Amazingly, only a minute after Ross had hauled his cock out of Marilyn's throat, it was ready to perform again. As Ross paced about the locker room, shaking the fuzziness out of his head, his cock wagged from side to side, standing up just as hard and horny as before he'd pumped his cum-load down Marilyn's gullet. He'd experienced one of the most satisfying, most pleasurable orgasms of his life, and yet, just a minute later, it was as if he hadn't come at all. He squeezed his cock, still moist with Marilyn's saliva, and a drop of cum oozed from his piss-hole. He smiled at the two girls, who were watching him wide-eyed.
"Who wants to get fucked first?" he said. Nada's eyes focused on Ross' cock and she made frantic sounds into her gag. She twisted violently, trying to break loose from her bonds.
"Looks like you can't wait, Nada." Ross moved toward the hanging girl. "Looks like you wanna be fucked first."
He stood in front of Nada, stroking her slick inner thighs. He moved his hand deep between her legs and worked his thick middle finger up her cunt. She arched her back, squirming, her eyes bulging. As Ross forced two more fingers inside her cunt, his hand was suddenly drenched with hot yellow fluid.
"Jesus Christ!" he said as the piss ran down his arm. "Bitch!" He yanked his fingers out of her, watching the piss wash down the insides of her legs.
Scared the pin out of her, he thought, and his initial revulsion turned to excitement. He was going to stick his cock up that pissing cunt of hers!
He grabbed her legs spreading them wide as he lifted them. His cock stood up at the perfect angle to penetrate her cunt. His cock and balls became drenched with her piss as he forced his cock-head between her cunt-lips. Holding her legs firmly, he rammed upward, sticking a third of his cock inside her. Her toes clawed at the balls of her feet and her eyes rolled back. She arched, holding herself stiff, making a vise of her cunt. Ross rammed again – this time as hard as he could. Nada screamed into her gag.
Marilyn stared in shock. She had never seen anything more brutal in her life. She was sure Nada had been killed, split in half by the coach's cock. She heard the tearing snap of flesh as the coach rammed his entire cock up Nada's cunt. She saw Nada's blood-tinged piss drench the coach's balls and run down his hairy thighs. She watched his muscular toes press against the concrete as he braced himself, grunting, growling, thrusting. As Nada's legs clamped around his middle, he released them, his hands encircling her tiny waist as he raped her.
Marilyn became so weak that she feared she'd faint. She was sick to her stomach. As she watched the coach's snake like cock ramming in and out of her squirming, whimpering girlfriend, she couldn't believe Nada was still alive. How could Nada take it? How could Nada live through this savage assault!
The coach moaned, his ass contracting, all the muscles of his back writhing as he plunged his cock inside the squirming teenager. He had never known such pleasure. He had never felt such a release of lust and pent-up anger. He fucked as hard and fast as he could, watching the gag in Nada's mouth and expecting to see it bulge out, forced out by the head of his ramming cock. His cock felt long enough to come out her mouth. It felt hard enough and strong enough to wave her up and down like a rag doll if he were to cut her down from the overhead supports and let her move freely.
Nada was thankful for the gag in her mouth. She gnawed on the sweaty, stinking jockstrap as if it were flavored with nectar. Her gnawing helped ease the pain. Without the gag, she would have ground her teeth down to her gums.
Every cell of Nada's body felt tight and ready to explode. The tremendous tension caused inside her by the coach's enormous cock had spread to every cell of her. Her cunt felt raw, torn to shreds inside. She knew she was bleeding, her cherry ripped apart forever. Although she'd pissed herself out, pissed herself out from fear and shock, the man's piss drenched cock plunged inside her and her own piss burned her raw wounds. She wanted to die.
She couldn't bear any more pain. She strained against the grunting bull of a man, crushing him between her legs.
"Baby!" the coach panted. "Silky bitch mink!"
As he writhed between her legs, knifing his cock up her bloody fuck-hole, he slobbered all over her face, all over her tits. Her tits were so swollen and tight that when he bit them he expected them to burst, sweet juice filling his mouth.
I can fuck her all night, Ross thought. He was in no danger of coming. He had complete control. Pleasure saturated his cock, shooting through it in quivering waves, but the pulsations were in no danger of getting out of control. He could fuck her until he dropped if he wanted to, and he'd come only when he was ready.
His hands stroked up and down her silky back. He pinched her incredibly soft skin, clawed into her flawless young flesh. The pain he inflicted excited him, increased the intensity of his pleasure.
Marilyn crouched like an animal, gnawing at the ropes on her wrists, frantic to break loose before the lunatic coach finished with Nada and came after her. She knew she could never bear what Nada was being forced to bear. She knew a blood vessel would explode in her brain and she'd die of an instant stroke if the coach rammed his cock up her virgin pussy. Strands of rape hemp caught between her teeth. The coarse rope grated her lips. Her blonde head jerked and twisted as she gnawed. Despite her panic, or possibly because of it, the pussy-juice dribbled from her cunt. Her ass was high in the air, and the hot teen fuck-cream ran down her legs.
Nada's body arched violently, shuddering. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She screamed into her gag, out of her mind with raw sensation. Out of nowhere, in the midst of her pain and terror, an orgasm had blossomed in her loins and exploded. Her pain melted instantly into pleasure, into pure, toe-curling pleasure, ecstasy such as she had never felt before.
"Jesus Christ!" Ross held the shivering, jerking young girl by the waist, watching her face contort, feeling her cunt chew his cock. He rammed up her spuming fuck-hole, enjoying the sight and feel of her. She was coming, by God! Even after what he'd done to her, she was coming!
He fucked her till her body reined and her legs fell away from around him. He caught her legs and held them wide as he fucked her with a few last strokes. Then he released her legs and stepped back, pulling his cock out of her and letting her swing free. She dangled like a limp sack, the tips of her pink toes grated by the concrete.
No use fucking a limp sack, he thought, and he swung toward Marilyn, his cock dripping with Nada's bloody pussy-cream.
He turned around just in time. Another few seconds and Marilyn would have gnawed through her ropes and been free. She was struggling like a trapped animal, trying to break the last strands of hemp that held her. Ross snatched a rope off the floor and brought it down smartly across her back.
Marilyn gasped, banging her head on the steel upright as she jerked. Dazed, her back on fire where the rope had left a fast-swelling welt, she stared at the ceiling, blubbering unintelligibly, tears washing down her face.
"Bitch!" Ross said. "Thought you could get away, did you!"
It gave him pleasure to see Marilyn blubbering and dazed. It excited him to see her getting what she deserved for the first time in her life. He squeezed his cock and worked the foreskin up and down, feeling the tingles shoot all the way to his toes. The welt on Marilyn's back looked good enough to lick. It would be salty, a burned meat taste, sweet.
"Damn you!" Marilyn growled, breaking out of her daze. "Goddamn you!" Then she screamed so loud that she nearly pierced Ross' eardrums.
Ross had only heard screams like that once before. Sissy had made them when Marilyn and Nada had been torturing her. He'd almost forgotten about Sissy. She was still back in the girls' locker room, bound spread-eagled to the floor, her tits and belly covered with the crisscrossing welts Marilyn and Nada had inflicted on her.
"Shut up!" Ross bellowed. "Shut up, you damn bitch!" He raised his arm and jerked it down. The rope tore across Marilyn's back, this time drawing blood. As the girl howled, writhing in pain and panic, fighting her ragged bonds but too weak to break them, Ross jerked his arm down again, raising another bloody welt on her satiny-smooth skin.
She collapsed face-down on the concrete, rolling from side to side, blubbering hysterically. Blood trickled from her raised, purple welts. Suddenly, a hissing noise came from between her legs and a pool of yellow fluid formed under her loins.
"Fuck!" Ross said, watching the gorgeous girl roll in her own piss. He pumped his cock, jerking his foreskin up and down, hardly able to control his excitement. He would have jacked off all over her if he hadn't wanted to fuck her more.
"Get up!" he ordered. "Up on your hands and knees!"
Marilyn heard him as if he were in another room. She was delirious, dying, lost in a hell of pain and hopelessness. She was drowning in her own piss, was melting into the concrete. Her entire body felt like a single, throbbing welt.
"Get up, damn it!" Ross cracked the rope across her ass. "Up!" The rope fell across her ass again, across the backs of her legs.
Wailing, blubbering, Marilyn strained with all her strength to get up, fought to get up to her hands and knees before another crack of the rope sent more fire gnawing through her flesh.
Ross had to close his eyes to calm himself down. He commanded his hand to release his cock. He stood there shaking, forcing himself to cool off before he took another look at the gorgeous teenager with the bleeding welts on her back and the piss running down her legs.
"Don't hurt me!" Marilyn squeaked, pleading for the first time in her life. "Please don't hurt me anymore!"
Her legs and arms quivered, hardly able to support herself. The pain of her welts was like a fire consuming her entire being. A few last trickles of piss dribbled down her legs as her bladder deflated.
Ross dropped to his knees behind the girl. The beautiful pink gash of her cunt stared at him from between her swollen cunt-lips. Droplets of piss nestled in her blonde cunt-fur. She was shaking all over, with unbearable excitement or total fear. Her cunt-meat throbbed. He braced his hands on her ass, spreading her ass-cheeks and cunt so wide that he expected her pelvis to break apart like the equal halves of a melon.
"Don't hurt me!" she whimpered. "Please, Coach!"
"Coach! I'm not your coach anymore. Don't you remember? You fired me. After all these years of me kissing your ass, you fired me. I'm not good enough for you." He remembered the time she had clawed his face on national TV and he felt like ramming his fist up her ass. "You damn little bitch!"
Marilyn trembled so hard she couldn't say anything. The floodgates of her bladder opened again and a hot trickle of pin ran down her right leg. No more piss flowed. She was empty.
Ross' cock felt like a lead pipe. It was so hard and swollen that his cock-skin looked thin as cellophane. Every cock-nerve was exposed, tingling with electricity. He rammed the blunt head of his cock against the girl's pink wet cuntgash, hooking his thumbs into the inflated meat of her cunt-lips so he could spread her cunt wide open. His cock-head sank into the slickness and wetness between her blonde pussy-lips. As he pushed into her, her cunt-hole opened wider than it ever had before. As the head and another few inches of his cock disappeared inside her, she arched her back and twisted her head from side to side. She was gasping as if giving birth.
"Don't! Oh don't, please don't!" As the man's cock-head strained against the rubbery membranes of tissue that was her cherry, her mouth and eyes gaped. She held her breath.
Ross felt the pathetic little membrane trying to hold him out. He laughed to himself, comparing her cherry to damp, double-ply tissue paper. He pushed against it slowly, making her feel every millimeter of his entry, making her writhe with prolonged pain as his enormously thick cock broke through her cherry fiber by fiber. As she began to scream, as her writhing became wild, he gripped her hips as he pound his cock deeper and deeper inside her.
Marilyn's throat was raw from screaming. She no longer felt the throbbing fire of her welts. All she felt now was the searing, tearing, explosive pain inside her as the man's cock ripped apart her cherry.
Ross felt the last flaps of cherry-flesh give way, and his cock torpedoed up into her as if it had gotten away from him. His abdomen collided with her ass. His cock throbbed in her cunt, all nine inches of it buried in the delicious heat and wetness of her young body.
Marilyn's eyes crossed. She knocked her head against the steel upright of the isometric rack. It felt as if an arm had been rammed up her crotch and now was lifting her up. Her pain had turned to numbness. She sensed the wild throbbing of the man's cock, as if it were a cylindrical heart inside her. She realized she was panting like a dog, that sweat was running down her face.
Ross was stunned. He couldn't believe he'd actually done it! He'd shoved his cock up Marilyn's cunt, had destroyed her virginity forever, was in the process of raping her, raping Marilyn, the girl who had clawed his face on national TV and had made him the laughingstock of the world, the one girl in the world he'd known positively that he would never fuck. But here he was – fucking her!
Ross leaned over, licking the girl's welts, tasting her sweet warm blood. As he lapped up and down each raised welt, he rubbed his belly against her ass, his cock grinding inside her and pulsing with fuck-itch. He could feel hot liquid trickling down his balls, and he knew it was her cherry-blood. He bit her hard on the back of the neck, then straightened himself up and started to thrust.
Marilyn chewed her lips, groaning, grunting. Her cunt contracted around the man's sliding cock, the heat of which scared her torn cherry. As his thrusting quickened, as his belly smacked against her ass, she gasped, her head jerking, her tits flapping. She could feel the man drooling on her ass as he fucked, could hear bestial grunts of exertion and pleasure. As he reached under her and began to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples, she let out a howling moan that sounded like a female cat whining.
Ross' eyes rolled. Oh, what pleasure! He plunged his cock in and out of the sucking, juice-oozing cunt of the young vixen, rubbing his belly against her wiggling ass with each in-thrust, massaging her tits and nipples and making her twit contract whenever he wanted it to. Her welts had stopped bleeding, but they still pulsed a beautiful, swollen purple. He watched his cock sliding in and out, saw it frosted with pinkish pussy-lube, tinged pink because of her cherry-blood. Her pussy-frosting looked good enough to eat.
The welts on Marilyn's back throbbed with a pleasant heat. Her loins pulsed to the rhythm of the man's fucking. Her cunt was still raw, still burned as if being cauterized, but she couldn't deny the pleasure saturating her fuckmeat. As the coach's cock rubbed against her hard clit, she shivered all over and her toes curled sensuously. She continued biting her lips, not wanting the man to hear her moans, not wanting him to know that she was feeling pleasure.
"That's it, wiggle that sexy ass! Fuck me, bitch, fuck me!"
Marilyn hadn't realized she was wiggling her ass. She tried to control herself, tried to stop the gyrations of her loins, but it was impossible. Her body responded spontaneously, reflexively. It was as if she were a machine programmed to move in a certain way as the coach's hard cock slipped in and out of her cunt.
"Awwww, yeahhhh, awwww fuck!" Ross couldn't believe Marilyn was fucking him – she was actually fucking him! The little mink was getting off on his cock. Unbelievable! "You like it, huh, you love it, can't get enough of it!"
Marilyn was whimpering, quivering all over, her every cell tingling with pleasure.
"Yeahhh, wiggle that ass! Fuck me, bitch, fuck me!" Ross slapped the girl's gorgeous ass, making her gasp and jerk, making her whimper more. Her cunt was a clutching hand around his cock. Her hot pussy-lube ran out over his balls. The fluffy, sizzling walls of her pussy-hole undulated around his cock-meat and his cock made wild squishing noises inside her as he fucked her faster and harder.
Marilyn thought she was going to pass out. Her toes curled hard against the balls of her feet. She writhed, moaning freely, not caring if the coach heard her, not caring if he knew she was getting off on his fucking cock. She tossed her blonde head from side to side and rubbed her hot ass against the coach's hard-smacking belly. His cock rammed deep into her womb, zapping her loins with an electric pleasure.
"Yes!" she gasped, grinding her cunt on his cock. "Yesss!"
"Baby!" Ross panted, humping, ramming, reaming. He dug his fingernails into her nipples, wrenched at her swollen tits, drove his cock in so deep he was sure it would pop out her mouth.
Electricity jolted Marilyn's loins. She vibrated in every cell. Her head snapped back and she gasped as the spasms overwhelmed her.
"Uh!" she grunted. "Oh, uhhh!"
Ross collapsed over her. He sank his teeth into her neck. His cock flexed powerfully as he came.
"Ohhhh yeahhhhh!" The feelings shooting through his cock had never been so sweet, so intense, so powerful. It felt as if a fist were contracting in his asshole. His balls were saturated with the same sensations as his cock. He gnawed the girl's neck flesh, growling, moaning, spurting his molten jism into her cunt.
Marilyn panted rhythmically, smacking her ass back against the man's grinding abdomen. Her body was a rash of goosebumps. Waves of heat alternating with waves of chills passed through her. She twisted her head, trying to tear her neck free of the mini's gnawing teeth, but at the same time enjoying the electric pleasure his teeth sent into her sensitive flesh. She felt so good she hurt.
"It's shooting!" she muttered, feeling the coach's spunk splashing in her womb, squirting like hot milk deep inside her.
She couldn't believe it was happening, but it was. The man was injecting her with his stinking male fuck slime. Just as he'd shot it down her throat, now he was shooting it up her cunt. She wanted to vomit. She wanted to die. She hated herself for enjoying the sensation of his cock going off inside her, hated herself for feeling so good, for enjoying his fucking.
"I can't help it," she said out loud. "I can't – oh God!" As a spurt of jism drilled her womb, she wiggled her ass and cooed. "Yes! Yes!"
Ross pound his body against the silky little mink, crushing out his pleasure. It couldn't get much better than this.