The girl squealed, squirting pussy juice and jism out of here cunt and asshole. Her entire crotch throbbed and sucked.
Rusty sucked furiously. He humped blindly at the humid locker room air. All at once the heavy air felt to Rusty like a real cunt. It seemed to tighten around his pistoning, pulsating prick like a warm, wet mouth. Hot pokers of pleasure shot through his prick. His balls inflated and contracted. He shot off into the air.
"Jesus Christ!" gasped Coach Long. And all the guys muttered Goddamns, shits, and wows, dropping the girl and backing off.
Rusty dangled from the isometrics rack, his long body quivering like sprung bow as he blasted his jism high into the air. He machine gunned Coach Long and all the guys. Some of the bitches got pelted, and a few wads of cum thudded against the metal lockers six feet away and hung on the olive colored locker doors like glistening gobs of spit.
Rusty laughed as he shot. He'd never felt so good. He thought he would never stop coming, and he didn't want to. He let go and fired, letting his body jerk as it would. Then all went dark.
When he woke up, the football team was in the locker room dressing for practice. Rusty felt exhausted.
He wanted to sleep. He felt empty, all fucked out. For a few moments he wondered how he'd gotten to the locker room from study hall.
His wrists twinged with soreness, and he remembered – he'd missed study hall today. Instead, he'd hung from the rack.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lisa was going to kill her.
"Goddamn you!" she screamed. "Untie me, Candy! I've had enough of this bullshit! Miss Sacks! Miss Saaacks!"
She could hear snickers somewhere down the hallway. They were laughing at her all of them.
Just wait till she got loose, though. She'd get even. She'd box Candy's tits. Candy might be a year older than her but she could handle that bitch.
She stopped screaming and concentrated on getting her wrists free. Maybe if she reined her arms she could slide her hands out of the ropes. Yanking and struggling as she had been doing did no good. She just made the knots tighter.
Goddamn it, her arms were numb; Candy had tied the ropes so tight around her wrists that they had cut off her circulation. She relaxed totally, trying to ease her wrists free. It was hopeless. She yanked and thrashed again, wanting to rip the bed frame apart.
"Damn it!" she said between clenched teeth. Then she almost laughed. This was funny in a way her naked body spread-eagled on her bed, her wrists bound to the bedposts, her ankles tied to the foot posts. A small lamp burned on her dresser, and the window curtains were wide open. Were the people in the house next door to look out their upstairs window, that window directly in line with her own, they'd see her lying there like a white girl staked out by the Indians.
But damn that Candy! What was she up to? She'd been gone ten minutes now, and except for those occasional snickers, the house was quiet. It was as if Candy and the rest of the dozen or so girls who lived here in Miss Sacks' foster home were having a private meeting to discuss what to do with her now that they had her tied up. Maybe even Miss Sacks was in on it. Lisa had been screaming her head off, and Miss Sacks was nowhere to be seen.
Fine way to treat a new girl. Lisa thought ignore her at dinner, then tie her up. All the girls were stuck-up, she decided. At first she thought Candy, her new roommate, was all right. At least Candy had talked to her. But from the first, Lisa had detected something disturbing about Candy's gleaming raisin eyes.
She should never have trusted Candy when Candy had suggested tying her up. Candy had insisted that it was just a game, that after Lisa knew what it felt like to be tied up naked like a slave girl, with her legs spread apart, that she would be set free immediately. Lisa had only consented because Candy had made the game sound so sexy. "It makes you feel real good between the legs," Candy had said.
Well, Candy was right about that. Getting tied up had made Lisa's pussy tingle. A few drops of juice had even oozed out and wet her bottom. But that had been ten minutes ago, and now she was getting restless and mad.
"If you don't untie me by the time I count to ten, I'll report you to the child welfare department!" Lisa shouted. "One. Two. Three…" Lisa counted to ten, but got no response other than a few more snickers.
That did it! She'd call Mrs. Turner in the morning. And if Mrs. Turner refused to help her, why then she'd talk to some of the committee members who had sent her to this whacky town. They would sympathize with her and would send her someplace else not back to Parcher, though. She'd never go back to Parcher. Parcher was where her mother lived, and she never wanted to see that old bat again.
Lisa hadn't had a moment's peace in all the years she'd lived with her mother. Her mother was on her like a shadow every minute of the day and night. Her mother smothered her, wouldn't let her do anything on her own, wouldn't let her see boys. Just because her mother had been stupid enough to get pregnant when she was a teenager, just because the boy had then run out on her, that was no reason to forbid Lisa to see boys. Lisa was much smarter at her age than her mother had ever been. Lisa took the pill. God, if her mother had ever found that out! God, her mother would have killed her! Lisa's mother was a holy woman now had turned to religion right after Lisa was born and she would rather see her daughter dead than fucking boys.
But Lisa did fuck boys, fucked them until her cunt got sore. If anything, her mother's constant harping about the evils of sex had been the main reason why Lisa had decided to become what the boys called a nympho. Somehow, the knowledge that she was doing what her mother forbade more than anything else made fucking boys twice as exciting. So she made it a point of trying to fuck every boy at Parcher High at least once. And she would have, too. She would have, had her mother not become so bitchy about every little thing that Lisa had decided to ran away.
That first time, she had hitched fifteen miles from town. They caught her and brought her back. Days later she ran away again. This time making it forty miles away. She'd flown there, hoping them wouldn't find her there, but they did. After that, she ran away again and again and again. After her tenth time, during her appearance in court with her mother, her mother had lost her head and tried to strike Lisa right there in front of everybody – the judge, the spectators the child welfare people. And Lisa was free at last. The court took her away from her cruel and inhuman mother, and the child welfare people, asked her where she wanted to go.
All the girls at school talked about Sutton High. Sutton high never lost at anything. The best looking, sexiest, toughest boys in the state went to Sutton High, and there were ten of them for every girl. Lisa mentioned to the child welfare committee that she wanted to go to Sutton, and after a week of debate, that's where they sent her.
Lisa held her breath and listened hard. She could hear whispering and giggling somewhere perhaps just don the hallway, perhaps downstairs. What were those assholes up to? If this was the way they were going to treat me. She thought. Tonight she'd hitch a ride with a trucker, with anybody heading out of Sutton.
Everybody was so fucking mysterious around here. After that weird scene in study hall, the foster home bus had taken Lisa and the rest of the girls home. As the little bus wound its way up and down the twilit streets, Lisa felt if she were riding in an armored car. Nobody spoke, and the frail, middle-aged driver seemed nervous. At dinner, the girls had talked and carried on as if Lisa wasn't there. Miss Sacks had sipped her coffee behind the pages of the Sutton Greensheet. And Candy had told her about five times to relax because the doors were locked and the police patrolled in front, of the house every fifteen minutes. So who cared about the Goddamn cops?