"How's it feel?" he said. "How's it foci to hurt a little?"
Working her head up and down with his hand, he contracted his buttocks, thrust forward, and began to slide his cock in and out of her throat. Her lips rippled over his cock-veins, getting his cock-shaft wet with her slick spit. His naked cock-knob massaged her tonsils, making her gag. Each time she gagged, a thrill shot through his cock.
"That's it, bitch, suck it! Use your tongue on it. I'm gonna teach you to suck cock, honey mouth."
As the coach fucked her mouth, Marilyn gagged less frequently. Her throat gradually relaxed, allowing his sweaty cock to slide down her gullet to the hilt. Snot ran from her nose and tears from her eyes as the coach jerked on her head, as he rammed his cock in and out of her mouth. Her head was filled with the taste and smell of uncut cock. Nothing had ever smelled more revolting to her. She was sure she'd vomit. She could feel his foreskin sliding along his cock-shaft as he fucked in and out, and the sensation made her skin crawl, as if she had a loose-skinned snake in her mouth.
Ross' balls tightened, swelling so large he feared they'd explode. His cock had never felt so good. The fuck-pleasure pulsing through his loins had never felt more intense, more satisfying. Here was the cutest little blonde girl he'd ever laid eyes on, her lips splitting around his nine-inch cock, her eyes bulging as she momentarily choked. She was not only the cutest little blonde he'd ever laid eyes on, but the sexiest as well. She had the tightest, shapeliest, most silky skinned little body he'd ever seen – and it was all his – she was all his!
"Come on, bitch, suck my cock! Use your tongue. Lick it!" Ross withdrew his cock so Marilyn could munch and tongue his cock-head, so she could suck it clean. "Chew my cockhead, baby, oh yeah!"
Marilyn blubbered, gagging on the man's foul-tasting cock, but sucking on it nevertheless. She blew him like a robot, doing exactly what he told her to – licking where he said, biting where he said, sucking how he said to. When he told her to lick out his piss-slit, to tongue out his cock-lube, she did so, but she couldn't help gagging on the salty lube as she swallowed it. She felt numb all over, felt as if she'd been thrown into hell, her eternal task being to suck and pleasure Coach Ross Sterling's stinking cock.
She sucked well, her tongue flicking just right along his pleasure strand. He couldn't believe she'd never sucked cock before. Her mouth was made for cock-sucking. She was a natural, a born cock-sucker.
"Take it!" he said, and he watched with satisfaction as his cock disappeared completely into her mouth, as her nose disappeared into his thick thatch of cock-hair, as her chin sank between his enormous hairy balls.
Marilyn didn't gag this time as his cock plunged in to the limit. Her throat had learned to relax, to accommodate his stallion-cock. His cock-lube trickled straight down her gullet like a hot poison. The smell of his sweaty groin as he scoured her nose with his wiry cock-hair made her head swim. She could feel his balls throbbing against her chin, could feel them tightening and swelling and quivering.
"Aw baby, this is heaven!" Ross couldn't prolong the stimulation much longer. He had to get his rocks off before his balls turned to stone. "I'm gonna blow your head off, baby!"
He dug the nails of both hands into her warm scalp, tightened the grip of his fingers on her golden hair, worked all the muscles of his loins and abdomen, of his ass and lower back, worked them all in a coordinated rhythm as he thrust, as he plunged his cock in and out, burying it in her face, grinding it in her throat. He groaned as the sensations pulsed through his cock, as they swarmed in his balls and streamed through his asshole. He rubbed his lower belly against the girl's hot forehead. He rammed his cock down her gullet.
"Uhh! Ohhhh! Here it comes!"
Marilyn thought her head was going to lift off as the man's powerful cock flexed in her mouth and shuddered violently. As his cum gushed against the walls of her throat, she retched so violently that she was sure she would vomit her guts out.
"Eat it!" the coach bellowed, jerking on her head, slamming his rock-hard belly against her face. "Swallow every drop!" He grunted like a bull, shooting his thick, salty, foul-tasting cum down her throat.
Marilyn wished she were dead. She whimpered helplessly, forced to suck, forced to swallow, forced to gag again and again as the slimy gobs shot into her throat and slid down her guilt. Her head was jerked so violently that she feared she would suffer brain damage.
For a few moments she struggled, struggled with all her strength to get away, but it was hopeless. The man would have ripped out all her beautiful golden hair, would have torn the scalp off her before he'd have let her escape. And besides, she was tied, her wrists bound with thick, rough rope to the steel upright of the isometric rack. She was on her hands and knees on concrete, her wrists bound to steel, her head in the murderous hold of a lust-crazed madman. She had no choice but to give up struggling, and to swallow his poison.
Ross couldn't remember when he'd last experienced so satisfying an orgasm. His cum shot freely, powerfully, itchy thrills swarming through his thick cock as the spunk streamed through his piss-tube. His balls contracted rhythmically, pumping the cum out. He felt the tingling, pulsating sensations in his balls as well – and in his asshole, in his belly, in his nipples and toes. He was coming with his whole body. It was as if he'd plugged his cock into an electric socket.
"Such a hot mouth!" he muttered, and he slowly relaxed his hold on her hair so he could stroke it. Immediately, Marilyn's mouth slackened around his cock, and he had to tighten his fingers again. "Keep sucking, baby. Swallow it all."
Marilyn sucked helplessly, her blonde head bobbing, tears trickling from her closed eyes. Her pink lips slid up and down. Her tongue flicked.
"You're learning," the coach said, forcing his cock in to the hilt as he fed her the last drops of his cum.
She swallowed because she had to. She wished she were dead.
CHAPTER FOUR
Amazingly, only a minute after Ross had hauled his cock out of Marilyn's throat, it was ready to perform again. As Ross paced about the locker room, shaking the fuzziness out of his head, his cock wagged from side to side, standing up just as hard and horny as before he'd pumped his cum-load down Marilyn's gullet. He'd experienced one of the most satisfying, most pleasurable orgasms of his life, and yet, just a minute later, it was as if he hadn't come at all. He squeezed his cock, still moist with Marilyn's saliva, and a drop of cum oozed from his piss-hole. He smiled at the two girls, who were watching him wide-eyed.
"Who wants to get fucked first?" he said. Nada's eyes focused on Ross' cock and she made frantic sounds into her gag. She twisted violently, trying to break loose from her bonds.
"Looks like you can't wait, Nada." Ross moved toward the hanging girl. "Looks like you wanna be fucked first."
He stood in front of Nada, stroking her slick inner thighs. He moved his hand deep between her legs and worked his thick middle finger up her cunt. She arched her back, squirming, her eyes bulging. As Ross forced two more fingers inside her cunt, his hand was suddenly drenched with hot yellow fluid.
"Jesus Christ!" he said as the piss ran down his arm. "Bitch!" He yanked his fingers out of her, watching the piss wash down the insides of her legs.
Scared the pin out of her, he thought, and his initial revulsion turned to excitement. He was going to stick his cock up that pissing cunt of hers!