"That's the spirit. Love the feel of that wet mouth of yours clinging on my cock. Makes me feel all weak and quivery inside. A good idea I had, lying down like this. Couldn't much stand with this hot one sucking on me."
She did her damnedest to remain still. Every time she got to swinging wildly, it hurt her ankles and legs. Her already strained hip joints were aching even more. But she had his cock to steady her.
As long as she kept it in her mouth, she was able to hang directly over his crotch.
His prick was starting to shiver. She felt it bucking and jerking under her tongue. She wondered what was getting him hot. Was it her totally hopeless position, dangling head down and ass up over him, or was it the good head she was giving?
It didn't seem to matter to the man. Both would give him equal thrills.
His hands worked through her hair. She didn't mind that too much. With her long, blonde, hair hanging loose as it was, it was getting in her eyes. She wasn't able to see her target. Depending on her tongue was about the only way she could make certain of keeping the cock where she wanted it – firmly between her lips.
Once, she used a bit too much grip on him. She clamped down a little with her teeth to keep from swinging away. Rewarded with a hard, stinging swat to her rear, she waited for the motion to stop. Then she went back to sucking as hard as she could.
"Ummm, I like that mouth, girl. You're a first class cocksucker. That's the only way I like 'em."
"Hell, Sid, you'll take 'em anyway you can get 'em. What say I shove her around a little?"
"Keep your fuckin' hands off her. I like this!"
"I'll just bet you do. That poor little girl hanging over you like that, all tied up and not able to do anything you don't want her to do. What's not to like about it."
"Jealous bitch. Now shut up and let her get me off."
The teenager used her tongue to stroke the underside of the man's prick again. She tried to reach his balls but failed. If she could get his rocks off fast enough he might not leave her upside down.
Her head was throbbing. The blood was pounding hard in her temples. Her eyes felt like they would pop out from the pressure building up behind them.
But she sucked.
This was the fastest way to get cut down.
He began lifting his hips off the floor and driving his cock directly into her mouth. She pursed her lips just right. She was able to take first an inch, then two inches of his prick. When he was gyrating on the floor, he was able to ram his prick entirely into her sucking mouth.
She used the opportunity to give him the best head possible.
Her tongue slithered around his prick, caressing it like a long, lost lover. Then she sucked a bit harder. She wanted to gently gnaw on the rubbery tip, but she was afraid he would misinterpret what she was doing.
She decided it was best to stick with her lips and tongue – and keep sucking like hell.
"That's the way, Goldilocks. Pull my guts out through the end of my Goddamn prick!"
He was face fucking her faster now. When he reached just the right tempo, the rhythm her brother had gotten off on when he was fucking her, she did all she could.
Mouth sucking until her cheeks went hollow, she pressed her tongue down hard on the end of his prick. She tried to keep it out with all the force her tongue could deliver. Then, when he started retreating, she sucked even harder, tongue enticing the cock to stay put.
She was rewarded by a torrent of sticky white cum. He had blasted his balls off into her mouth.
Sucking in as much as she could, she found herself unable to swallow. Hanging upside down simply didn't make it. But she'd done what he wanted. Now he would leave her alone. And perhaps the pain would go away. Most of all, she would be let down from this damned uncomfortable position.
"I told you she was a Grade A cocksucker. She did a good job."
"And I said you'd get off on any woman sucking on that pecker of yours. Want me to let her down?" Ellen asked.
"Yeah. I'm all sweaty. I think I'd like a shower. And I don't want to leave them around here where somebody might come in and see them."
"Don't worry about it, Sid," she told him. "All the people who might come in are up at the cafeteria for that ridiculous dance. We're going to have this place to ourselves the rest of the night."
Sid suggestively reached up and grabbed for the woman's snatch. "I think that's a good thing. What I want to do simply can't be done in a few minutes."
Ellen only smiled, but it sent cold chills racing along Melinda's spine. She didn't like that woman – and she guessed the feeling was more than mutual.
CHAPTER TEN
"Hey, don't drop her on her head, for Christ's sake!" snapped Sid. He was watching Ellen lower the rope on which Melinda was tied.
"I'll do it any damn way I want."
"Don't get so uptight. Just because you couldn't get your jollies with the kid a while back doesn't mean he can't get it up now. The poor sap's been through a lot."
"He'll be through a hell of a lot more unless he learns not to go bitching to the principal about us."
"We've got that one made, Ellen," he told her. "Those kids can't touch us."
"Yeah, I know. But it still bums me when I think how close they came to getting us fired."
"How close was it, really? Not too close. Old man Wood was a bit bent out of shape that two of his noisier students were shooting off their mouths. Didn't he tell us to make sure this sort of thing didn't happen again? Aren't we doing exactly what he told us to do?"
"Yeah," she leered. "They won't want to go and try to get us canned after this. You two know we could do all this over again, don't you?" She prodded Melinda in the ribs, then turned to the bound boy. The look in her eye told Ron she was out for blood.
For once in his life, he kept his mouth firmly shut. He didn't want to anger her any more than she was already.
"Into the showers, gang!" ordered Sid.
He lifted Melinda up, making sure he gave her tits a nice little squeeze on the way. She cringed and tried to move away from him, but his hands were clamped too firmly on her jugs. He had already squeezed down on her nipples, taking the pebble-hard buttons between his thumb and forefinger. In this way, he could control her every movement. If she strayed from where he wanted her to go, a painful tug moved her right back into line.
Ellen used a more convenient handle to get Ron going toward the showers. She grabbed him by his prick and dragged him. If he failed to move, she'd castrate him.
Her fingers slipped off his cock and settled firmly around his balls. She tugged painfully enough to get him going.
"There, there, Stud. I'm surprised you've got any feeling at all there. You didn't seem to like my mouth on your cock when we were on the trampoline."
"I only respond to sexy women," he said, sorry the instant the words left his lips.
Ellen jerked down – hard – on his balls. He collapsed to the floor.
"Don't mouth off like that," she ordered. "While you're down there, kiss my feet. I think I'd like that."
She laced her fingers through the thick mat of his sandy hair, then shoved. He banged his head on the floor. He kissed her feet.
He didn't have any choice. She could grab his balls again and run him around the gym all night. Even worse, Ellen hated Melinda. There was no limit to what she might do to his sister.
"Good. Now stand up."
She didn't even try to help him. As soon as he managed to get his feet under him again, she gripped his nuts once more and pulled him toward the shower.
When they got into the steamy locker room, the showers were turned on full blast and sheets of mist and steam came from the stalls.
"What took you so long?" asked Sid. "Me and the chickie were just thinking about sending out a rescue party. Did you need it?"