Curt Aldrich
Bound, whipped and raped schoolgirls
CHAPTER ONE
It was the Fourth of July and the fireworks display at Grant Park was due to start shortly. In the girls' shower room at Memorial High School, the girls' gymnastics team was hurrying to rinse the workout sweat off their young bodies so they could run over to the park and meet with their boyfriends. There would be lots of making out in the bushes of Grant Park tonight as the fireworks exploded overhead. Training rules would be forgotten and abandoned. It was the Fourth of July, after all, a night to let go and celebrate.
Two of the young gymnasts, a petite brunette named Nada, and an equally petite, but slightly more curvaceous blonde named Marilyn – both of them world-class gymnasts with hopes of winning medals in the next Olympics – showered with none of the frantic hurry of the others. They took their time, letting the steaming water slide like oil over their elastic young tits, soaping their armpits and, crotches with leisurely strokes. They were waiting, as they always did, for the showers to clear out, so they could be alone – just the two of them.
Marilyn and Nada were in no hurry to get over to the park, or to give their bodies to smelly, groping boys. If they went to the park at all, it would not be to give their bodies, but to tantalize with their bodies, not to pleasure the boys, but to leave as many boys as they could begging and humiliated, with slapped or clawed faces, with balls blue enough to fall off. They were, after all, the two most desired girls in town, were fast becoming two of the most desired girls in the nation due to the celebrity status they were gaining on network TV, and no Memorial High School cock-face was going to touch their bodies without being put instantly in his place.
"Well, hurry it up!" Marilyn shouted at the other girls. "Do you wanna miss the fireworks?"
All the other girls but Nada jumped as it the fire alarm had just gone off, several of them slipping and sliding out of the showers without bothering to rinse the soap off their pussies.
A few boys tonight will get their dirty mouths washed out with soap, Marilyn mused gleefully. As they well deserve! She and Nada glanced at each other and bath of them smiled. She was sure Nada was having the same thought about boys with soap in their mouths.
The two girls stayed under separate showers, both of them waiting for the infantile jabbering and squeals of the girls in the locker room to gradually lessen and fade away. Their pussies throbbed as they watched each other, each girl admiring the other's tits and voluptuous curves. They both turned to show off their asses and the rosy-pink puckers between the smooth, firm ass-cheeks.
Gorgeous! they both thought, and they could hardly wait to join their bodies under a single shower.
They'd been making out with each other since before either of them had sprouted hair on her pussy, and they still found each other to be the ultimate sexual turn-on. The only thing that turned them on anywhere near as much as each other was the act of teasing men with their bodies. Neither girl had ever given herself sexually to a male, and neither girl had any plans to do so. They had beauty, success, fame – and each other. What more did either of them need? Certainly not men – except for teasing and putting down.
As Nada and Marilyn got hotter and hotter, the pussy-cream oozed from their throbbing teen cunts and trickled down their legs. Nada and Marilyn displayed themselves seductively to each other, each girl got as turned on by her own vampish undulations as much as by the sight of the other's. As they teased each ether in what they thought was complete privacy, they had no idea they were being watched through a one-way mirror by a man they had both come to despise, despite the years of work he'd put in developing them into world-glass gymnasts. That man was Coach Ross Sterling. They despised taking orders from any male.
The muscular coach had pushed his gym trunks and jockstrap down around his knees. He had his uncut cock in his hand, and his nose was all but pressed to the viewing side of the one-way mirror. He was standing in the pitch dark office of the women coaches, having let himself into the office through the usually locked door that joined the adjacent men's office with the women's office. He didn't dare sneak in here often, for fear he'd be caught, but it was the Fourth of July, and it was almost a for certain that he and his girls were the only people in the school this evening.
"Damn, look at em!" he whispered, literally drooling.
His heavy breathing and the flesh-slapping noises of his thick foreskin as he worked it beck and forth over his wet cock-head were the only sounds in the dark office. The locker room outside the office was alive with girlish squeals and giggling, sounds that sent itchy thrills through his cock and asshole. He had a large collection of erotic videotapes at home, but none of them excited him as much as the sight of Nada and Marilyn naked, or the real-life sounds of squealing young girls in a locker room. If it were possible, he'd spend all his days concealed in this office, behind this one-way mirror, beating off as he watched young girls shower.
He was ready to blow his load now, but he had to hold off until he saw Marilyn and Nada go down on each other. Nothing in the world turned him on more than watching Marilyn's blonde head bob between Nada's thighs as Nada's chestnut head bobbed between Marilyn's thighs. The two girls would go at each other like hungry animals, sucking and biting, slurping up and drinking each other's honey-like pussyjuices, tongue-fucking each other until they squirmed and squealed with mutual ecstasy. He'd been watching them eat each other for years, since their junior high days when they'd first started coming to Memorial High for special, advanced coaching.
They were the two most talented gymnasts he'd ever coached, and he'd coached many talented girls. Before coming to Memorial High School six years ago, he'd coached college and national level gymnastics. He'd served as a world gymnastics official. He'd coached several potential world-class girls, but he'd never succeeded in producing an international medal winner, so six years ago he'd thrown in the towel, the pressures and frustrations of coaching at the world-class level too much for him, and he had accepted a much lower-pressure, but well-paying job here at Memorial High. When he'd taken the job, he'd never dreamed that one day he'd be coaching the likes of Nada and Marilyn, who were not only the most talented girls he'd ever coached, but the best-looking and most voluptuous as well.
If I could just get my hands on them! he thought. Just once! The experience would blow his mind, would probably kill him, but what a way to go! All he'd been fantasizing about sexually these last few years was Nada and Marilyn naked, Nada and Marilyn together in bed with him, Nada and Marilyn fucking him.
"Oh Jesus!" He released his cock as a dangerous tremor shot through it, then held his breath, praying he wouldn't go into spasms. He had to save his cum-load for the sight of them sucking each other. Then the pleasure when he came would be that much better.
His cock flexed wildly in the dark, dripping thick drops of cum. When the pulsations eased in it, when it settled back down to a slow throbbing, he grabbed his cock again and stroked it, more slowly this time, more carefully.
The two girls moved under one shower together, pressing their tits together and kissing as the hot water sprayed over their shoulders. Their bellies slid together. They humped, their pussy-mounds – one blonde, one dark – wet and rubbing against each other. They wrapped legs around each other's legs, stroking hot toes up and down each other's smooth legs…
Unfortunately, although the coach could hear the sounds in the locker room outside the front door of the women's office, he couldn't hear the sounds coming from the shower room. The one-way mirror was too thick, too well sealed and insulated. He heard the moans of the two kissing teenagers only in his mind.