CHAPTER FIVE
Melinda struggled but it did no good. Sid was simply too strong for her. Besides, the warmth of the fucking she'd just gotten from her brother still burned in her body. She didn't want to give up that faint spark of goodness.
She knew that what was going to happen to her wouldn't be anywhere near as pleasant. Sid had that look about him. He was a cunning, animal-like man with only his own enjoyment worrying him.
He wouldn't stop at murder if she angered him. The best thing she could do was try to talk him out of this.
"Please, Coach Barnett – Sid! You don't want me! Honest! I… I don't know what's going down. This is all new to me. Honest!"
"All new, huh? That sounds just like the very thing I need. All these chicks running around today have years of experience. I want to try something different – like a cherry cunt!"
"B-but it's not. Not n-now," the young girl stammered. "M-my brother busted my cherry. You made him do it!"
"That's okay. I'm not taking sloppy seconds or anything like that. Hell, you never had a real man's spunk shooting off into your cunt. That's what makes for a virgin manhole in my mind."
He lifted her bound arms over the lower bar, then taped her wrists.
"Please, Sid! That hurts!" she pleaded.
"Tough shit, sweetie. You're hanging nice and loose for me. You swing back and forth okay."
He gave her a shove and sent her rocking, the bar under her armpits supporting her weight.
"And your feet just barely touch the floor. Had to crank up that bar a little to get it just right."
Melinda was straining. Her toes were just barely touching the floor. The ache in her calves was beginning to rival the pain she felt in her arms and shoulders. And there was no telling what this man would do to her.
"Stop it, I tell you, stop!" cried Ron. "Let her go. Do what you want to me, but let my sister go!"
"Now, is that any way for a sister-raper to talk? So damn noble and all. Just shut up and watch – or I'll tape your mouth shut for you," threatened Ellen. The way she tossed the tape in her hand told Ron she wasn't kidding. She'd do it.
And enjoy it.
Mute, he watched the horrible scene unfolding with his sister and Barnett.
"You're just the way I like 'em," Sid said, licking his lips. And the teenager was. He couldn't believe this hot honey-blonde was going to be his, all his!
He let his eyes roam over her. It seemed to bother her. He liked that. It made him feel even more powerful. Besides, he liked what he saw. The way her tits were thrust forward from the position of her arms and shoulders was definitely to his liking. The firm mounds of titflesh were bouncing just a little. Not too much, not too floppy, but enough to show she had big enough tits to be interesting.
The nipples were visibly throbbing.
He stepped closer and took her tits in hand and shoved hard. The smooth skin flowed under his fingers and the girl's body rocked and swayed on the wooden bar.
"Yeah. That's good. Real good," he said, licking his lips again. The man couldn't believe his good fortune. The big tits were nice but the rest of the package was well worth a second look, too. Her trim waist hinted at one hell of a good fuck awaiting him. The ass was nice and womanly. It wasn't one of those tight, masculine ones so many of the teenagers sported.
This was a real ass.
He grabbed hold of both cheeks, one in each hand. He tried to pull the assflesh from her body. She had to arch her back and shove her cunt toward him. She softly moaned.
He couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure.
Not that it mattered to him.
He was getting his kicks already. And more would be coming his way. His cock was already hard and throbbing. It was begging to be let out, to dip into the pink sex lips under that honey-blonde patch of pussy mounds.
"Like it, don't you? Can't wait to get my prick in you, fucking hard. Well, let me tell you something. I ain't wait to feel those nice, long legs wrapped around my waist pulling me into your twat."
"Get on with it, damn you! You're talking her to sleep," said Ellen. She was obviously getting hot just watching him. She was rubbing her crotch. A tiny silver-dollar sized wet spot had appeared on her shorts.
"Just surveying the territory. Virgin territory, you know. And it'll all be mine. Except that brother-dear has already been up her cunt and popped her cherry."
"Stop it, ohhhh, I… I… ungh!"
Melinda's body tensed as his cock poked into her cunt-lips. She struggled to get away. There was no escape. With her arms bound as they were, she was at the man's mercy. He could do whatever he wanted with her.
He wanted to fuck her.
His hands under her buttocks lifted her up. She was able to support a little more of her weight on her arms, but not enough to take all the strain off. As he lifted her hips upward, her cunt was exposed to his questing prick.
He jammed his hips forward and sank balls deep up her twat.
They both gasped at the sudden fuck.
It would have hurt – bad – if her cunt hadn't still been a little wet from the fucking her brother had given her. As it was, she merely groaned when she felt the thick man root driving all the way up her, spreading her pussy walls out of the way.
Once buried in her juicy cunt, his cock didn't feel any different than her brother's. Closing her eyes, the teenager was able to make believe that this was her own flesh and blood fucking her. It wasn't some sadistic PE coach. It was her brother.
She kept telling herself this over and over.
He started swinging her in a shallow arc. She rocked to and fro on the wooden bar. This carried her cunt away from his prick. He didn't have to move his hips at all. Her swinging body was doing all the work of fucking.
She was, in a sense, fucking herself.
He continued swinging her back and forth on his prick seven times. Once, she grunted and felt the entire length of her cunt collapse around the massive girth of his cock. She could feel the broad purpled head deep inside her. It was dancing around wildly.
Every single contour of his cock stood out in bold relief. She even felt his balls banging against her asshole. He was rocking her high on the bar, then releasing her now.
The pain was immense in her shoulders and spreading rapidly into her chest. This seemed to be cancelled by the intense pleasure he was generating by fucking her.
"Ummmm, soo gooood!" she sighed.
"Hey, I think she likes my cock!" he said. "You like my cock, don't you, Goldilocks?"
He emphasized his question with a faster swing. She had to put her legs up around his waist. The rocking motion made her feel as if she'd go sailing off into space at any instant.
He fucked her faster.
The lewd, obscene squishing noise as his cock reamed in and out of her juicy quim filled the empty gym. It echoed and came back to taunt the girl. She was feeling so many conflicting emotions at the moment that the sounds only added to her confusion.
She should have been aroused by the sound. It was a good sound. The noises of a man fucking a woman should have sent her off on a climax.
All she could think of was the strange position she found herself in. Here she was, tied up to a wooden bar, swinging back and forth so that the coach's prick could penetrate her twat – and she was actually beginning to enjoy hell out of it!
She shouldn't.
She tried to keep that thought in her mind. She couldn't enjoy this. It was degrading. No man should do to her what he was doing. And she should never enjoy it.
She was.
Then she screamed a loud, ear-piercing scream of agony. The man had added a new dimension of pain to the fucking.
He'd pulled a little bit of adhesive tape off the roll and plastered it across her aroused nipples. Then he yanked it off. She felt her skin tearing, sensitive skin, the most delicate flesh on her body.