She was panting hard. The climax had momentarily robbed her of breath. Then she said, "I'm just trying to please!"
"You're doing that. And even more, I think the tape loosened a little while you were cumming."
"Really? Let's try it again and see what happens!" she said, cheerful for the first time in hours.
The suction she applied to his cock was enough to cause her cheeks to hollow.
The taste of his prick, though, was worth ill the effort she was expending. For her brother, she'd do anything. And for a cock as tasty as his, it was a double treat.
She licked off the caked white cum that had been left after he fucked her ass. She quickly finished off this dried treat and sought his balls. The girl knew they must be sorer than hell by now. The woman had tortured him in every way possible. He should be about ready for some tender loving care – and who was better able to give it to him than his very own sister!
She licked. She sucked. She used her tongue in ways seldom thought of by other women. And she was driving him wild with excitement.
His body had been tired out earlier. Now it was as alive as it had been the first time he'd ever had sex with a woman. Every nerve was firing out a constant message of joy. And the soothing way his sister's tongue worked on his balls was alternated by totally arousing little nips and, the constant suction of her lips.
"Damn, Sis, I… I can't stand much more. I'm gonna cum!"
"Don't!" she told him. "Hold off. Maybe if we both hit our peaks together, we can break free of the tape."
"I d-don't know. My balls are on fire, thanks to you. And my cock's going to blast apart any second now."
She worked back to the end of his prick. The purpled acorn on the end was throbbing with life. There was no doubting her brother was all man. A real stud. And she loved the way his cock jumped around. It was everything she could do to keep it between her feverish lips.
But she did.
She had to. It was important that they free themselves. The adhesive tape binding her legs and body was beginning to chafe. Her skin was already raw where the tape had bound her wrists together for so long.
And her tits! They throbbed horribly where the man had put the tape, then brutally ripped it off. She'd thought he was going to yank her nipples off with the tape.
But that was all past history now. She had the future to look forward to. The future – with her brother.
She stopped sucking an his prick for a moment to let him get control of himself. The frantic jerking of his cock slowed a bit. During this time, though, he continued eating her out. The girl was in a constant turmoil inside. Her guts were churning from the way he was wing his tongue.
She felt the wetness of his mouth kissing her pussy-lips. He sucked off same of her juices, then shoved his tongue – hard – up her cunt. Tonguefucking her sent arrows of delight shooting into her body. She was coming alive just like he was.
Tired a little while ago, she was regaining her strength. And it was all because of Ron. His eager mouth was giving her back lost vitality. Every single time his rough, pink tongue stabbed deep into her quint, she shuddered.
She could even feel the tape cutting into her belly and ankles and wrists as she rocked under the tongue lashing he was giving her. But it was worth it. She ignored the slight pain in favor of the greater pleasure.
If anything, it made the pleasure all the more intense.
When he got back to her clit, she realized how potent that little organ was. Sucking and licking as he was doing was lighting the fuse to the powder keg hidden in her young body. She felt as if she were being pumped up with air. Her guts were expanding, expanding to the limits of her senses.
She groped for and found his prick dancing around just scant inches from her mouth. She sucked as she'd never sucked in her life. The girl gave her brother the finest blow job any man has ever received.
She felt the salty tang of his cum erupting in her mouth – then the world was blotted out. She came, too.
Locked together in their mutual cum, they strained and bucked and writhed powerfully against their adhesive tape bonds. They didn't realize the force of their orgasm.
When Ron was able to focus his eyes again, he found the strip of tape around his body had been broken as he hunched up to shove his cock even deeper into his sister's mouth.
And Melinda discovered one of her ankles had broken free during the brief but intense orgasm.
"Ron? Can you get loose?"
"I think so. The tape around my wrist slipped. I don't know if it was from sweat or the shower or if I busted it loose when I came, but I… there! Free!"
He straightened up and looked around. The two coaches were in the office sprawled on the desk. They seemed to be asleep. Ron didn't take any chances. He bent back down over his sister and fumbled her legs free of the tape. It was a long process; the circulation in his hands was only slowly returning and it felt as if millions of hot needles were being thrust into his skin.
But at last, his sister was free – and so was he. It was time for them to have their revenge on the two teachers.
And the form of his revenge had nothing to do with turning them in to the principal.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"What are we going to do, Ron? They look like they're asleep in there an Coach Barnett's desk." Melinda was carefully getting into her clothes, discarded so long ago.
Ron didn't answer for a long time. He was busy watching Melinda, telling himself she was safe and would soon go back to ignoring him. But, damn, just watching her get dressed was a turn-on. The way she carefully stepped, the little wiggles she gave as she skinned into her tight dress, the almost seductively innocent way she put her shoes on. Then he shook his head. He didn't have the time to get hot over her.
There were other things to take care of.
Finally, he said, "DO you know where the janitor's closet is? I want you to go get a green plastic battle sitting on the shelf. I saw it a week or so ago. It's close to waist level. Bring it back while I watch over our two Sleeping Beauties."
As soon as Melinda rushed off he went into the office and looked down at the two naked teachers. The smell of gin was overwhelming. He couldn't tell if they'd passed out from too much booze or were simply asleep. He decided to help them along.
Finding another bottle in the lower drawer, he spent the next few minutes pouring most of the fifth down Sid's and Ellen's throats. If they hadn't been soused before, they were now.
Melinda came back with the plastic bottle. "Ron? Is this it? This is that super sticky glue."
"Yeah. I know. Chuck got a hold of this bottle a couple weeks ago. He didn't let me see it. Told me to shut my eyes. He put a single drop on my thumb and then told me to rub it with my forefinger and tell him what I felt."
"What happened?"
"The glue fastened my thumb and forefinger together. We had to go to the chem lab and get some sort of gunk before I could separate them. The only other way would have been to rip the skin off."
"So?"
"So our two friends are going to get themselves glued together. Bring in that cart they use to lug around the wrestling mats. I want to move them after I finish the glue job."
Melinda looked confused, but obeyed her brother. When she saw how he had glued the two together, she snickered a little, then asked, "And where are you going to put them? Out under the statue?"
"Nape. I want these two where everyone can see them. Help me get the cart moving."
"There, all done," Ron said with some satisfaction. "Want to go around and do some dancing?"
Melinda grinned wickedly. "You bet! I wouldn't miss this show for the world!"
Ron and Melinda were bedraggled and the worse for wear and tear, but no one in the cafeteria noticed. They were all too busy dancing. Up on the tiny stage, a student was acting as disc jockey and spinning record after record. Behind him was a curtained off area.