Melinda groaned again, but this time it wasn't from pain as much as from humiliation – and the sensuous feel of the woman's lewd mouth all over her pussy.
The woman began with light flicks of her tongue designed to arouse the young girl's passions. In spite of her fear, the teenager had to admit the coach was succeeding. At first, her body was tense. Then as Ellen's tongue began stroking gently along her sex lips, the tenseness changed.
She was still uptight. But now it was different. Now she was anticipating what was to come.
A deep shudder racked her body again. With the woman's tongue probing between her pussy lips, she could barely stand. Her knees had gone weak. The rough, wet tongue dragged from one end of her gash to the other. And slowly, in spite of herself, the girl felt her body beginning to respond.
She tried to stop her reaction. She couldn't. In spite of all the degrading things they'd done to her, her cunt was beginning to moisten because of her tongue. That evil tongue licked and stroked back and forth until a flow of cunt juice was leaking from the girl's pussy.
"Um," the woman said, smacking her lips, "she's beginning to taste real good."
The girl didn't know whether to cry or not. Her body was beginning to churn inside – chum from sexual need. The feel of that hot female tongue was new and different. The woman knew all the right places to touch, to kiss, to lick.
The teenager was gasping for breath. She was wanting more!
"I think she likes it," the man commented. "And I like the way her tits are bobbing. Hey, hey feel good. Kid doesn't wear a bra. I like that, and I like the way her nipples are already hard. Just like little marshmallows!"
The girl gasped when the man squeezed on her tits. His big hands totally covered her boobs. Then the rhythmic pressure started, sending lances of sheer joy into her chest.
Then her arousal was doubled. She felt a wet, sucking mouth at work on her cunt again.
The coach rubbed his hand across her boobs and tweaked her nipples. She knew her tits were filling with excited blood.
The way the woman worked was masterful. She started up in the girl's bush. Her tongue wound little spins of pussy fur into wet piles, then pressed them back down with her tongue. Working lower, she ported Melinda's labia and found the little bud of her clit.
Melinda could barely keep back the orgasm crouching in her loins. The woman's tongue circled around and around the base of her clit. Then she began a gradual spiral up her clit. Each rough caress felt like sandpaper along a raw nerve.
The girl was struggling to keep her sanity. She'd either have to cum soon or lose her mind.
"Ummmmmm, oh, stop, I… I can't take it! Don't doooo this to meee!"
"This is the famous 'Do the opposite' pitch I've always heard that young chicks pull," the man aid. "Go on and tongue-fuck the hell out of her. He's begging for it!"
His hands worked faster and faster on her tits. Squeezing, touching, tormenting. She was writhing back and forth on the sidehorse, her hands bound in the most uncomfortable position possible.
Melinda found she was getting off more on the fondling and tongue than she would have thought possible under the circumstances.
"She likes it, I tell you. Give it to her good!"
The girl shrieked and tossed her honey-blonde hair back. Her emotions totally possessed her. She was a slave to her body – and her body was filled with the sexiest feeling ever!
The tongue left her clit and worked lower, spreading her now-moist pussy lips. The turgid flaps of skin were filled with aroused blood.
When the tongue drove hard and fast into her cunt, she came. Her body arched back over the sidehorse. She ignored the pain in her wrists and upper arms. It was blotted out by the pleasure surging through her entire body.
It started between her legs, deep inside her cunt where the woman's tongue moved in ever-faster strokes. She was tongue-fucking the girl as hard and deep as she could. But this wasn't all the arousal the girl was receiving from the two coaches.
The man's hands on her boobs were having their full effect, too. The girl had always had sensitive knockers. The coach was taking full benefit of this to push her over the brink of orgasm.
As she drifted back from her cunt, she knew immediately that she wasn't going to be allowed to rest. The two were giving her even more pleasure. She didn't know how she was going to be able to bear up under it.
The man was rotating her boobs in different directions. He acted as if he wanted to rip off the snowy white mounds. Fierce grips left red finger marks on her milk-white tits. But she didn't care.
The nipples cresting her tits were pulsing hard. She loved it – and hated it.
This was degrading having the two coaches do such a thing to her. She didn't want them to force sex on her – and what was even more humiliating was that now she didn't want them to stop!
The tongue swirling around like a berserk tornado in her cunt was licking up all her flow of fuck fluids. The tongue didn't miss a single soft, velvety fold in her cunt walls. It drove hard into her pussy, striving to bury itself as far as a cock would.
Then, suddenly, her cunt was empty. The tongue was gone.
"Wh-what are you doing? I… I want more!"
The two laughed. "Hear that?" the man said. "She likes it!"
"Can't disappoint her. Besides, I was just getting my breath back. Damn, but she has a juicy quim!"
And the woman vanished back between the girl's slender thighs. Her head burrowed deeper and deeper until she was able to move her tongue along the entire length of the sex slash.
The girl groaned when the woman's tongue drove into her asshole. She arched her back over the sidehorse again. She found this only gave the woman more access to her ass.
Kissing and licking, the woman worked all over the young girl's ass. The girl screamed when the woman bit her.
A slap was her reward. She felt her teeth crush her lips under the force of the blow.
The man snarled, "I said no shouting and I meant it."
"Please, I… this is so confusing!"
"Confusing, huh? Show her how confusing it can get, Ellen!"
The woman began to alternate waves of pleasure with waves of pain. The girl was totally confused.
First, a tongue would drive far up her cunt. The delight would swell within her and then radiate out, warm and exciting.
Next, hard teeth would bite down on tender pussy lip. The pain would rocket into the girl's body, overshadowing the pleasure she'd felt only moments before. Even as this was dying out, joy would warm her again as the woman sucked on her fully erect clit.
Then the pain as the woman jerked on the furry bush of blonde hair wiped out any pleasure.
The confusion in her body and brain was immense. The girl wasn't able to sort it all out any more.
Pleasure – pain. They blended into one. Her wrists were aching, her back was cramped, her shoulder muscles hurt – but her crotch was burning with desire.
Desire, then pain. Over and over the pattern was repeated until the girl was sobbing.
"Let her go, Ellen. I think little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes has learned her lesson."
Melinda felt the ropes being untied around her wrists. She sank to the gym floor, exhausted physically and emotionally.
"Don't meddle, kid," came Ellen's deceptively mild voice.
"Yeah. And just forget this ever happened or you'll be in big trouble," said Sid Barnett.
Melinda knew the two meant what they said – and she hated them for it.
CHAPTER FOUR
"It was horrible, Ron, just horrible!" sobbed Melinda, burying her face into her brother's shoulder.
He put his arms around her, feeling awkward. He wanted to comfort her but didn't know exactly how. Never had he been so aware of the woman that his little sister was turning into. Her tits shoved hard and insistent against his chest. He could feel the sharp points of her nipples poking into his chest.