"Don't untie her now, Coach," Marilyn said. "It's too late for that. We caught you red handed, whipping her and trying to rape her, after you tied her down?"
"The big ox!" Nada said. "Trying to rape our dear little Sissy! Not that it's surprising. He always has been a big bully."
"You two are crazy," the coach said. "You really think you can get off that easy – by accusing me of what you've done? It's not that easy. Sissy will have something to say about what happened."
"We'll take care of Sissy, Coach, just don't you worry." Marilyn rubbed her toes across Sissy's mouth. "Ain't that right, girl?"
Sissy just groaned, only half conscious.
"See, Coach," Nada said. "Sissy says you beat her up and tried to rape her. You're in big trouble, bully boy."
Ross Sterling stood there, paralyzed. He knew without a doubt that they had him. Nobody would ever take his word over theirs, and they could make Sissy say whatever they wanted her to. Even after the beating she'd received, Sissy would side with Marilyn and Nada. They had that kind of control over her. They had that kind of control over the entire girls' gymnastics team. As much as he'd fantasized at one time or another fucking every girl on the team, he'd never laid a hand on any of them, but he could be accused by rape by any one of them, or all of them, at a word to them from Marilyn or Nada. Until this moment he hadn't fully realized his relationship to the girls he coached. He wasn't their master – he was their slave! And most of all, he was the helpless slave of Marilyn and Nada.
"Tell you what, Coach," Marilyn said. "You just crawl back in the woodwork where you came from, and we might forget everything we saw here." She rubbed her hand between her legs, wetting it with pussy-cream, then smeared the spit like fluid on the coach's nose.
Ross Sterling nearly shit in his gym trunks. The scent of Marilyn's hot teen cunt made him sway dizzily, and his flexing cock nearly tore out of his jockstrap.
"Hey Marilyn, before he goes, don't you think we oughta tell him the good news." Nada lifted and massaged her tits seductively, intentionally driving the man crazy with a lust for her he could never satisfy.
"Oh yeah," Marilyn said. "Guess what, Coach – you're fired."
"What?" the coach said.
"Fired, dum-dum," Nada said. "As of next Monday, you ain't our coach anymore."
Ross frowned, not comprehending. He'd been coaching these for so long that he'd never dreamed he'd ever lose them. They'd been his whole life for so many years now. He'd worked his off for them, putting in overtime day and day out to make them the world-class competitors they were. He trained them all summer, for Christsake, even though school wasn't in session and he wasn't getting paid for his work – not only trained them, but the other girls as well. He'd built the top girls' gymnastics team in the state, if not in the nation. He'd made Marilyn and Nada what they were today. Without him, they'd be nothing.
"We found a nice lady coach," Marilyn said. "A private coach. One of them defectors from Eastern Europe. She can coach the pants off you, old man, and she ain't a bully."
I'm not old, Ross thought, telling himself this was just all a bad dream, that he'd wake up any minute now and have a good laugh over it. I'm not an old man, and I'm not a bully.
"Our parents are paying her," Nada said, continuing to massage her tits seductively as she smirked at Ross. "It'll cost a lot of money, of course, but we're worth it. She'll take us to the top."
I'll take you to the top, Ross thought. You're at the top now, for Christsake! And I've put you there – both of you!
"You don't look so good, Coach," Marilyn said. "So why don't you just crawl back from where you came from and hibernate." She caught a handful of pussy slime from between her legs and rubbed it all over Ross' face.
Both girls laughed at him, pointing at him as if he were the laughingstock of the world.
"Go crawl back in your hole, worm," Nada said. "Slimy old worm!"
Both girls howled with laughter. Marilyn nudged Sissy with her toe, and Sissy laughed too.
Pressure ballooned in Ross' head till he thought his skull would explode. He wanted to scream, he wanted to bawl, he wanted to kill. The scent of Marilyn's pussy whirled through his nasal passages. He panted. Sweat beaded on his forehead and ran into his eyes.
"Get the hell outa here!" Marilyn roared. "Or we'll see you locked up yet! Get outa our locker room!"
Leering, undulating her body, massaging her tits. Nada.
Something snapped in Ross' head. Hardly able to see from the spit and sweat and tears in his eyes, he grabbed blindly for the two girls and caught them by their throats, his thumbs sinking into their windpipes, his thick fingers clawing into the slender flesh of their necks. They choked, their eyes bulging, and Sissy, watching in horror, shrieked.
"I've had it!" the coach said. "I've had it with both of you! No more! Not anymore!"
As Sissy strained against her bonds and gibbered in shock at seeing her two idols man-handled, Coach Sterling dragged the two struggling gymnasts out of the locker room, through the office of the women coaches and into his own office. Throwing open the door of his office, he hurled the two girls out into the boys' locker room.
Marilyn and Nada blubbered, quivering from head to toes, too stunned to run for it even when the coach released them. They crouched on their knees on the concrete floor, cowering against the cold metal lockers, watching dumbly as the coach retreated into his office and yanked open cabinet doors and desk drawers.
Neither girl had ever been treated so roughly, with such force. Both girls had been spoiled rotten all their lives, had had their asses kissed by their parents and schoolmates and teachers. Both girls had been pampered and idolized and worshipped. Neither girl had suffered pain. Nobody even talked back to them. They were the queens of their world. They didn't know what it meant to be put down. Now naked, on their knees, they cowered in shock.
The coach charged out of his office, several lengths of rope and twine trailing from his hands. He grabbed both girls by their shoulderlength hair and dragged them through the locker room on their hands and knees.
"No more!" he kept muttering. "Never again!"
There was a large workout area in the boys' locker room at one end – isometric racks, weights and benches, a universal machine, mats for calisthenics and stretching. The coach threw both girls on a mat, held them down by kneeling on their bait, and bound their wrists securely with rope. Letting Marilyn lie, he dragged Nada to an isometric rack and hung her by her arms from the overhead supports. She was so short that the tips of her toes just barely touched the floor.
Marilyn watched her girlfriend being bound to the isometric rack, and all she could do was lie there helplessly and stare with a kind of fascinated horror. She was too much in shock to think of trying to get away, too much in shock to fully understand what was happening. It had all happened so fast, and it was something so alien to her, that all she could do was watch and snivel as the coach did whatever he wanted. She had the feeling that she was hallucinating the whole thing, that this couldn't really be happening. This had too be a joke – Nada hanging there by the arms. A smile broke out on her face.
"You think this is funny? Do ya, bitch!" The coach yanked Marilyn up by the hair and dragged her to the other isometric rack. As she faced the rack on her hands and knees, the coach bound her wrists to one of its vertical bars.
Ross Sterling stepped back and admired his handiwork – two naked, bound girls – one girl hanging by her arms from a rack, just her toes on the floor, the other girl on her hands and knees in front of a rack, her wrists bound to one of the uprights. One girl brunette, the other blonde. One named Nada, the other named Marilyn. They were the two girls he'd most wanted to fuck in his life, and now he was going to do it. He was not only going to fuck them, but he was going to do whatever else he wanted to with them. He'd lose his job, he'd be finished as a coach, he'd probably end up in prison, but it was too late to turn back now. He was going to enjoy himself, enjoy himself as he'd never enjoyed himself before. His revenge would be sweet.
As the coach pushed down his trunks, Nada finally snapped out of her shock, came to her senses. "Cut me down, you pig! You big dumb bully!"
Ross forced off his jockstrap. His cock stood up at an acute angle, dripping as fuck-itch pulsed through it. His cock throbbed menacingly at the gawking teenager, as big and hard as a club. Ross peeled back his foreskin completely, twisted on his moist cock-knob, getting his hand wet and sticky with his headcheese. Grinning, he lifted his hand and smeared his cock-head stink all over Nada's red face.
Nada squirmed, held her breath, clenched her teeth.
Ross grabbed her head and kissed her violently on the mouth, bulging her lips, drooling between them. He could smell his cock on her face. He rubbed his chest to her hot tits, fucked his cock between their bellies. As much as he despised her, as much as he wanted to punish her – knew he had to punish her – still he loved her madly. He'd rather have cut her down and taken her home to snuggle all night with him in his bed – but he knew things wouldn't work that way. This was the only way left to handle Nada and Marilyn. This was the only way left for him to regain some of his self-respect, the only way left for him to retain his sanity. They had to be punished.
"I'm gonna fuck you!" he growled. "I'm gonna do whatever I want. I'm gonna enjoy your hot little bodies anyway I want!"
Nada spit in his face. "Leave me alone! Scum! Filthy scum!"
Ross picked his jockstrap up off the floor. It was moist with the sweat of his balls, wet with all the cum his dick had leaked into its pouch. After picking up some twine, he rammed the stinking jock into Nada's mouth, pouch first, then gagged her with the rope. She twisted from side to side, a look of pain and disbelief in her eyes. She was finally starting to understand who was in control here, and that he meant business.
Ross wiped her spit off his face with his fingers, then sucked his fingers clean. Despite the way it had stung his face as she'd spat it at him, her saliva was sweet, delicious. If her spit was sweet, her pussy-juice had to taste like honey. He dropped down in front of her to sample her crotch.
Her pussy was like a tapped sapling in springtime, dribbling pussy-juice in warm trickles. Ross sucked up her delicious girl-juice, getting so drunk and stoned instantly that all he wanted to do was suck pussy and jerk himself off and forget about teaching these girls a lesson at all. He inhaled the wonderful scent of girl-crotch as he worked his tongue up inside Nada. He felt her cunt contract and saw her toes curl. Her eyes were rolling.
To Marilyn, the coach looked like a monster, like a big ugly leech sucking the life out of Nada – her Nada! As the man slurped and munched, it sounded as if his face was buried in the succulent meat of an over-ripe cantaloupe. Nada's pussy-juice ran down his neck and chest. He jerked on his enormous cock, sliding his cock-skin up and down on it, making it pulsate and drip. Marilyn had never seen anything more disgusting and ugly in her life than this man and his bloated cock.
"Swine!" she mumbled, unable to contain herself.
Ross sat back on his heels, licking his lips. Marilyn was looking sideways at him with an expression of such arrogance and distaste that he had to restrain an impulse to slap her face.
"You suck pussy too, bitch," he said. "So don't look at me like that. You're a hundred times the pussy-sucker I am."
He got down in front of her, kneeling under the steel frame of the isometric rack, and he wrapped his fingers in her blonde hair, dug his fingernails into her scalp. As he held her head up, he started to wipe his wet cock all over her face – the cutesy face that half the men in the country were in love with. Marilyn was a shameless flirt on TV. Half the men in the country would have traded their right arm for a taste of her lips.
Marilyn clenched her teeth, her eyes watering from the vicious way the coach pulled her hair and clawed her scalp. She couldn't believe he was treating her this way, couldn't believe he'd dare treat her this way. She still wasn't convinced this wasn't all one terrible hallucination, a nightmare taking place only in her mind.
His cock stunk worse than anything Marilyn had ever smelled, worse than a pig farm. It was moist, sweaty, and it kept dripping, kept drooling slime all over her face. She couldn't believe how hot it was. It seared her nose, her cheeks, her lips. His piss-hole pressed to her nostril and drooled fuck-juice directly into it.
"You sicko!" Marilyn snarled. "You stinking pervert!"
Ross' fingers tightened in her hair. He used his cock as a club, all nine, rock-hard inches of it. As he slammed his cock back and forth across her face, watching her eyes glaze over as if she'd been slugged with a flat, his fuck-lube flicked off in all directions. As she opened her mouth to call him more names, he forced his cock into it.
It was as if a fist had been stuffed down Marilyn's throat. She wretched, her guts contracting, and her mind went blank, then started to go dark. The coach pulled his cock out just enough for air to rush into her lungs and she regained her senses.
The girl's lips were stretched so thin around his cock that they looked like rubberbands. Her jaws looked like they'd been dislocated. Her red face turned bluish as she struggled for air. He let her have just enough air, then forced his cock back in to the hilt. He smiled down at her, enjoying the sight of her struggling and choking.
"How's it feel?" he said. "How's it foci to hurt a little?"
Working her head up and down with his hand, he contracted his buttocks, thrust forward, and began to slide his cock in and out of her throat. Her lips rippled over his cock-veins, getting his cock-shaft wet with her slick spit. His naked cock-knob massaged her tonsils, making her gag. Each time she gagged, a thrill shot through his cock.
"That's it, bitch, suck it! Use your tongue on it. I'm gonna teach you to suck cock, honey mouth."
As the coach fucked her mouth, Marilyn gagged less frequently. Her throat gradually relaxed, allowing his sweaty cock to slide down her gullet to the hilt. Snot ran from her nose and tears from her eyes as the coach jerked on her head, as he rammed his cock in and out of her mouth. Her head was filled with the taste and smell of uncut cock. Nothing had ever smelled more revolting to her. She was sure she'd vomit. She could feel his foreskin sliding along his cock-shaft as he fucked in and out, and the sensation made her skin crawl, as if she had a loose-skinned snake in her mouth.
Ross' balls tightened, swelling so large he feared they'd explode. His cock had never felt so good. The fuck-pleasure pulsing through his loins had never felt more intense, more satisfying. Here was the cutest little blonde girl he'd ever laid eyes on, her lips splitting around his nine-inch cock, her eyes bulging as she momentarily choked. She was not only the cutest little blonde he'd ever laid eyes on, but the sexiest as well. She had the tightest, shapeliest, most silky skinned little body he'd ever seen – and it was all his – she was all his!
"Come on, bitch, suck my cock! Use your tongue. Lick it!" Ross withdrew his cock so Marilyn could munch and tongue his cock-head, so she could suck it clean. "Chew my cockhead, baby, oh yeah!"
Marilyn blubbered, gagging on the man's foul-tasting cock, but sucking on it nevertheless. She blew him like a robot, doing exactly what he told her to – licking where he said, biting where he said, sucking how he said to. When he told her to lick out his piss-slit, to tongue out his cock-lube, she did so, but she couldn't help gagging on the salty lube as she swallowed it. She felt numb all over, felt as if she'd been thrown into hell, her eternal task being to suck and pleasure Coach Ross Sterling's stinking cock.
She sucked well, her tongue flicking just right along his pleasure strand. He couldn't believe she'd never sucked cock before. Her mouth was made for cock-sucking. She was a natural, a born cock-sucker.
"Take it!" he said, and he watched with satisfaction as his cock disappeared completely into her mouth, as her nose disappeared into his thick thatch of cock-hair, as her chin sank between his enormous hairy balls.
Marilyn didn't gag this time as his cock plunged in to the limit. Her throat had learned to relax, to accommodate his stallion-cock. His cock-lube trickled straight down her gullet like a hot poison. The smell of his sweaty groin as he scoured her nose with his wiry cock-hair made her head swim. She could feel his balls throbbing against her chin, could feel them tightening and swelling and quivering.
"Aw baby, this is heaven!" Ross couldn't prolong the stimulation much longer. He had to get his rocks off before his balls turned to stone. "I'm gonna blow your head off, baby!"
He dug the nails of both hands into her warm scalp, tightened the grip of his fingers on her golden hair, worked all the muscles of his loins and abdomen, of his ass and lower back, worked them all in a coordinated rhythm as he thrust, as he plunged his cock in and out, burying it in her face, grinding it in her throat. He groaned as the sensations pulsed through his cock, as they swarmed in his balls and streamed through his asshole. He rubbed his lower belly against the girl's hot forehead. He rammed his cock down her gullet.
"Uhh! Ohhhh! Here it comes!"
Marilyn thought her head was going to lift off as the man's powerful cock flexed in her mouth and shuddered violently. As his cum gushed against the walls of her throat, she retched so violently that she was sure she would vomit her guts out.
"Eat it!" the coach bellowed, jerking on her head, slamming his rock-hard belly against her face. "Swallow every drop!" He grunted like a bull, shooting his thick, salty, foul-tasting cum down her throat.
Marilyn wished she were dead. She whimpered helplessly, forced to suck, forced to swallow, forced to gag again and again as the slimy gobs shot into her throat and slid down her guilt. Her head was jerked so violently that she feared she would suffer brain damage.
For a few moments she struggled, struggled with all her strength to get away, but it was hopeless. The man would have ripped out all her beautiful golden hair, would have torn the scalp off her before he'd have let her escape. And besides, she was tied, her wrists bound with thick, rough rope to the steel upright of the isometric rack. She was on her hands and knees on concrete, her wrists bound to steel, her head in the murderous hold of a lust-crazed madman. She had no choice but to give up struggling, and to swallow his poison.
Ross couldn't remember when he'd last experienced so satisfying an orgasm. His cum shot freely, powerfully, itchy thrills swarming through his thick cock as the spunk streamed through his piss-tube. His balls contracted rhythmically, pumping the cum out. He felt the tingling, pulsating sensations in his balls as well – and in his asshole, in his belly, in his nipples and toes. He was coming with his whole body. It was as if he'd plugged his cock into an electric socket.
"Such a hot mouth!" he muttered, and he slowly relaxed his hold on her hair so he could stroke it. Immediately, Marilyn's mouth slackened around his cock, and he had to tighten his fingers again. "Keep sucking, baby. Swallow it all."
Marilyn sucked helplessly, her blonde head bobbing, tears trickling from her closed eyes. Her pink lips slid up and down. Her tongue flicked.
"You're learning," the coach said, forcing his cock in to the hilt as he fed her the last drops of his cum.
She swallowed because she had to. She wished she were dead.