pantyhose. She would be stripping in a few minutes for her session with the coach, so she was not about to waste time putting on pantyhose. She looked up at Jim.
"A hundred times, did you say?"
"Yeah, Marti, at least a hundred times."
"Well then, tell that to your buddies when you see them," Marti called as she turned and started to walk away.
"Wait, Marti. What time do you want me to pick you up on Saturday night."
"Saturday night?"
"Yes, we have a date. Remember?"
"Oh, that. I'll just have to let you know. Jim. I'm not really sure I want to go."
Marti turned and walked out of the gymnasium.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marti waited around a corner for a few minutes, until she saw Jim Hale leave. He was rubbing his shoulders as though they were really sore. Marti grinned. It served him right. He ought to be rubbing his crotch, that was where he had had the real workout.
Returning to the gymnasium, she found
Coach Fields waiting for her. He was shaking his head and smiling.
"I got to hand it to you, Marti. You're something else. That was quite a performance."
"How do you know?"
"I went up on stage and peeked through the curtains. I saw the whole thing. Boy, was that something."
"Who told you, you could watch?" Marti screamed. "I didn't give you any permission."
"Oh, come on, for Christsake, Marti. I just had to know what you were going to do to the kid. You got to admit you should have expected the request you gave me to tie the guy to the rings to raise my curiosity."
"Yes, I suppose so," Marti answered, secretly flattered that the coach had spied on her. "How did I do?"
"You were fantastic. As a matter-of-fact, watching the whole thing turned me on so much, I practically came in my pants."
"You didn't, did you?"
"No, why?"
"Because, Silly, I wouldn't want you to waste it. I have a little exercise planned for you too."
"Oh, Christ, don't tell me you want to tie me up too."
"No," Marti giggled, "Nothing like that. Actually it's very simple, and I don't believe you'll object at all."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Screw me."
As Marti slipped out of her skirt and blouse again, she could not help chuckling to herself. Two days ago, nobody around school even noticed her. Now, she had two willing slaves and the means to develop as many more as she wanted. Gerald Fields might be afraid that she would blow the whistle on him, but he was more than willing to sink his big prick into her just the same. Marti felt there was no end to what she could have, no limit on the boys she could use in any way she pleased. After all, the tumbling coach was her own private bodyguard now, ready to do whatever she told him to. What could be more perfect?
Marti and the coach stood looking at one another, both completely naked. Fields was hard, his prick jutting straight out from his hairy body. Marti's cunt was dripping. All the while she was blowing Hale, she had been thinking about how she was going to be fucked by the coach. Now it was about to happen. She just hoped she could keep from coming until he had forced that big pole into her itchy slit. The girl was so ready that she could hardly hope to hold off. Well, she decided, if she came right away, she would just start right in aiming for the second one.
"Come on, Gerry," she said, grabbing the man by his stiff prick, "Let's do it over here, on the trampoline."
Pulling Fields by his dripping cock, she led him over to the trampoline. When they reached it, the man bent down and scooped the girl into his arms. With a quick movement, he threw her onto the canvas. She hit with a shriek, bouncing joyfully up and down on the taut, springy surface. Fields jumped up to join her. He made a grab for the girl, but he was not quick enough. Marti went bouncing away across the canvas.
"Come and get me," she screamed.
From the end of the trampoline, Marti watched Fields coming after her, his long prick slapping against his legs. She was going to have that beautiful tube of flesh inside her very soon now, and it was all she could do to not to just flop down on the trampoline and let the big man mount her. But she knew it would be all the better and the coach would be all the hotter, if she played hard to get for a bit.
"Come here, you Goddamn little whore," Fields yelled.
In his hurry to get to Marti, the man fell forward. When his belly hit the mat, he bounced back to a standing position. In the meantime, Marti bounced right over his body to the other end of the apparatus.
"Here I am, Gerry. I'm over at this end. Come and get me. My cunt's dripping for you. Why don't you take it?"
"Stand still, you bitch!" the man shouted, turning around and coming at her.
Marti could tell that her game playing had done the trick. Gerald Fields' cock was now completely erect and sticking straight out from his body. Best of all, it was pointing directly at her. Suddenly, the blonde teenager no longer had the desire to tease. Now all she could think of was getting screwed by that ten inches of super heated meat. She wanted the coach's huge, thick dong stuck into her more than anything she could think of.
Without another thought, Marti let herself down onto her back, her arms and legs spread wide, staring up at the older man. Silently, she held out her long legs. His hand went to his inflated prong, and he stroked it gently, making it even harder than it had been before, preparing it for its delightful journey into the virgin cunt.
Marti's fingers moved down between her legs. Slowly, she pulled the lips of her hairless cunt apart, inviting the coach to sink his stiff rod into it. Her entire body was attuned to what was to come in the next few seconds. She had waited so long, trying to imagine what it would be like, that she could hardly imagine it was really finally going to happen to her.
Fields moved forward, his eyes glazed with passion. He could smell the fresh, earthy odor of the girl's dripping crack. The animal in him was completely aroused. He could not have stopped now, no matter what happened. If the school board and the parents of all his students had suddenly gathered around the edges of the trampoline to watch, he would have kept right on going. His entire brain was focused now on splitting open that tiny vulnerable slit.
Dropping his head, the man attacked Marti's cunt with an open mouth. His tongue found the small, erect clit, and he laved it hungrily.
"Don't! Stop! You'll make me come. Stop!" the girl screamed.
"Don't you want to come?" Fields asked.
"Of course, but I want it to be while you're fucking me. If you lick my clit, I'm going to gush right now. Please wait. Make me come with your fat cock inside me," the teenager pleaded.
The coach leaned forward, aiming his burgeoning prick with his hand. He rubbed it against the sensitive gates to the girl's twat. She moaned at the feeling, tossing her blonde head from side to side.
"God," she moaned, "It's so warm, even the tip. I'll burn up with it in me. It's like a poker. Stick it in fast and hard. Set me on fire with it. Do it now!"
Flexing his buttocks forward, the man shot his cock into the girl. She screamed with pain as the blunt knob pushed its way through the opening. Even all her sessions with the candle had not prepared Marti for this. She felt as though the coach was shoving a fence post into her body. It hurt more than anything she could remember.
"Stop. Pull it out. Stop. I can't take it," she sobbed.
"Like hell. You'll take it and love it. This is what you wanted, what you've been begging for. Now you got it."
Fields shoved in further, forcing the walls apart, grunting at the sensation of smooth warmth his throbbing cock was encountering.
Marti squirmed beneath him, twisting her hips and trying to get away. She tried to scoot out from under the man. Fields grabbed her shoulders, pressing her down against the surface, at the same time pushing in further. By now, half his prick had disappeared. The girl was tight, unbelievably tight. Perhaps his thick organ would rip her to pieces. If it did, that was her tough luck. He was going to give her a reaming out they would both remember.
Marti was frightened nearly out of her mind. She had not counted on being raped. The man was totally out of control, his eyes filled with animal passion. Sweat broke out on his forehead and dripped down onto her small, helpless body. He would kill her. She felt certain his big pole would rip her in two before he was finished. As the huge rod scraped into her body, the pain grew, becoming more intense than ever.
"Don't. Stop. Please stop!" Marti screamed, hysterical with fear.
Gerald Fields slapped her hard across the face. "Shut up, you little slut," he growled. "This is what you wanted. I'm giving you a fucking you'll remember. Shut up and take it like a woman."
Marti began to whimper, too afraid to scream anymore. Fields was all the way inside her now. She could feel his wiry pubic hair scrubbing against her sensitive skin. His big balls brushed against her smooth buttocks. The man paused for a moment, glorying in his domination of the child and enjoying the intense warmth of her silky flesh on his throbbing prick.
As Marti lay helpless, the pain began slowly to drain away. Almost magically, it receded, leaving behind a sense of fulfilling warmth. Now she knew what girls like Peg meant when they talked about how much they loved being screwed. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. Holding a man's raging prick inside her body was everything. The sense of power she had experienced while she was milking Jim Hale's young cock faded to nothing when compared to this. She held the root of Gerald Fields' being inside her. Instead of feeling like a helpless victim, she suddenly felt as though she were a mighty conqueror.
She looked up into the man's eyes. "Gerry," she whispered, "It's wonderful. You're wonderful. Fuck me, please fuck me. Do it hard. Make me remember it."
The coach looked down at her in amazement. He could scarcely believe that this was the same girl who, only a moment before, had been crying and sobbing hysterically for him to stop. He smiled.
"I'm glad you've decided to relax and enjoy yourself," he said.
Slowly and carefully, Fields pulled his cock out of the tight cunt. Marti whimpered again, this time afraid he was going to take it away from her.
The coach drew back until only the flaring knob of his prick was still inside. He could feel the pliable cuntlips bearing down on his shaft. Glancing down between their bodies, he could see the place where his was joined to the girl's. His cock was shiny and wet, bathed in Marti's natural lubricant. Fields was glad he had entered her dry this time. That way, she would remember. There were streaks of red on his prick.
"Hey," he asked, "This isn't your first time, is it?"
"Yes," Marti answered, nodding her head. "Jesus Christ, I got me a virgin!" Fields threw back his head and roared with laughter.
"What's so funny?" Marti asked, impatient for him to get on with the fucking, now that she was enjoying it so much.
"Oh, nothing, I guess. It's just that I would never have suspected that you were a virgin. I mean you seem to know your way around. I'm surprised some guy hasn't taken your cherry before now."
"Are you going to talk or screw?" Marti snarled.
"Guess," the coach grinned.
With one powerful stroke, he slammed his prick back into the gaping cunt. Marti yelped with pleasure. She felt the thing poking into her body, deeper than before. The flaring crown poked into her smooth flesh. Once again, the entire length was inside her, probing clear up into her young belly.
With a sigh, Marti brought her legs up on either side of Fields' body and locked them around his buttocks. She pulled him against her, trying to force still more of his heavy meat into her body.
"Hey," he said, "I'm giving you all I got. Isn't ten inches enough for you?"
"Ten inches is great, Gerry Baby, but I don't think I can ever get enough hot cock, not when it feels as good as yours does."
"Hmmm, that's what I like, appreciation."
The man rotated his hips, moving his wet cock around inside the teenager's gripping twat. She moaned with pleasure, feeling the blunt tip nose against her from every possible angle. The coach's sweating body rubbed against her own, slipping easily on their combined perspiration. Marti reached up and threw her arms around his neck. Pulling his face down to hers, she kissed him with an open mouth. Fields ran his thick tongue into her mouth and licked at it, tasting the sweetness of Mari's oral cavity. The girl thrilled to the idea that the big man was entering her in two places now, demanding complete fulfillment from her lithe young body.
Marti arched her chest, pushing her pert breasts into the coach's broad, hairy chest. She sighed at the delightful sensation of his thick furry mat rubbing against the smoothness of her skin. Her nipples were erect and aching, attuned to sensuality, along with the rest of her being.
Twisting her hips and contracting her pelvic muscles, Marti sent new tremors of excitement through the coach's muscular frame.
"Oh Christ, you are the hottest little piece I've had in a long time. Oh, oh Baby, you fuck so good. Jesus, you hot twat's pulling the spunk right out of my balls. God, take it, take it all."
With one more quick thrust, assuring that his swollen prick was as far into her as he could get it, Fields started to shoot. With a deep groan, he unloaded his hot, white cream into Marti. She could feel the searing jazz pumping into, running through her eager guts, and it sent her over the brink. With an excited yelp, the girl climaxed, her whole body shaking with total orgasm.
She tossed her head about as her body bathed the man's prick and balls with her hot sex juice. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. "Fuck me hard. Take it all. Christ, I never felt like this. Heaven, it's heaven. Stroke it in and out, hard, hard. That's it, oh, yeah, that's the way."
Despite the fact that he had dropped his wad, whitewashing the teenager's guts, the coach's prick was still rock hard. Manfully, he fucked it in and out of Marti's twat, rolling her on to climax after shaking climax. The girl's body trembled all over. She came again and again, shouting and cursing into the man's ear, her heels flailing against his backside.
The air around them was filled with the aroma of their sex. The heavy, yeasty smell drove them on to new sexual heights. To his amazement, the man knew that he was going to shoot again, even though he felt as though he had just shot everything into the girl, right down to his toenails.
Marti was a tigress, demanding satisfaction beyond all endurance. She was determined to milk the coach dry of every bit of hot gism he could manufacture. It was all hers. She longed to feel each ounce of it course into her body. She had to have an ocean of sperm swimming and wriggling in her belly. From now on, that was all that would satisfy her. As she lay there, crying for more and more sex, she could imagine herself with semen flowing into her cunt, her asshole, her mouth, nose and ears. She wanted to be completely filled with it, to be drowned in hot, white spunk.
Finally, after a long time, while they rolled and tossed on the pliable surface of the trampoline, the coach shouted out once more. Bucking his hips wildly, he emptied his second hot load into the gaping, sucking twat. Feeling the new white river flow into her, Marti set off on a new, intense series of climaxes, digging her fingers deeply into Fields' back, ripping at his skin and drawing great drops of scarlet blood.
At last, the two of them lay satiated. Marti was crushed under the great bulk of the coach's heaving body, soaked in his sweat and her own. The man's weight on her began to be more than she could stand, and Marti tried to push him away.
"Get up. You're too heavy. It's hot."
"What is this? Don't you even want to cuddle a little?"
"Cuddle? What for?"
Gerald Fields rolled off her body and lay on his side looking at Marti. "Oh, I see. You're all business, hey?"
"If that's the way you want to put it. I needed to get my cherry popped, and you took care of it for me. I don't think that gives me any reason to cuddle with you."
"Oh, so now you're through with me, are you ? "
"Are you kidding?" Marti laughed. "Not by a long shot."
"Good. I'm glad, because I kind of liked what we just did. You're a real hot little piece of ass. I'd like you all to myself."
"You don't mean that, do you?" Marti asked, suddenly very serious.
"What if I do?"
"It wouldn't work, that's all. It doesn't fit my plans."
"Your plans? And just what are your plans?"
"You're going to help me get who I want. Those are my plans."
"Who you want? What do you mean by that?"
She laughed. "I should think that's obvious, even to you, especially after the way I made you set up that trap for Jim Hale tonight."
"But I figured that was just a one time thing."
"You figured wrong. There are plenty of people around this school I want to get, and you're going to help me get them. Maybe I'll even share a few of them with you once in awhile, if you promise to be good."
Fear dawned in the coach's eyes. "You're crazy, do you know that?"
Marti slapped him hard across the face. "Don't you dare talk to me like that!" she screamed. "And don't forget, Mister, I can blow the whistle on you anytime I fucking please. So you better make up your mind to that right now. You will do exactly as I tell you to, whenever and whatever I decide I'm going to tell you, and you'll do it right. Is that clear?"
The coach was silent, staring at Marti with wide eyes and rubbing his stinging cheek.
"I said, is that clear?" she shouted.
"Yes, yes that's clear," he whispered.
"Good. Now, as long as that's understood, you and I are going to have a real good time around here. Besides that, I'll let you fuck me, just like we just did. So, you see, you can have a pretty good life, as long as you remember to follow orders. I have to get dressed and go home now. I can't be late for dinner, or my folks will get nervous."
Marti jumped off the trampoline and got into her clothing. The coach lay on the canvas, still unable to believe the situation in which he found himself. The girl had taken him as a virtual slave, and she knew it. Somehow, he had to figure a way out of this, but at the moment, he could see none. There was nothing to do but play along with her, at least for awhile.
"Well," said Marti, "are you coming."
"Coming? Coming where."
"You're driving me home, or did I forget to tell you?"
"Aren't you afraid your parents will see you getting out of my car and ask some strange questions ? "
"You can let me out a block from my house. Now come on."
They had barely pulled out of the school parking lot, when Marti scooted over close to the coach. Quickly, she snaked her hand down into his crotch. Finding his big hunk of beef, she gave it a squeeze.
"I'm sorry I had to talk to you so rough, Gerry. You understand though, don't you?"
"Understand what?" Fields asked gruffly.
"That I had to be sure you understand the arrangement. I mean, you might do something foolish that would ruin your whole career, and we wouldn't want to have that happen, would we?"
She ran her fingers over the length of his shaft, feeling it begin to harden under her touch. Despite himself, Gerald was her slave, physically as well as mentally. She rubbed her fingers against his cock, enjoying the sensation of its rapid growth.
"There wouldn't be any trouble for me if you'd just keep your mouth shut," he said, moving his legs apart to give the girl better access to his crotch.
"And I will, as long as you and I get along, Gerry. You do see that, don't you?"
Marti's fingers found the slide of the coach's zipper, and she pulled it down slowly. Fishing inside the gap in the front of his slacks, her hand closed around his stiffened dong. She pulled it out into the air. The car was filled with the fragrance of the hot, leaking meat.
"Mmmmmm, Gerry, you have such a beautiful prick. I love to play with it and run my hand over it like this. Do you like it when I do this?"
"Yeah, sure I like it," Fields answered, his voice tight.
"My, my, a person wouldn't know you'd come twice such a little while ago. You're as hard and dripping as though you hadn't got your rocks off all day. Would you like me to suck it for you?"
"Sure, sure I'd it. But I thought you were in such a hurry to get home. You said your folks would be nervous."
"Don't worry. I'll think of something to tell them. Drive on out to the edge of town. I know a place we can be alone."
Knowing better than to disagree with Marti and wanting the feeling of her hot lips on his prick, Gerald Fields drove to the edge of the small community.
"There's a turn to your right just up ahead," Marti said. "Take that."
Her hand never left the big cock for a second. She continued to pump it slowly all the time they were riding. It was all she could do not to dip her head under the edge of the steering wheel, and suck the coach's turgid cock while he drove. But she knew it would be better to wait. She knew just the place, a small clearing just off the country road.
Fields made the turn and proceeded down a bumpy dirt road, overhung with trees. After they had driven about a mile, Marti said, "Here. Pull off the road and stop the car."
The coach steered the car over to the side of the narrow road and turned off the engine. Marti jumped out of the car, and headed into the trees.
"Come on, follow me," she shouted.
Fields jumped out of the drivers side, and ran around the car, his long cock flopping out of his pants. He followed Marti into the woods, almost losing sight of her in the tall underbrush. She knew exactly where she was going. She had been exploring these woods since she was a child, and had decided long ago that the clearing she was leading the man to was just the right place for what they were about to do.
Marti broke through the trees and into the open apace. The afternoon sun bathed the small clearing in light. Marti turned to look at Fields.
"Do you like it?" she asked. "It's one of my favorite spots."
"It's okay, I guess. It looks secluded enough so nobody will see us."
"That's what I like about you Gerry. You're so romantic."
Fields threw back his head and roared with laughter.
"What's so funny?" Marti demanded, scowling at him.
"It's just a little strange, that's all, your talking about romance."
"Why? Why shouldn't I be concerned with wanting a little romance?"
"No reason, except that a half hour ago you were raising hell with me because I wanted to cuddle. It's hard to believe this is the same girl talking."
"Well, it is the same girl, and I'll thank you not to make fun of me."
"Okay, okay. Let's just do what we came here to do."
Gerald Fields undid his heavy leather belt and unbuttoned the top of his slacks. He pushed them down, letting them fall to his knees. The sight of him in his shirt and tie, dressed except for the area from his waist to his knees, was extremely lewd and exciting to Marti. She walked to him as if she were hypnotized.
"Lie down," she whispered.
"Come on, just do it this way. Get on your knees. I want to pop quick and get out of here."
"I said lie down. Now do it."
Without further comment, Fields lay down on his back in the tall grass, his slacks bunched around his ankles. Marti knelt beside him and grasped his thick cock in her hand. It had lost some of its hardness, and the girl stroked it eagerly, bringing it back to iron stiffness in a matter of seconds. Her eyes were riveted to the wonderful staff. The afternoon sun turned it to gold, its smooth, flaring head still a proud dark red color. A drop of fluid glistened in the deep cum slit. Marti's mouth watered for the taste of it.
She briefly considered ripping off her clothing and straddling the coach's body, driving his rod up into her once more, but there was not time enough for that now. Instead, she dropped her head to the prick head and caught the drop of pre-cum on the tip of her tongue. She licked the satin knob, wetting it down with her warm spittle.
Fields growled with pleasure and arched his buttocks off the damp ground, inviting the girl to swallow more of his pulsating shaft. She obliged him at once, taking as much of his hot cock into her mouth as she could manage. Marti whipped her tongue back and forth over the thick ridge on the underside of the man's shaft, tasting the musky flavor of prick, enhanced by the remains of her own sweet cunt juice.
"God, you suck cock as good as you fuck," the man moaned. "You're going to have me off right away again. Christ, you do it so good, you hot little bitch."
Marti let her teeth graze the smooth, sensitive skin as she moved her head up and down on the upturned prick, taking more and more of it into her with each thrust of her head. Her long blonde hair swept against Fields' groin, exciting his body even more completely.
Before long, Marti had the entire length of the long shaft stuffed into her gullet. She held it there, flexing her throat muscles against it, her nose pushed against the coach's groin, inhaling deeply of his sexy, sweaty crotch odor.
Marti moved her hand in between the muscular legs, caressing the inner thighs and raising goose bumps all over the man's body. Slowly, she moved her hand higher, now sliding the stiff prick in and out of her throat at a faster and faster rate. Her palm closed around the low hanging balls, and she gave them a hard squeeze, sending pain through Fields' groin and making him yelp with excitement. Next, her fingers lifted the puckered sac and found their way beneath it. She ran her long nails over the sensitive skin between the coach's balls and ass opening, making him squirm his hips with mounting passion. She probed until she found his tiny, clenched hole and ran her fingertips lightly over its fluted surface.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Fields asked in surprise.
Marti let his stiff cock fall from her mouth. "I'm playing with your asshole. What did you think I was doing?"
Without waiting for a reply, Marti jabbed a finger through the tight opening and ran it up inside the man's rectum. He squirmed about, struggling to dislodge the intruder, but only succeeded in driving it in further.
"Come on! Cut it out! That's off limits," he shouted.
"Not anymore, it isn't. I want my fingers up your hole, and that's exactly where they're going. Be good and let me do what I want, or I'll get Jim Hale or some other fag around school to fuck you there. How would you like that, Gerry? Would you like a big cock shoved up your ass? That would prove whether you were a real man or not."
"Don't talk like that. That's queer talk. I don't like it."
"Tough fucking shit, Baby," Marti cried.
She shoved a second finger into the coach's ass next to the first. He sobbed with pain. The girl wiggled her fingers around, stretching his hole further and making him hurt all the more. The man's hard-on wilted before her eyes.
"What's the matter, Big Boy? Did I frighten you? Don't you like me playing around in your shit hole? Maybe I should find a nice sharp stick to shove up there. Then you'd have something to be scared about."
Suddenly, Marti's finger touched something hard. She probed at it, jabbing her finger against it again and again. To her amazement, Fields' limp prick soared instantly to full erection.
"Wow," she said, "What did I do."
"You hit my prostate gland. Don't you know what that is."
"No, what?"
"It's a little gland in a man's ass. When you touch it, it drives him right up the wall, just like what you're doing to me right now. If you keep that up, I'll cream without your ever touching my prick."
"No kidding?" Marti asked, immensely excited at the new discovery.
"No kidding. In fact," the man gasped, "I'm there right now."
In a flash, Marti ducked her head and cupped her lips over Fields' raging cockhead. Her finger nudged hard against the swollen walnut in his shit hole, and she felt the white love starch start to boil out of him. She drank greedily, hungry for every drop.
The coach yelled and moaned, throwing his buttocks high off the ground and driving his prick all the way down the girl's sucking throat. She kept probing at his prostate until she was sure she had forced every drop of hot semen out of his balls. It tasted good, very fresh because it was the third load his nuts had manufactured for her this afternoon. From now on, she resolved, she was going to keep him drained continually, even if it killed him. Marti was rapidly growing to love cum beyond anything else in the world. She wanted to drink as much as she possibly could. Besides keeping the coach empty, she intended, with his help, to taste that of every good looking boy in school. They had plenty of it. Every last one of them was a human factory churning out millions of sperm every day. Why should she not have her share of it.
All she had to do was figure out ways to make it look like Gerald Fields was not setting things up for her. She would have to work out situations the way she had this afternoon. Without doubt, Jim Hale thought that she had just happened to stumble upon him, while he was engaging in his new exercise program. There was nothing to allow him to suspect the truth, that the coach had made him a sitting duck for Marti's advances.
If the boys talked about her, that was an advantage as far as Marti was concerned.
Girls like Peg, whom everybody in school knew was an easy lay, seemed to get all the sex they wanted. And that was what Marti wanted, sex and plenty of it.
Marti sucked the last bit of gism out of Gerald Fields' prick, sat back on her haunches, and grinned down at him. "There. Now take me home."
When she reached her house, Marti had to put up with a long scene from both her parents. They wanted to know where she had been until nearly dark, why she had not called, and a hundred other things. Marti managed to get them calmed down, and by the time they had eaten dinner, things were once again relatively peaceful.
Marti went upstairs to study. After about a half hour, she heard the phone ring.
"Marti," her father called, "It's for you."
It was Peg Forts. They had no more than said hello, when the girl blurted out, "Marti, is it true?"
"Is what true?"
"Did you really blow Jim Hale's cock in the gym this afternoon after school?"
"Of course it's true," Marti replied.
"But I just can't believe it," Peg squealed with delight. "I never thought Jim Hale would even look at a freshman."
"Well, he looked at me."
"The way I heard it he was tied up. He didn't have a choice."
"He didn't complain."
"Then he was tied up?"
"Yes. What of it?"
"But why was he tied up?"
"Some new gymnastics exercise I guess. All I know is that I found him hanging there and took advantage of the situation. He seemed to enjoy it. He came enough."
"Uuuuh, I wish I had been there."
"Where did you hear about it anyway?"
"I heard it from Cindy Hansen, and she heard it from Charlie Smith."
"And where did Charlie Smith hear it?"
"From Jim I suppose."
"Probably while Jim was demonstrating what I did for him."
"Oh, Marti, you're so naughty. You don't really believe those stories about Jim, do you ? "
"How should I know. He came this afternoon. But then all I did was suck his cock. He might have been pretending I was a boy for all I know."
"Not according to what I heard. Cindy said he wants to take you out and really get to know you. You know what that means."
"As a matter-of-fact, he did ask me out for Saturday night."
"Oh, wonderful. You won't be a virgin after that, I bet."
"For your information, I'm not one now."
"What? You didn't tell me. When was it? Who was it with?"
"It was a little while ago, and I won't tell you who the boy was."
"Oh, come on, Marti. Please tell me. We're supposed to be best girlfriends, aren't we?"
"Maybe, but I just can't tell you."
"Be that way. I'll find out eventually anyway. Be sure to tell me all about Saturday night. Promise."
"I'm not sure I'm going."
"Not going? But Jim Hale is the most popular boy in school. Of course you'll go. I just have to hear what kind of a fucking partner he is."
"You mean you've never had him, Peg."
"No," the girl replied sheepishly, "I never have."
"Look, Peg, I have an idea. Why don't we arrange a little surprise for Jim Hale. I'll go out with him and manage to maneuver him to some nice spot, maybe that clearing out there on the edge of town, you know, the one where we used to go on picnics? You can hide there and wait for us, pretend to be out looking at night owls or stars or something."
"What for?"
"So we can get him to screw both of us, silly."
"Hmmmm, that does sound like fun. But I can't do it, Marti. I'm busy on Saturday. I'll be getting a screwing of my own."
"Oh? Who with?"
"I can't tell. I promised."
"Oh come on, Peg, tell me." Marti knew that if she kept at Peg long enough, she would find out what she wanted to know. The girl could not keep a secret. She had too big a mouth.
"Well, all right, I'll tell you, just because you're my best friend, but you must promise not to breathe a word to anyone."
"I promise."
"Listen, Marti, I mean that seriously. No one must know. It would be very bad for him."
"Peg, I said I promise and I meant it."
"All right then. I have a date with Coach Fields."
Marti was silent for a moment, too stunned to speak.
"Marti, Marti, are you there? Can you hear me?"
"Yes, I'm here," Marti said, fighting to keep her voice under control.
"Well, what do you think. Isn't it the most exciting thing you ever heard?"
"Yes, I suppose it is. Tell me, how did it come about?"
"Well, do you remember the other day when Gerry, he told me I could call him Gerry, isn't that cute? Well, anyway Gerry caught us in the gym. Do you remember?"
"Yes, of course I remember."
"He sent you away, and made me stay there. Do you remember that?"
"Peg, stop asking me that. I remember everything about it."
"All right, you don't have to shout at me. Anyway, I thought Gerry was keeping me there to punish me. Instead, he forced me to take off my clothing. Then he stripped down and made me give him a blow job. Can you imagine?"
"No, I can't," said Marti, remembering how the situation had really developed.
"Well, he must have liked the way I performed, because the very next day he asked me to go out with him on Saturday afternoon. He swore me to complete secrecy, and I haven't told a soul except you because you're my best friend. So promise me you won't breathe this to a soul."
"I promise, Peg. I won't tell a soul, not about this."
"Now that I've told you my secret, won't you tell me yours."
"My what?"
"Your secret. Who took your cherry? Tell me."
"Peg, eat shit'" Marti said, and hung up the phone.
CHAPTER FIVE
The first thing the next morning, Marti Stevens was in the principal's office. The nerve of that Gerald Fields. He had apparently been carrying on with her, all the time he had his mind on Peg Forts. Despite all she had told him, he must not have believed her when she threatened to blow the whistle on him. Well, she would show him just how wrong he was. By the time she was through talking to Mr. Warren, the principal, Gerald Fields would not be able to get a job hauling garbage. The school would just have to forget about the state gymnastics tournament. The way the coach had humiliated her was more important than any statewide victory anyway. That arrogant pig! She would show him, and he would remember it.
"Well, Miss Stevens, what can I do for you ? " asked the principal.
He was a pompous man, about forty-five years old and twenty pounds overweight.
"Oh my, I just don't know what to say, Mr. Warren," Marti blubbered, brimming over with supposed innocence. "I don't know where to start."
"Now, now, My Dear, just take it easy. Don't be hysterical. Just begin at the beginning and tell me what's on your mind. That's what we're here for, to listen to our students and help them through our good advice."
"Well, Mr. Warren," Marti sobbed, "I'm here about Mr. Fields, the coach."
"What about him?" The principal's tone of voice became suddenly more harsh.
"He took, well, liberties with me."
"Liberties? What do you mean liberties?" the principal asked, his bushy eyebrows shooting upward.
Marti sketched out in lurid detail the things that had gone on between her and the coach. She took care not to mention Peg Forts' involvement or to even hint at what she had done to Jim Hale while he was tied to the rings. She made it all sound as though the coach had initiated everything. As far as her involvement was concerned, she told about it almost as if she had been raped by the man. Marti painted herself as the overwhelmed, unwilling partner in a whole series of unnatural acts.
"That's the whole story, Mr. Warren," she sighed, dabbing her eyes with a kleenex.
"And, Miss Stevens, just why do you think I should believe you?"
"What?" Marti stammered. She had not counted on this.
"Why should I take the word of a freshman student against that of one of my best teachers? Mr. Fields is taking the state gymnastics tournament for us this year, you know."
"But, Sir, I would think in the light of what happened to Mr. Fields in Pardiville, you would . . . "
"What do you know about that?" Warren cut her off.
"Enough," Marti answered, careful not to say anything to reveal that she did not really know much about what had gone on in the school where Fields had taught before.
"Rumor, vicious gossip. It was probably started by a student much like yourself, Miss Stevens."
"Mr. Warren, are you saying that I'm not telling the truth?"
"Perhaps, Young Lady, perhaps." The man stood up, indicating that the interview was over.
"If that's the case, you leave me no choice."
"What do you mean, no choice?" the principal asked, sitting down again, his big butt plumping into the chair.
"I mean, I'll just have to tell my father what happened to me. He'll know I'm telling the truth, and he has some friends on the school board."
"Now, now, my dear child," the principal soothed, his voice becoming soft and pleading, "We wouldn't want to do anything rash, would we. I'll talk to Mr. Fields about this. In fact, I have an even better idea. You meet me right after classes today, say at about three forty-five, in the gymnasium. We will talk to him together. That way, I can hear both sides of the story, and we can decide on appropriate action. That way you won't have to bother your father with all this. It would only upset him."
"I'm sure of that," Marti said, rising to leave. "Until this afternoon then, Mr. Warren. I really appreciate your looking into this." Her tone was formal and businesslike. She wanted
Warren to believe she was satisfied, at least for the moment.
There was only one thing Marti found suspicious about the principal's offer to confront Fields with her story. School was out at three fifteen. For some reason, he wanted to be alone with the coach before she got there. Of course, she thought, it could just be that Mr. Warren had something else to attend to before their meeting. More likely, though, he wanted to tip Fields off to the charges Marti had made so that he would be prepared for her by three forty-five. Well, she decided, that was easily enough solved. She would simply arrive early.
At three fifteen, Marti made her way to the gymnasium. She sneaked inside and hurried over to her favorite hiding place, the pile of rolled up mats. Hardly had she ducked behind it, than she heard someone enter the huge room. Footsteps echoed across the floor, as the person came closer. Then someone else came in. Marti held her breath. Her suspicions had been correct.
"Well, Neil, what do you want to see me about?" the coach's voice inquired.
"A student came to me this morning with quite a story to tell."
"Oh, really? Who was it, Marti Stevens?"
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact. I'm surprised you guessed her identity so quickly."
"Just lucky, I guess."
"She told me you had taken . . . liberties with her."
"I didn't do anything she didn't invite."
"Then you admit being intimate with her?"
"Sure. Why not? She asked for it," Fields sneered.
"Why not? She's a freshman, barely thirteen, that's why not. I should fire you right on the spot, just the way they did over at Pardiville."
The coach laughed. "But you won't will you ? Don't try to kid me, Warren. You're job's on the line if this school doesn't win the state championship. I know that just as well as you do. You won't fire me, unless you're prepared to go too."
"But what am I going to do? I tried to bluff the girl, to refuse to believe her story. All that did was make her threaten to tell her father and the school board. Who do you think they would believe, you or some innocent looking freshman girl?"
"Okay, just leave this to me. I'll see the girl as soon as I can."
"You'll see her right now. I told her to be here at three forty-five."
"Do you think she'll show up?"
"Of course. What are you going to do?"
"Stick around. You'll find out."
Marti slipped out from behind the pile of mats, hoping the two men were too engrossed in their conversation to notice that she had not come in across the gym floor.
"Good afternoon. Here I am," she said quietly.
"Oh, Marti," said the principal, "Right on time, I see."
"Of course, Mr. Warren. I'm always on time when there's something important to discuss."
"There's no point in beating around the bush, Marti. Mr. Warren's already told me what you're trying to pull."
"Oh, really? What about it?"
"Just this. He says you're threatening to go to the school board."
"Maybe. So what?"
"I wouldn't advise it, that's what. You could get hurt."
Marti could tell the coach was becoming very angry with her tone. That was fine. Let him hang himself right in front of the principal. That was exactly what she wanted him to do.
"Get hurt? How?" she asked, her voice mocking him.
"Like this," the coach shouted, grabbing her arm and pulling her to him. He twisted it behind her back and pulled upward, making the girl yell with pain.
"What the hell are you doing?" the principal shouted.
"Teaching this young slut a lesson. She's going to learn to keep her fucking mouth shut, and you're going to help me teach her."
"I am not!"
"The hell you're not. You're in this as deep as I am. If you want to keep teaching here, we've got to shut her up. Get me those ropes over there."
"What are you doing to me?" Marti screamed. "Let me go right now!"
The coach clapped his hand over her mouth. Marti struggled to free herself, but Fields forced her arm upward so that it hurt clear to the shoulder. Tears streamed down Marti's face. She was afraid the strong man would break her arm, it hurt so badly.
The coach steered Marti over to the parallel bars, keeping pressure on her arm and clamping his big hand over her mouth.
"Come on," he shouted at the principal, "Grab her free arm and tie it to the bar.
Mr. Warren did as he was told, tying Marti's wrist tightly to one of the wooden parallel bars with a short length of rope.
"You got a handkerchief?" the coach asked.
The principal nodded his head dumbly and pulled a white cloth out of his back pocket.
"Get it around her mouth," Fields ordered. "Pull it tight when I jerk my hand away."
The principal carried out orders, effectively gagging Marti and nearly cutting off her breathing for a moment. The girl moaned and mumbled, but it did no good.
The men tied her other hand to the parallel bars, spread-eagling her arms between the two. As Fields grabbed for her legs, she kicked at him. He grabbed both her feet and pulled them into the air. Then, he shucked her shoes off and threw them on the floor. Pinching both her legs under his arm, he reached up under her short skirt and ripped down her pantyhose.
"Fields, what the hell are you doing?"
"Teaching this little whore a lesson, just like I told you. Come on. Help me get her skirt off."
"No, I won't be a party to this."
"The fuck you won't!" the coach yelled. "It's gone too far for you to even think about backing out now. Relax and enjoy yourself. This one's a hell of a lay, I promise you."
"What are you going to do to her?" the principal stammered.
"Not me, we. We're going to fuck her. Nothing like a good raping to keep a girl quiet."
"No, we can't do that."
"To hell we can't. Don't get high and mighty with me, Warren. I've heard enough stories to know what a dirty old man you are. You can't kid me. You can't resist sticking your cock into this young cunt anymore than I can."
"I guess you've got me figured out," the principal mumbled grudgingly.
"You goddamn right I have. Now undo her skirt, while I hold her legs."
The principal fumbled with the zipper of Marti's skirt. She squirmed and tossed her head about, but could not begin to free herself from the coach's grip. Warren unzipped the skirt and pushed it down her body. The coach grabbed it along with her pantyhose.
"Now her feet," he said. "Let's tie her ankles to the framework. Be quick about it. I'm hot to shove my prick into that hot little cunt again."
The men tied Marti's ankles to the metal supports of the parallel bar equipment, and then stepped back to look at her.
"There," said the coach, "You have to admit that's an inviting sight."
"Yes," replied the principal, leering at Marti, "It is inviting."
Marti could see a stirring in the older man's loose slacks, and knew that he was already hard just from looking at her. Neil Warren was no longer an unwilling witness to the coach's scheme. He was an excited participant. Marti was terrified. What if they killed her? What if they maimed her for life? She was completely helpless, absolutely at their mercy. They could do whatever they liked with her.
"Wait until you see the sweet little tits on her," the coach gloated.
He came over to where Marti was tied, and roughly unbuttoned her blouse, spreading it apart so the principal could get a good look at her creamy young breasts.
"I bet you can't wait to wrap your mouth around one of those, can you ? " the coach asked.
"No, no I can't," the principal stammered, his eyes glazing over with passion. Even if he had wanted to stop now, his body would not let him. He was completely captivated by the sight of the blonde girl, trussed up and standing vulnerable, unable to do anything but await his attack on her.
"Too bad we have to keep her gagged," the coach growled. "Otherwise you could find out what a hell of a cock sucker she is. She pulls the cum out of you like a vacuum cleaner."
Coach Fields peeled off his shirt, revealing his furry chest and loosened his belt.
"Well," he asked, "What are you waiting for?"
"Nothing, I guess," the coach replied, his eyes riveted to the struggling girl.
"What do you want to do to her? Tell me."
"I want to screw her tight little cunt and squeeze those tits at the same time. Or do you want to fuck her first?"
"Naw, you go ahead. I got other plans. What I'm going to do will really teach the bitch to keep her mouth shut."
Fields was naked now. He stood before Marti, stroking his ten inch dong to complete erection.
"Take a good look at it, Baby," he ordered. "In another minute or two, it's going to be blasting open your little asshole."
Marti tried to scream, but all that came out was a strangled moan. She was terrified. Her eyes widened, as she looked at the thick meat the coach held in his hand. If he tried to shove that thing into her anus, he would split her wide open. The pain would be unendurable, much worse than when he had screwed her cunt, she was certain of that. Yet, there was nothing she could do. No matter how hard she squirmed and strained, she could not loosen the bonds that held her. Her legs and arms were wide open, leaving her to be the helpless victim of the two men.
The principal disrobed. Marti looked with disgust at his fat, sagging body. Under his pregnant looking belly, she could see his prick. It was short and fat, just like he was. The man's balls were like those of a boy, tiny and shrunken, almost as though they had never really developed properly. Marti felt her stomach turn as she imagined what it would be like to have Warren's disgusting, sweaty body pressed up against hers. Already she could smell him. He had a mixed odor, part harsh soap and part sour, fat man's sweat. The man stroked his short prick, a lewd grin on his jowly face. Marti shivered at the thought of his thick lips on her smooth tits.
As the principal approached her, his prick in his hand, Fields moved around behind her.
"Now, you little bitch," he muttered into her ear, "We're going to teach you something you won't forget. You'll think twice before you rat on somebody in the future. Just think about what your big mouth got you this time. Think about all the grief you could have saved yourself, if you'd just kept your nasty trap shut. Think about it all the time we're shoving our hot dicks into you. When I'm through ramming your tight ass, you won't be able to sit down for a week."
Marti trembled, afraid that the coach was absolutely right. In fact, she wondered whether or not she would ever be able to shit comfortably again. She had read and heard a little about anal intercourse, and the idea of it had always repelled her. Now, she was about to experience it, totally against her will. She did remember hearing, though that, no matter what happened, she must stay relaxed. If she did not, she would be seriously hurt.
Marti tried to concentrate on relaxing her rectal muscles, but it was difficult. The principal was now rubbing himself against the front of her naked body, grunting and groaning like a huge pig, carrying out his twisted idea of stimulating her. Marti's mind recoiled as the portly man scraped his fleshy belly against her flat stomach. Her fingers probed into her slit, forcing its sensitive lips apart and opening it up in preparation for the entrance of his short, thick cock.
Behind her, Gerald Fields was running the knob of his stiff cock up and down the crease of her bottom. Despite her fear, there was something about that that turned Marti on. The sensation of the man's silky cock flesh against her body sent shivers of excitement through her groin. She felt her cunt beginning to drip, moistening Neil Warren's fat fingers as he dug them into her body.
"Hmmmm," he grunted, "Getting all turned on, are you ? Good. I can see you can't wait for me to shove this big prick of mine into your little cunny."
Marti could scarcely believe what she was hearing. If she had not had the gag in her mouth, she would have laughed in Warren's face. Could the dirty old man actually believe that she was eager to have his poor excuse of a cock shoved into her? Despite what she thought of the coach and of his making a fool of her behind her back, he did have a beautiful and exciting prick. The very act of his rubbing it up and down along her ass turned her on terrifically.
"Do you like that, Bitch?" Fields whispered into her ear.
Marti grunted and nodded her head, becoming more turned on by the second. Now, even the principal's clumsy fingers fiddling with her twat felt good, although she was nearly sick with the smell of his flabby, sour body.
The coach brought his fingers down to Marti's shit hole. He zeroed in directly on her tiny anal knot and jabbed a thick finger into it. The girl twisted her body, trying to get away from the stabbing finger. She strained against the ropes holding her hands and feet. It was hopeless. She could not avoid being poked full of the man's cruel flesh.
"I guess you know what I'm paying you back for, don't you. Slut. No whore bitch shoves her hand up my ass without paying for it one way or another. You're going to pay good, you cock licking cum bag!"
Fields dug his finger into Marti's ass as if he wanted to rip it to pieces. Pain seared through the girl's groin. Again she bucked her slim hips, trying vainly to get away.
"Hey, Fields, what the hell are you doing back there ? " asked the principal.
"Just having a little fun before I stuff my cock into this hot shit hole, that's all. I'm giving this snotty whore a preview of what it's going to feel like when I shove my meat into her. It's a hell of a lot thicker than my finger. You know that, don't you, Bitch?"
The man sent a second finger in to join the first, making Marti whimper with the pain of it.
"Well cut it out," the principal ordered. "I can hardly get my fingers into her twat, she's wiggling around so much."
"You're just not pushing hard enough. Don't be so fucking gentle with the little witch. Give it to her hard. Stretch her twat out with both hands. She likes it to hurt. If she doesn't hold still, I'll just slap her shitty face until she quiets down. If that doesn't do it, I'll knock her out. Then we can do whatever we damn please to her."
"Hell, Gerry, don't do that. I want her to know it when I shove this thing into her cunt. It wouldn't be any fun if she was knocked out."
"Well, that's what's going to happen to the fucking whore if she doesn't stop wiggling around."
He reached around in front of Marti's body and pinched one of her tits with his fingers. "Now you hold still, you little cunt, or you're never going to know what hit you. Do you understand ? "
Fearfully, Marti nodded yes.
"Good," the coach growled. "You can squirm around as much as you like once we get our cocks into you, but not now."
Now, besides two of Fields' fingers worming around in her butt, Marti had Neil Warren's chubby hands digging their way into her tight little twat. The man was so inept that, instead of stimulating her sensitive nerve endings, he was nearly clawing them out of her body.
The girl had reached the point where she no longer cared what the men did to her, as long as it was over soon. She felt she could even endure the wide ten inch prick up her ass, just because she knew that, sooner or later, the men would be through with her.
Neil Warren shoved his cock up against her body. Marti could feel the hardness of it probing at the gates to her interior. The man used his fingers to stretch her hairless twat even further apart, shoved forward, and rammed his prick into her. He pulled his fingers out roughly, and Marti's cunt closed around his thick meat. He pushed forward once more, grunting with the effort. This time he buried the whole of his short prick inside her. Immediately, he pulled out again, not even allowing Marti a moment to accommodate her aching cunt to him.
With another grunt, he shoved forward once more, scraping his prick against the tender walls of her flesh. The gagged girl tossed her head in pain. She tried desperately to remember how good it had felt when Gerald Fields rode his prick into her for the first time. The present moment was as different from that as day from night.
Now, the coach positioned his blunt prick head against the gates of Marti's ass. He had not bothered with lubrication, not even spit. The girl knew what he had in mind. He wanted to hurt her as much as he could. She tried to focus once more on relaxing her muscles, but that was difficult with the fat principal sawing in and out of her aching cunt.
Fields flexed his trim buttocks and pushed forward, forcing his blunt cockhead through the tiny opening. Marti had never before experienced anything like it. The pain was enormous. Even losing her cherry to the man had been nothing like this. She felt as though she might black out from the pain. It seared through her guts. Tears came to her eyes and ran down her cheeks. There was nothing she could do. Her ears rang and her guts spasmed beyond all control. The coach was killing her. She was sure of it.
"I'm gonna blast you wide open, you hear? I'm going to rip your Goddamn ass to pieces and then I'm gonna burn your guts out with a load of boiling hot cum, and there's not a fucking thing you can do but hang there and take it."
He grabbed her roughly by the hips, bent his legs to improve his entry angle, and shoved hard, burying half his cock inside the girl's slim body.
It was as if a hot poker were being thrust into her. Marti shook and sobbed, fearful that what Fields had yelled in her ear was really true. She had no idea what the thick ten inch rod might do to her rectal channel. All she knew for certain was that she had never before experienced mind rending pain such as she was knowing now. Every cell in her young body screamed out with it. Marti bit into the gag, trying to take her mind off the fires raging in the lower part of her body.
Neil Warren puffed and wheezed, as he pumped his prick in and out of the hairless cunt. He bent his face to Marti's soft tits and opened his mouth over one of them, sucking as much of the satiny flesh into his mouth as he could manage without choking. He bit down on it, grinding sharp teeth into Marti's tender skin.
At the same moment, the coach reached around her and grabbed the other boob. Taking it firmly in his hand, he twisted, pulling it out from the girl's chest. For a crazy moment, Marti was afraid he was going to rip it right off. Had he done so, it could hardly have hurt more severely. Again, Marti was in danger of blacking out. There was stabbing pain everywhere. Her body was wracked with it. Fields had plugged his long prick all the way into her shit hole. She could feel the flaring tip of it far up inside her. She wondered if he might not keep pushing it in until it came all the way out her mouth.
The principal kept rubbing in and out of her box, making her raw with his frantic movement. He continued to bite and suck on her tit until she thought she would go mad. The coach let go of her other breast and dug his fingers into her scalp. Roughly, he pushed her head forward and dropped his face to the back of her neck. He sunk his teeth into the soft flesh, a torn cat mounting a female.
Their three bodies were drenched with sweat. The air around them was redolent with the odor of their dripping bodies. Marti had lost the circulation in her arms and legs by now, and the tight ropes bit into her ankles and wrists. She prayed for the two wild men attacking her to reach their climax. Then maybe they would leave her alone.
All Marti wanted to do was go off into a dark corner somewhere and lick her wounds. For now, though, she had no choice but to hang there between the parallel bars, while the coach and school principal battered her insides with their hard poles.
Suddenly, she felt the coach go rigid behind her. He gave one more push, sending his swollen prick in further than before. Then, with a scream, he began to unload. He grabbed Marti by the hips once more, holding her tightly with his dong as far up inside her bowel as it would go. She felt his hot gism start pouring into her. He was coming in one long stream, continuously pumping the cum out of his balls and into her body.
Neil Warren threw back his head and gasped. Marti felt him drop his pitiful load into her, his body shaking all over as if he were having a seizure. He moaned and grunted, still rasping his short, miserable prick in and out of the teenager. Marti felt as though her cunt must be bleeding, Warren had irritated it so with his constant clumsy ripping in and out of her.
Marti bit down hard on the gag, enduring, forcing herself to get along, to hold out. The ordeal was nearly over. She wondered what the men would do, now that they had each filled her with their white slime.
The principal slouched away from her, staggering backward. His feet caught in his discarded pants, and he fell, landing on his fat ass. The smack of his flesh against the hard floor reverberated through the gym.
"Are you all right?" the coach asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay," growled the principal, grunting as he got back to his feet.
He looked like nothing more than a chubby, naked Christmas angel, a fugitive from some medieval painting. Had she not had the tight gag in her mouth, she would be laughing out loud at the sight of him.
Gerald Fields' prick was still buried up
Marti's aching butt. As far as she could tell, he was still as hard as he had been before he shot his hot load.
"Come on, Fields, what are you waiting for? Didn't you come?" asked the principal peevishly.
"Of course I came. It just feels so fucking tight and good, that I want to cream again."
"Well, there's not time. My wife will be waiting dinner for me. I can't have that. She gets so mad."
"All right, all right, if that's the way you want it."
Fields jerked his prick out of Marti's bung hole as roughly as he had gone in. The girl winced with new pain as her stretched muscles snapped together. Even though the cock up her buns had given her pain like she had never felt before, she felt empty now that it was gone.
The coach strode around to where she could see him. "Look what you did to me, Slut," he rumbled, pointing to his prick.
It was shining and wet from his cum. Besides that, it was liberally streaked with brown bits of Marti's shit.
"I ought to make you clean this off with your tongue, you rotten whore."
"There's not time, Fields. Come on now. I have to get home to my wife," Warren said, his voice agitated.
"All right, but I got something to say to Miss Whoreass here. Look, Bitch, if you ever tell this to anybody, breathe one word to them about what happened here today, your ass is dead. I'll hunt you down and fuck your ass until I rip it right out of you. Another thing. Don't get any smart ideas about telling because who the fuck's going to take your word against the principal's. Nobody would ever believe Neil Warren would stick his prick into a student. So just forget about tattling. Remember what happened to you for telling on me before. You'll get a hell of a lot worse if you try it again."
The coach grabbed up Marti's pantyhose from the floor and wiped his shit streaked cock with them. Throwing them back to the floor, he gathered up his own clothes and put them on. By now, the principal was fully dressed. The two of them stood looking at the girl.
"What do we do with her?" the principal asked, acting as if he had not given it a thought.
"I wish we could just leave the fucking whore hanging here, but that won't work. Untie the ropes, and let's get out of here."
Fields and the principal loosened the ropes holding Marti's feet and hands. She fell into a heap between the parallel bars, unable to stand because the circulation had been cut off to her feet.
"What's the matter with her?" asked Warren, alarmed.
"Her feet have just gone to sleep, that's all. She'll be all right. Come on, you have to get home to your wife, remember? Let's go."
The two men walked out, leaving the miserable Marti to dress and drag her aching body home.
CHAPTER SIX
By the time Marti got home, it was nearly time for dinner. She ran upstairs and into the bathroom. Turning on the bath water, she sank to sit on the rim of the tub. For the first time, the girl realized she was utterly exhausted. She had used up all her reserve energy just getting home after her ordeal. Now there was none left.
"Marti," her mother called up the stairs, "What are you doing? Why do I hear water running? What are you up to now?"
Marti dragged herself to the top of the stairs. "I'm taking a bath, Mother. That's why you hear water running."
"But it's time for supper. Why are you taking a bath now?"
"Because I'm dirty. Why else?"
"Honestly, Marti, sometimes you are so crude. Saying you are dirty is definitely not ladylike."
Marti wondered how ladylike her mother would think she was if she had seen her being raped both front and back only a half hour before.
"I'm sorry, Mother. I'm very tired. It's been a very hard day. Don't wait for me. You and Daddy go ahead and eat. I'm not hungry."
"You're not sick are you? There's a lot of flu going around."
"No, Mother, just tired."
Marti went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She kicked off her shoes and peeled off her soiled pantyhose, throwing them into the half filled bathtub to soak. She finished undressing and lowered herself into the steaming tub. The hot water felt good lapping around her raw, aching cunt and throbbing ass. She could scarcely believe what she had just experienced. No one else would either. That was just the trouble. What Gerald Fields had threatened about revenge if she told on him and the principal did not bother Marti in the least. She knew that if she did tell on them and someone in authority believed her, Gerald would never dare touch her. But who would believe her story about a double rape? They might think it of Fields. He obviously had been in trouble in Pardiville. But the principal was beyond suspicion. Neil Warren was a pillar of the church, a devoted family man and, supposedly, the epitome of virtue. No one would believe a thirteen year old girl's story about how the fat man had, with all that puffing and sweating, rammed his cock into her helpless body.
Nevertheless, as Marti lay there in the tub, letting the hot water soak the pain out of her, her mind was filled with one idea, revenge. She had to figure out some way to get them, both the principal and the coach. Little by little, a plan began to form.
Marti finished her bath, dried herself, threw on her robe, and went to her room. She flopped down on her bed, moving carefully to avoid unnecessary exertion for her aching body. She felt better, but only rest would bring her back to normal.
There was a tap at her door. "Who is it?" Marti called.
"It's Dad. Can I come in?"
Her father entered the room. He came over and sat down on the foot of the bed and asked, "You feeling sick, Honey?"
"No, Daddy, not really. I'm just tired, very tired."
"Oh, I see. Well, I was just a little worried about you, that's all."
There was a strange glow in Cliff Stevens' eyes, and Marti noticed him gazing intently at the half open front of her robe. Her mind was suddenly filled with the memory of the day she had spied on her father. She recalled how big and stiff his prick had been as he lay on his bed jerking it wildly. Marti raised one knee, letting the robe fall to reveal most of her white thigh. Her father's attention was riveted to her white flesh.
"Did you want something, Daddy?" Marti whispered, her voice almost inaudible.
"Huh? What?"
"I was just asking if you wanted anything, Daddy." She let her fingers fall to her upper leg and traced them lightly upward.
"No, nothing. I just wanted to see if you were okay."
"Daddy, I was wondering about something."
"What's that?" the man said, tearing his eyes away from the ascending hand.
"It's spring. Could we go mushrooming again, like we did last year?"
"Sure, sure, Marti, if you'd like to." Cliff Stevens crossed his legs.
"Oh, yes, I'd like it very much. Could we go soon, maybe Saturday?"
"Sure, but isn't that when the team goes to the state gymnastics tournament? I kind of wanted to stay home and listen to it on the radio."
"That's not this weekend. It's next Saturday."
"Oh, sure, I just got mixed up I guess. This Saturday will be great."
"And Daddy, could we ask that friend of yours, Max Acaly? He found so many when he went with us last year. He seems to know all the best places to find mushrooms."
"Yes," her father chuckled, "I kind of forgot that. Sure, I'll ask him to go with us. He's pretty busy though, you know. Always seems to be involved in some community work or other."
"Is he still on the school board?"
"Yes, and that keeps him plenty occupied. I wouldn't be surprised if he's too busy to join us."
"I'll be disappointed if he can't, Daddy. Now if you don't mind, I'm very sleepy."
The next morning, Marti went looking for Peg as soon as she got to school. She found her at her locker, flirting with Jim Hale and some of the other boys.
"Hey, Marti," Jim said, "How about Saturday night?"
"I don't know yet. I'll let you know," Marti answered breezily.
As soon as the boys had left, Peg turned on Marti, nearly screaming.
"What's the matter with you? Jim Hale is one of the most popular boys in school."
"So what? I'm just not sure I'm free on Saturday, that's all. Speaking of Saturday, is your date still on with you-know-who?"
"Shhh," Peg cautioned, looking both directions to be sure no one was listening, "Don't even talk about it. I should never of told you, never at all. He made me promise faithfully, faithfully not to tell anyone in the whole world about it."
"Cut the crap, Peg. Is it on or off?"
"On, of course, and don't talk to me that way. You've been awfully nasty to me lately. I'm still mad at you for the way you hung up the phone on me the other night. I shouldn't even be talking to you."
"I'm sorry, Peg, really I am. I give you my word it's just that I've been over tired lately. Last night I went right to bed without any supper, I was so tired. Please forgive me."
"okay, sure. We're best friends, aren't we."
"Where are you going on your date with, you know, him?"
"I don't know. Where does one go in the afternoon, especially when they don't want to be, well, seen?" Peg said, whispering the last words.
"That's a problem, all right. I know where I'd go, though."
"Where?"
"The clearing. The one on the edge of town where we used to go for picnics. It's really secluded. Hardly anybody knows where it is."
"Marti," Peg squealed, "You're an absolute genius. Of course, of course, that's it."
On Saturday, Marti woke up around ten. Lying in bed, watching the spring leaves outside her window, she felt better than she had for a long time. The prospect of revenge filled her mind. Of course, there was always the possibility that Peg and the coach would not end up at the clearing, but she was willing to bet they would. After all. she had taken Gerald Fields there herself, and once she had suggested it to Peg as well, the girl seemed to have her mind set on staging her sexual rendezvous with the coach at that secluded spot.
Now all Marti had to do was maneuver her father and Max Acaly, the school board member, there to pick mushrooms. She was sure the coach would be discharged on the spot or, at the very least, fired at an emergency meeting of the school board. As for Neil Warren, Marti would have to make no move whatsoever. With the gymnastics coach being fired one week before the state tournament, the team would fall apart. Once the trophy was lost, so was the principal's job. One more losing team and the gossip attendant upon the coach's discharge would take care of Warren in short order. All the time, Marti could stand around and watch, pretending not even to be involved. Even Peg would get hurt. She had it coming, as far as Marti was concerned. The little bitch, this would teach her not to lord her age and experience over Marti ever again.
She and her father were supposed to pick up Max Acaly at one. Peg had said that Fields was meeting her at two. The two of them would probably be at the clearing by two-thirty. Marti would have to arrange things so she and the two older men got there at about three. That way, Peg and the coach would be stripped and well into it by the time they were discovered. It seemed simple enough. Marti would just let Acaly take them to his favorite mushroom hunting spots first and then suggest that they go to the clearing at a little before three. If they did not want to go, she would insist, telling them that she had seen thousands of mushrooms in the clearing only a few days before. If the men were greeted at the clearing with what Marti hoped would be there, they would never notice whether there were any mushrooms or not, unless some were growing out of Gerald Fields' asshole.
Marti and her father had a quick lunch, liberally spiced with a hundred warnings from Mrs. Stevens about how they must not get lost in the woods. They picked up Max Acaly right on time and took off for a hillside where he claimed there were always plenty of mushrooms. Someone had been there ahead of them. There were few mushrooms, and what there were, were small. After they had combed three different locations and consumed nearly two hours, Marti suggested the clearing, telling the men her story about seeing more mushrooms there than she could begin to count. To her relief, they agreed to go there without so much as a word of disagreement.
"Hmmm," said Cliff Stevens as they drove the bumpy dirt road toward the clearing, "There's a car parked there. You don't suppose somebody's gotten here ahead of us too, do you?"
"If there's half as many mushrooms here as Marti claims, there should be plenty to go around," Acaly replied.
They parked the car and jumped out, sacks in hand. Marti led the men through the woods. She could scarcely breathe, she was so excited. In minutes now, Gerald Fields' world and his career would crash down around his head, and only he and she would know why it had happened. Revenge was sweet, Marti thought as she tramped through the underbrush, especially when it was sort of secret, a sad little shared intimacy between the avenger and the victim. She could hardly wait to see the look on the coach's handsome face when they stumbled upon him with Peg. What a joke it would be and how perfect. Marti also wished she could see the expression on Neil Warren's face when he heard the news. She wondered whether or not he would suspect the part she was playing in his downfall. Then there was Peg, dear, rotten Peg. What would all this do to her? Marti did not care. Peg was just a tool which she had chosen to use. What happened to her and her already sullied reputation was of little concern to Marti. Whatever happened, Marti hoped it would be as unpleasant as possible.
"Oh!" Marti exclaimed, falling to the ground, "I've turned my ankle."
Her father and Max Acaly rushed to her. "Are you hurt, Honey?" her father asked.
"It's nothing, nothing at all. I just tripped over a root or something. I'll be fine."
Mr. Stevens took his daughter's foot tenderly in his hand. He squeezed the soft flesh and rotated the foot, checking for a break. Slowly, his hand moved up to the back of Marti's calf. She liked the way it tickled against her smooth skin.
"Nothing broken," her father said.
"No, I'm sure I'm all right. But I guess you better lead the way and let me tag along behind. The clearing is just up ahead."
"You sure you'll be okay? You can lean on me if you want to."
"No, I'm fine. I just want to be a little bit careful. Let's go."
Marti got to her feet, pretending to favor her supposedly injured leg. She had achieved exactly what she had hoped she would. Now her father and Max Acaly were going to come upon Peg and the coach first, removing any hint that Marti might have led them to the clearing.
They moved on through the brush, Cliff Stevens leading the way. As they broke through into the clearing, Marti's father and Max Acaly stopped cold. There was the coach, his trim hairy ass high in the air, right in the middle of his fuck with Peg. The girl's long, shapely legs were flailing in the air on either side of the man's heaving body.
"Christ, I'm commmmming, Christ, Gerry, I'm there right now. Fuck me, fuck me hard, harder!" Peg screamed.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, me too. I'm fucking you Baby, filling you right up to the brim with my hot jazz. Take it, Peg. Take it all."
The two people writhed around on the grass, grunting and moaning, the coach hurling his boiling load of cum into Peg's sucking cunt. The men stood speechless, frozen to the ground.
Marti was glad she was a little behind them. Otherwise, they would have spotted her poorly concealed grin of triumph.
"What the hell is going on here?" Acaly asked.
"I should think that would be obvious," Cliff Stevens said.
The coach snapped his head up to look at them. "Oh, no," he moaned. He turned to Peg, who was still screaming out her multiple orgasm, "I thought you said this place was deserted, that no one would find us."
"Yes, yes," the girl moaned. "Don't talk now. Just fuck me."
Instead, the man pulled his prick out of the teenager's cunt, ripping it from her with no regard for her burgeoning lust.
"What are you doing? What the hell is going on? Don't pull out, don't, please don't," Peg sobbed, throwing her head from side to side, her voice begging.
"We're not alone, you fool!"
"What? What are you talking about?" the girl stammered.
"Look."
An expression of shock passed over Peg's face, as she saw the three people standing over them.
The coach knelt broken on the ground. "Christ," he moaned, "Of all the shit fucking luck. I'm through, I'm through. That's it. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?"
"Not necessarily," Peg said sweetly, smoothing her skirt down over her gaping cunt.
"What? What the hell are you talking about?"
"I mean you're not necessarily through. Isn't that right, Mr. Acaly?" She smiled up at the school board member.
"I don't know, that is, well, I mean just . . . "
Marti looked at Acaly. He was blushing so red he looked like a fresh tomato.
"Max wouldn't say anything about this little picnic to the other members of the board for anything in the world, would you, Max?" Peg asked, using the little girl voice Marti hated.
"Uh, no, I mean, I guess I wouldn't," the man replied, glancing nervously at Marti and her father.
Marti was caught, completely off guard. What the hell was going on? Why was Max Acaly so obviously upset? Suddenly, the scene was not going according to her plans. It should be so simple. Acaly, as a member of the local school board, should be outraged and screaming, telling Gerald Fields he was fired. Instead, the man seemed only confused and embarrassed.
"What the hell is going on here?" Fields asked, obviously as surprised as Marti at Acaly's reaction.
"Shall I tell them, Max, or will you?" Peg purred.
"Ah, well, that is, I . . . "
"Poor Baby! You don't need to be nearly so upset as this. You're among friends. To set your mind at ease, Gerry, Mr. Acaly and I have been meeting on the sly for six or eight months now. Haven't we, Max?"
Acaly shook his head dumbly.
"Yes, that's right," Peg giggled. "It all came about one night when I was babysitting at the Acalys' house, and Max came home before his wife did. We found out right then that we had a lot to offer one another. Didn't we, Max?"
"I guess so," the man replied in a strangled voice.
"Why, Max, you sound so unhappy. Surely you didn't think I was going to be faithful only to you, the way they say in the wedding ceremony, did you ? A girl my age has to get around when she can you know. Nobody has any ties on me."
Marti felt faint. The shock of the last few moments was almost more than she could stand. The fact that Peg, the biggest mouth in school, had been carrying on with Acaly and had not let it slip was beyond belief. Marti began to see that she had made the mistake of underestimating the older girl. But there was still her father. If Acaly had come upon Peg and the coach alone, the two of them would have been home free. As it was, there were two more witnesses, Marti and her father.
"Peg," she blurted, "Are you crazy or what?"
"Why, whatever do you mean, Dear?" Peg asked, smiling up at her from the ground.
"How can you expect to get away with this, with Daddy and me here?"
Peg threw back her head and laughed. "What about that, Cliff? Are you going to tell anybody about today?"
"No," said Marti's father, looking at his shoes, "I don't guess I am."
"No, I don't guess you are either, and I bet you can keep your smart-ass daughter here quiet too."
"What are you talking about?" Marti stammered.
"You know," Peg said, "I'd almost feel sorry for you, if I was too dumb to figure out that you set this whole thing up to catch me, to say nothing of Gerry."
"What do you mean? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Ha! Listen to little Miss Innocent. It was you that suggested Gerry and I come to the clearing. Now, you show up here, and with a member of the school board too. What a setup! It's just too bad for you it didn't work."
"Aren't you being a little too hard on Marti, Peg?" Cliff Stevens asked.
"Peg? What do you mean, Peg? You don't even know her, Daddy. I never brought her over to the house."
Peg roared with laughter. "Poor little Miss Innocent. Do you really think that in a town this size your father and I couldn't have met without your introducing us? We know each other very, very well, don't we, Cliff Honey?"
"Yes, I guess we do," Marti's father mumbled.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marti did not leave her bed for close to a week. While her mother buzzed around, fussing about how sick her daughter was and how she had to wait on her, Marti moped in her room, too embarrassed to go further than the bathroom, let alone to school.
Her father gave her a wide berth, apparently too upset over her finding out about his secret relationship with Peg to face her.
Marti lay there looking up at the cracks in the ceiling. All she could think about was how badly she had blown things. It had all seemed so simple, so logical. How could she know that Peg had been carrying on not only with Max Acaly but with her father as well. Even now, it was almost too much to believe. But it was the truth. There was no denying that.
What was she to do now? Marti felt much too humiliated to face going back to school, and yet, she knew that that was exactly what she was going to have to do. She could not simply lie in bed for the rest of her life. It was a shame her family was not Catholic. If they were, she could run off to a convent. But then what would she do for fucking? She supposed nuns must manage it some way, but it must be a real drag, nevertheless.
On Saturday, Marti heard her parents bickering downstairs, this time louder than usual.
"Well, if you insist on sitting here all this afternoon, listening to some silly tumbling contest, I just don't know what to say."
"It's not some silly tumbling contest, it's the state tournament. Besides that, this is the first time the local team has made it that far. I think you'd be as proud as I am."
"Well I'm not. I don't care at all. I'm warning you, Cliff, if you insist on listening to that thing all afternoon, I'm leaving."
"That's the best news I've had in a long time."
"Very well, then, I'm going. If you want me, I'll be back at six or so." The woman slammed out of the house, as usual in these situations fleeing to her mother's house on the other side of town to spend the afternoon complaining to her about what a brute Cliff Stevens was.
Shortly after Mrs. Stevens had left, Marti heard her father come up the stairs. There was a knock at her door.
"Marti, Marti, are you awake?"
"Yes, Daddy, come in." I
Her father peeked into the room. "I just thought I'd come up and ask if you wanted to listen to the state tournament."
"No."
"Oh, I see. Well, just thought I'd ask. I mean, it is your school and everything."
"It's a long story, Daddy, but I don't want to hear anything about the state tournament."
"Does it have to do with Coach Fields?"
"Yes, in a way."
Cliff Stevens came over and sat down on the foot of the bed.
"Marti, are you angry with me because of what you found out about Peg Forts and me?"
"In a way, I guess I am," she said, avoiding looking at her father.
"I'm sorry if you are. You see, sometimes after a couple has been married a few years, one of them finds that his needs are different from . . . "
"Daddy, I know all that. Don't you think I hear you and Mother fighting all the time?"
"Yes, I suppose you do."
"It's not your having sex with someone other than Mother that I'm angry about."
"What then, Baby?"
"It's that you went to Peg, that's what," Marti blurted. "You went to her. What makes her so much better than me?"
"You? But you're my daughter."
"So what? I'm just as good as Peg, better. I haven't been used as much, and that should mean something."
"But, Marti . . . "
"But nothing," Marti interrupted. "I've seen the way you look at me. I can tell what you're thinking. Well, I feel the same way."
"You do? But you're so young, Marti. How can you . . . "
"I'm old enough, and it's time you realized it. This may surprise you, but your little girl's no virgin."
Marti grabbed the bed covers and threw them back. She was nude. Cliff Stevens caught his breath, overwhelmed by the sensual beauty of his daughter's naked body. Marti opened her legs, reached down, and ran her fingers up and down over her creamy inner thighs.
Cliff's eyes were riveted to the tight, hairless cunt. His cock was at full erection as soon as he saw it. His tented slacks made his interest and excitement more than obvious. Marti reached over and, without hesitation, closed her hand around the stiff shaft.
"What about it, Daddy? Do you want to find out for yourself whether or not you like me as well as you do Peg?" She gave the hard prick a firm squeeze.
Her father did not reply. He simply stood up and loosened his belt. Marti watched with lust filled eyes. She recalled the day she had stood in the hall spying on her father as he masturbated in the bedroom. In a moment, she would be looking at his naked body once again, this time under much more agreeable circumstances. Soon it would be hers.
"Take everything off. I want you naked, completely naked," she ordered, her voice tight with passion.
The older man unzipped his pants and let them fall. He kicked off his shoes and removed his socks, letting them lie in a pile with his slacks. He peeled off his sweater and stood before his daughter in his cotton briefs. They could scarcely contain his burgeoning hard on.
"Take those things off," Marti said, "And let it get a little air. I want to look at your prick, Daddy. I want to really look it over good. Would you like that? Would you like to show it to me?"
"Yeah, Marti. I would," Cliff mumbled.
"Then do it, Daddy, right now!"
Cliff Stevens hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and yanked them down. His hard prick snapped free to slap against his belly. The big balls swung free. The man kicked off the cotton shorts and moved over to sit on the edge of the bed.
Taking his hand, Marti guided it directly to her smooth cunt flesh, pressing it against herself, inviting complete exploration. As if in a trance, Cliff began moving his trembling fingers over his daughter's lithe body, sliding them along her moist crack.
"Christ," he muttered, "That's nice, so nice."
"And it's all yours, Daddy, all of it. I've been waiting for this to happen for such a long time."
Marti reached over and found her father's throbbing prick. Her fingers caressed the uncircumcised tip and ran along the satiny stalk. The girl's mouth was already watering. She wanted the thing in her mouth, to probe her pointed tongue beneath the foreskin and taste the earthiness of manhood. Marti's whole body thrilled to the stiffness of her father's penis. She was going to have him stuck into her and soon. For now, though, she wanted to concentrate on getting him as excited as she possibly could. This was going to be a screwing that he would remember. It was going to be the first of many. Cliff would think about it all the time, and come back begging his daughter for more every chance he got. That was the way Marti wanted it, and that was the way she was going to have it.
"Daddy, lie down beside me and let's kiss," Marti whispered.
Even as she said it, she knew it sounded corny. Suggesting kissing when the two of them were already probing at one another's sex seemed almost comic. Nevertheless, her father followed her request. He stretched his handsome, mature body next to hers on the narrow bed. Their lips met, and they shot wet tongues into each others mouths, dueling frantically as their hands continued to roam across their hot flesh.
After only a moment or two, Cliff shifted his weight onto Marti's body, covering her and crushing her beneath the heavy blanket of his flesh. They squirmed against one another, glorying in the sensation of hot contact. Her father's wiry chest hair scrubbed and tickled against Marti's heaving breasts, driving her nearly mad with passion.
"Oh, Daddy," she whispered, blowing her hot breath in his ear. "I want you so bad. Fuck me, Daddy, please. I want your big, hard cock between my legs and in my cunt."
"Not yet, Baby. Not yet. I got other things to do first."
Cliff kissed his way down her neck. As he did, Marti kissed his nose and planted her lips on his soft eyelids. Running her tongue over them, she could feel them flutter with excitement.
Her father reached her satiny breasts. He ran his lips over them, tantalizing the girl nearly to madness. She could tell he was tasting and eating the flavor of her young body.
"Oh yeah," she moaned, "Lick my tits. Eat my boobs, Daddy. Eat them up. They're your little titties. Take them. Stuff them in your hot mouth, Daddy. Yes!"
Opening his mouth wide, Cliff closed it over Marti's sensitive nipple. Slowly and deliberately, he ran his wet tongue over the satiny flesh, feeling the small rosebud become hard and erect under his probing.
"Christ," he moaned, "You taste so good, so fucking good."
"Go on, taste some more, take a good bite. Make me hurt, Daddy."
The man bit down on the nipple, grinding his teeth against it and making his daughter yelp with pain and pleasure. Marti's cunt was juicing over now, crying out to be filled with hot cockflesh and with gallons of boiling gism.
"Ahhhh, yeah. That feels so good, Daddy. Now the other one. Eat the other one." She arched her chest high, offering her small breasts to the man as though she had prepared them as his special banquet.
Cliff moved over to the other tit, closing his mouth over it as he had done to the first. Pinching the nipple of the neglected boob between his fingers, he bit down on the second, laving the tip of it wildly with his educated tongue. Marti's chest was on fire, and the blaze was spreading to the rest of her body. Her father was wonderful, a real sexual athlete and sensual expert. How could her mother be finished with him, how ? How could she turn off to this beautiful, sensuous man ? She should be laying with him continually instead of berating and complaining about her life with him. There were no complaints from Marti. She found herself wishing her mother would never come back, that she and her father could lie there on her bed making passionate love forever.
"Do you want to fuck me, Daddy? Do you want to shove your big cock in my cunt? You can. I'm ready for you. I want it. Daddy. Will you do it?"
"Sure, Baby, of course. There's nothing in the world I want to do more than screw you."
"You can have my ass too, Daddy. Would you like to shove it in my tight little asshole?"
"Have you done that before?" her father asked in surprise.
"Sure. The coach took care of that for me. I love it."
"Do you? That's wonderful. I bet your little shit hole's nice and tight and hot, Baby."
"Yeah, Daddy, yeah. Does Mama ever let you fuck her ass?"
"No, never. She never has."
"Poor Daddy," Marti sighed, stroking Cliff's hair as he dived again to eat her erect nipples.
The man moved downward, kissing and licking his way across the teenager's rib cage, running his tongue along each indentation in the silken skin. He was tuning his daughter's body for sex as clearly as if it had been a fine violin, and he a superb musician.
"Daddy, I'm so fucking hot I can't stand it. Let me suck your cock, Daddy. That's what I want to do. I'll die if I can't blow it just a little."
"okay, but be careful. I'm hotter than hell. Go easy or I'll come."
"If you do, it's alright. I love eating cum, and I want to taste yours. I want that very much."
"Not this first time, Baby, not now. This time I want to fire my load up your tight little cunt. Later you can drink all of my jazz you want. This time just suck on it a little bit, okay?"
Cliff shifted his position, planting one knee on either side of his daughter's head. His own head hovered inches above her wet, gaping cunt. His mouth watered at the sight of it. He could not wait to taste the flavor of the girl's fresh juices, offered up for him so freely and in such quantity.
Marti reached up and ran her fingers over her father's big balls, feeling them in their fuzzy puckered sac. They hung above her like ripe fruit waiting to be eaten. She lifted them and looked at their smooth underside. Her tongue itched to feel the satiny texture of that vulnerable, usually hidden spot.
Cliff bent forward, bringing his nose down to sniff Marti's running cunt. It was good. His nostrils were filled with the exciting, musk-like odor of it. He could imagine how it was going to taste. He deliberately kept himself away from the banquet, letting his face hang scarcely an inch above the temptation, enjoying the sensations of anticipation to the fullest.
"Eat it, Daddy. Eat me out good," Marti hissed from between his legs.
As she said it, the girl lifted her head and ran her tongue over the swinging balls, savoring the sweaty flavor she found clinging to their surface. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked one of the huge eggs into it, washing it carefully and completely with her eager tongue. Her father moaned with excitement.
She could feel the powerful underside of his long prick resting against her chin.
Unable to resist further, Cliff dropped his handsome face into his daughter's crotch. Marti grunted as she felt the long tongue snake up and down the length of her sensitive crack. Her whole body quivered at the sensation of it as it licked over her most sensitive places, seeking out hidden spots which even she had not explored before.
Even though her mouth seemed completely full with her father's testicle, she reached up and stuffed the second one in beside it. Marti experienced the thrill of real power as she held her father's big nuts in her oral cavity. She imagined she could feel the tiny army of sperm wiggling around inside them, primed and waiting to heave itself into her sucking guts.
Cliff's cock was leaking pre-cum at a rapid rate, and a syrupy streamer of it drooled down onto Marti's breasts. The man now dug his tongue deeply into the girl's quivering twat, as the man licked up the funky fluids and tasted greedily of his daughter's natural sweetness. He could tell by the way the girl's hips were heaving and squirming and by the way she was groaning, even as she ate his big balls, that he would have to fuck her soon or she would climax before he even got into her. He wondered to himself why it had taken him so long to get this far with his daughter. He had certainly thought about it enough. He had just never realized that Marti was dreaming of it as well. Cliff lifted his head for a moment.
"Are you ready now, Marti? Are you ready to have me fuck you? Tell me if you're ready now and I'll ram my big meat into you."
"Oh yes, yes, Daddy. I'm ready. Fuck me. Daddy or I'm going to come all over your face."
Without waiting another second, Cliff turned around to crouch over his daughter, looking down into her passion crazed eyes. The girl reached up and pulled him down to her, kissing him deeply and tasting the flavor of her own cunt on his lips.
"Fuck me. Fuck the shit out of me right now," she begged.
Cliff Stevens crouched between his teenage daughter's legs. He caught his long aching prick in his fingers and aimed it at her gaping twat. Slowly, he ran it over the length of the crack, just as he had done a few minutes earlier with his wet tongue. He teased both the girl and himself with his blunt, thick tool.
"Please, please let me have it now," Marti moaned.
"Beg for it, Babe. Beg for it."
"I am, Daddy. I am begging. Oh, I've waited and hoped for so long. I've dreamed about you creaming inside my body. Daddy. Do it. Do it now."
Cliff thrust into her. Marti gave a yelp of pain and surprise at the urgency of the entrance. Her cunt lips hugged around her father's hard prick, hugging and caressing it tightly, just as her mouth had done with his stallion balls.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked. "I don't want to hurt you."
Marti shook her head. "No, no. Keep on. Keep on until I have it all. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me good. I want fucking. I want it more than anything."
The man pushed inward, and Marti gasped as she felt the blunt head of his prick plumbing the depths of her. The walls of her channel parted, accepting and hugging her father's throbbing pole. Marti thrilled at the powerful urgency with which Cliff approached her. Sweat beaded on his forehead and ran down his nose. His face was now a mask of enflamed passion. She could scarcely recognize her father. He had turned into a crazy, lust filled animal, intent on utterly dominating the young female, overwhelming her tender body with his own, ripping at her heaving guts with his stiff, stabbing male organ.
Marti threw her head from side to side. She screamed with excited pleasure. "Fuck me, oh, yeah, fuck me bad. Make it feel real. Hard and good, yeah, hard and heavy. Fuck me, fuck me, Daddy. Faster. Harder. Make it good."
The saliva drooled from her lips and down the side of her face. Her mind was spinning in a vortex of sexual pleasure. She was being mounted by a frantic animal. Rivers of sweat poured off Cliff's face and onto her body. Their bodies were both superheated, sliding against each other on a blanket of perspiration. The room was filled with the musky sweet smell of the two people as they strove and fought with one another, swimming through a sea of lust toward one goal, sexual climax.
"Oh, Christ, Baby, you do it for me. Oh, you're holding my prick so tight in there, it feels like it's going to explode. You're making me come, Honey, you're pulling the fuck right out of me. Eat my cock with your hot little cunt. Yeah, that's it. That's the way."
Marti felt as if she were about to spill over. Her entire body was a cup filled with passion. Her father was tipping it over, and her being would spill out over him and the bed and the room. She would never be the same again. Cliff was going to take a part of his daughter with him that he had hardly suspected was there before this hour.
Marti lifted her legs high in the air. Cliff ran his hands behind her back and pulled her up. The girl straddled his kneeling body, driving his cock further into her than before. They both moaned, united completely. Marti clamped her hands on Cliff's broad shoulders and raised and lowered her body frantically, scraping her cuntlips up and down the length of his grossly swollen shaft.
"Oh, Yeah, Yeah, Girl. That's the way. That's doing it. You're going to milk the shit right out of me!"
"That's what I want. I want to feel your cum way up inside me. I want to take it all and hold it there inside me. I want it to be there when Mama comes home, our secret that she'll never even guess about."
Marti rotated her body, forcing Cliff's stiff cock to spread her cunt further and spear into her, digging at her sensitive flesh even more savagely. She was possessed.
"Christ, you're going to kill me. You're going to drain the guts right out of me," Cliff moaned.
"Yes, yes. That's what I want. That's what I'm going to have."
"Then take it. Take all of me forever."
With a scream, Cliff Stevens started spurt-ting cum into his daughter's body. The girl was completely open to him, her legs spread wide apart on either side of him.
As she felt the hot jazz gush into her, Marti climaxed, her body shaking with the greatest come of her young life. Nothing, not even the coach's ten inches of spearing meat, had done for her what her own father's cock was doing at this very moment. Marti's brain spun completely out of control. She moaned and cried out, a helpless victim of her own passion. "Jesus, Jesus, so good. So good," she moaned.
Marti's twat gushed juice, mixing freely with that of her father. Their combined syrup ran down over his balls and smeared his muscular thighs. The girl kept rocking back and forth, spearing herself again and again and as deeply as possible with her father's pulsing cock.
After a long time, the two of them ceased coming.
"Christ, Marti, Baby, that was the hardest come I ever had."
"Did you like it, Daddy ? " the girl asked, her head lolling on her father's broad shoulder.
"Like it? That's not the word. Pull off me now. I want to eat your cunt again."
"But it's all wet and gooky."
"I know. Come on and let me lick it."
Marti eased herself off her father's softening cock, pulling away reluctantly, moaning softly to herself at the feeling of loss. She glanced down at her cunt. It was soaked with her father's cum and her own hot juices. Marti laid on her back, her legs spread on either side of Cliff's body.
Picking up the girl's knees, Cliff threw her legs over his shoulders and then pulled upward until only Marti's head and shoulders remained on the mattress. Without hesitation, he buried his face in her crotch, sucking at her cunt with an open mouth. He wiped his face over her flesh, covering it with the combined remains of their passion. Marti groaned, her body still super sensitive from the fucking he had given her.
"Oh, God, Daddy, I can't stand it. Oh, yeah, eat it. Eat it all up. Suck all your cum out of me!" she shouted, her voice cracking as the passion rebuilt itself inside her ready body.
Cliff lapped the liquid greedily, determined that not one ounce of it would escape his questing tongue. As he dug his tongue into his daughter's crack, his nose nudged gently at her clitoris, inflaming the little sex bud anew.
"Oh, yeah, diddle me. Start me all over again. I want to come some more."
The man reached up and caught the swollen clit between his fingers. He pinched and rolled it between them. Marti gave out tiny gasps of mounting excitement. All the while he toyed with her, her father kept licking and eating out her cunt. The ocean of passion was rising again within the girl's body, faster than even she had dreamed possible. At the rate she was going, with her father playing with her clit and sucking her dry, she knew she was about to climax all over again.
She reached beneath her and grasped her father's half hard cock, pulling and coaxing it back to full hardness once more.
"Do you want to come again. Daddy? Can you give another load right away?"
"Yes, oh Baby, yes. You do it to me, Honey. You boil the cum right up in my balls. Let's come together. I want to eat you while I hose my cum all over your back."
Still holding Marti up in the air, Cliff dived once more into her heaving cunt, worrying it with his tongue, pinching and playing with the achingly erect clitoris, Marti began to moan. She teetered on the brink of climax once again. Her hand pounded her father's big meat faster and faster. She could hear the long foreskin slicking back and forth exposing and hiding the shining head. The long shaft pulsed in her hand.
"Now, now, now," she shouted.
Marti's entire body shook with passion as she launched into another series of comes. Cliff lapped at the flooding liquid, grunting loudly as he sucked up more of his daughter's offering.
Marti felt her father's body go suddenly stiff. "Come on, Daddy," she shouted. "Come on and shoot your cum. I want it on me now, Daddy. Give it. Give your milk."
She felt the hot jazz splattering against her smooth back. It ran down the tickling rivers to soak the sheet beneath them. The two of them were frozen there, Cliff's face buried deep in the girl's heaving slit.
"Oh, Daddy, let's do this forever. I love you so much."
Her father looked down at her tenderly. "And I love you," he said. "You're everything a lover should be."
"Daddy, you'll never have to go elsewhere, ever again. I'll give you all the sex you need, I promise."
On Monday, Marti went back to school. The entire place was a scene of celebration. The gymnastics team had come home from the state tournament with victory. Neil Warren, the principal, feeling certain that his job was now safe, came on the loud speaker and gave a long-winded tribute to Coach Fields, citing him as an example to the youth of America and an inspiration to the students, whether male or female. Marti wondered if even the principal realized just how inspiring Fields was, or at least that part of him that hung between his legs. Her cunt twitched, but only because thinking about the coach reminded her of her father. He may not have quite ten inches, but he certainly knew how to use what he did have to the very best advantage.
The principal made special mention of Jim Hale, who had distinguished himself at the state meet, apparently none the worse for having been hung up and blown or for the fact that Marti had never gotten around to going out with him. Well, she thought to herself, she would get around to him again in due time. For the time being, she was going to concentrate on the home front.
At lunchtime, Peg came running up to her in the cafeteria, tray in hand. "Can I eat with you, Marti? Where have you been? You weren't here all last week, and I got so worried."
"You were worried about me? Why?"
"Why don't be silly, Marti. You're my best friend. Of course I worried about you."
Marti could hardly believe her ears. Peg was acting just as though nothing had happened. She was breezing along as usual, talking a mile a minute, just as if everything were as it had always been before Marti knew Peg had been fucking with her father. If that was the way the girl wanted to play it, then she would play along. Sooner or later, she suspected, Marti would find out the girl had an angle which would benefit herself.
"Did you go out with Jim Hale?"
"No, I never got around to it."
"But he's a big hero. You should go out with him."
"Take it from me, Peg. He's just a boy. You know as well as I do that once you've been with a real man, a boy is boring as hell."
"Oh yes, I know," Peg sighed. "Gerry told me all about what you and he did together. It sounded wonderful. Isn't he the greatest lay in the world?"
"Almost," Marti answered, thinking about her father, and about how she and he had arranged that they were going out by themselves to hunt mushrooms tonight after school.
"Gerry suggested that I ask you about something, Marti."
Ah, here was the angle, Marti thought.
"Just to show that there are no hard feelings about the other weekend, he suggested it would be a cool idea if the three of us got together some night. What do you say? Don't you think a three-way would be fun? We could either go out to the clearing or get together on the trampoline. It would be so neat, don't you think?"
"I don't know. Maybe," Marti said, sounding bored.
"You don't know? What do you mean? Just think of all the things we could do together. You could let him eat you while he fucked me, and we could gang up on him and take turns sucking his cock and make him choose which one of us he wanted to have take his load. We could milk his prick till his nuts ached. Wouldn't you like that?"
"Yeah, maybe that would be okay."
"okay? It'd be more than okay. Why, I'm wet and dripping just from thinking about it. That big ten inch prick of Gerry's just drives me right up the wall. I love sucking on it like a baby nursing at a tit, and when he fucks me, wow!"
"Have you taken it up the ass from him?" Marti asked, trying to keep the bitterness out of her tone as she remembered the impossible pain of the double rape.
"No, no I haven't. Have you?" Peg asked with awe.
"Yes, of course I have. Didn't he tell you about that."
"No he didn't."
"I'm surprised. He seemed very proud of himself for doing it."
"What did it feel like, Marti? Tell me. I mean he's so big."
"Oh, Peg it felt wonderful, just wonderful. Ask him and I'm sure you can get him to do it to you. I'm sure you'll just love it when he pokes it into you."
"Oh, I will, I will. If you say it's good, I'm sure I'll just love it."
"You'll never forget it, Peg, I guarantee that."
"But Marti, what about the coach's suggestion? Do you want to get together for a three-way with us?"
"Maybe sometime," Marti said, stifling a yawn. "At the moment I'm very busy with a project I've started at home. I'm sure you understand."
