Lisa had never liked gym class until today. She couldn't believe that she and the other girls were actually exercising in the nude. The girl's gym smelled like cunt, mainly from all the splits and the high kicks the girls were doing. For fifteen minutes now they'd been stretching, warming up.
"Mostly we learn gymnastics at this time of the year," Candy explained to Lisa, sinking down into a full split on the shiny hardwood gym floor. "Gymnastics gives us good bodies and keeps us limber for the guys."
Lisa sank down into a full split as she faced Candy, her open cunt kissed the gym floor and a thrill zip through her crotch. All around her, other girls were splitting their legs wide their open cunts touched the floor. As each girl rose to a standing position, she left a moist cunt print on the floor, showing where her pussy lips had kissed it.
The lady coach, herself naked, blew her whistle. "All right, group one on the balance beam, two on the bars, three work on your floor exercise, and four on the vault. In ten minutes we'll rotate, so get cracking."
Lisa was excited. She'd always wanted to be a gymnast like those hot girls on television. She could see herself now, kicking her bare legs and wiggling her half naked ass while the crowd went crazy. Afterwards, they'd interview her for the TV audience.
"Candy," the lady coach said, "you take care of Miss Wills. Get her good and warmed up and then take her over for her first lesson. Watch her close, though. You know how wild they can get over new stuff. I've got her scheduled for extended gym, come Monday, so we've got to get her ready fast. Think you can handle it?"
"Yes, ma'am," Candy said.
"Good," said the coach, and she spun on her heels and left them. Lisa watched her walk away.
"What was that all about?" she asked Candy. "Don't I get to swing on the bars today?"
"Let's do some more splits," Candy said, letting her heels slide until she was sitting once more on her cunt. As she hit bottom her tits bounced.
Lisa imitated her, splitting her legs until her cunt once more kissed the floor. They sat facing each other, their legs split sideways to form a straight line.
"Point your toes," Candy said, "Always point your toes. It's sexier, and it drives the guys wild."
Lisa pointed her toes, feeling sexier immediately. She wished some guys were around to see her.
"We'll sit like this for a few minutes," Candy said. "To stretch out our legs. Then we'll do some back bends before we go over to the boys' gym."
"Boys' gym?"
Candy smiled. "Honey, it's time we began your education. You don't know much about Sutton or Sutton High, do you?"
"I'm starting to think I don't," Lisa said. "Well, then you'd better find out. I grew up in this town, so this whole thing is as natural to me as day and night. But a lot of these new chicks coming in freak out."
"Freak out?"
"Yeah," Candy said, and she began to explain. Six years ago, when Candy was younger, Coach Long come to town and took over the athletic directorship of Sutton High. He guaranteed the town athletic fame if he was allowed unrestricted authority over his athletes. The town, sick of seeing their kids wasting away on drugs, gave the coach the go ahead and promised noninterference for one year, during which time the coach would either prove he could do what he said or lose his job.
Coach Long took over. He pulled all the boys out of their classes and trained them in athletics throughout the day, trained them with weights and in gymnastics, wrestling and swimming, and made them do miles and miles of running. He made them go barefooted to strengthen their feet. He made them wear their hair no shorter than shoulder length, because he believed long hair meant strength. As a reward for their adherence to his Spartan discipline, he provided them with girls to fuck. At first the sluttier girls of the school volunteered readily for fuck duty, in exchange for which these girls received credit for classes they never took. But later, after the uncontrolled athletes had fuck a lot of the girls near to death, fewer and fewer girls volunteered. Coach Long, by this time quite powerful for having brought Sutton state championships in several sports, made fuck duty mandatory for all girls at Sutton High. Although many parents were outraged, the majority of parents, along with the school board and city fathers, didn't care what Coach Long did as long as he kept bringing in the trophies and kept turning their boys into college and pro athletes.
Over the years, Coach Long's power increased.
His former athletes manned the Sutton police force now almost entirely. Promising athletes were recruited from all over the state to come to Sutton, and Coach Long even sent scouts out of state. Because boys outnumbered girls by about three-to-one these days, Sutton took in any female it could lay its hands on. Coach Long had the junior high boys training hard now for the day they would become Sutton High athletes. The wily coach titillated the junior high boys, made them hungry, by making a rule that junior high boys must not fuck junior high girls. Junior high boys must wait for high school for the fuck rewards the high school boys received. And thus the junior high boys took to roaming the streets at night to hunt down stray females of high school age or older, whom they would gang rape until they had satisfied their raging, pubescent lusts.
For years now the streets of Sutton had been unsafe for females. But Coach Long didn't mind, and neither did most of Sutton. Sutton had a name now, and vandalism and street drugs were nearly nonexistent. So a few dizzy broads got raped! They should have known better then to be out on Sutton's streets unguarded.
"Your first day of fuck-duty, what they also call extended gym-class, will be Monday," Candy was saying. "That's why we've gotta get you ready this week stretch you out and loosen you up."
Lisa was so excited that she was rubbing her spread crotch on the gym floor. "Ooh, I can hardy wait! All those hunks!"
Candy laughed. "You ever fucked or sucked forty or fifty guys in one day?"
"No," Lisa said, "but I can't wait to try it."
"Maybe you'll change your tune," Candy said, "Once those big cocks start tearing up your holes. We got a freshman in this school with a cock bigger then Coach Long's. Just wait til you see it. You won't believe it."
"Ooh, I hope I get it," Lisa said, wiggling her ass.
"You might change your tune about that, too," Candy said. "Coach brings over junior high girls to get their cherries busted every so often. A cherry bursting fuck is an extra reward for some guy who's really played good ball game or something. Well, they brought in a tight little cherry cunt for the kid with the big cock just to watch him bust a cherry. They said it was like a bubble gum pop when he stuck her, and the little bitch passed out fainted and nearly bled to death."
Lisa winced, then forced a giggle. "Doesn't bother me. I lost my cherry four years ago."
Rusty wiped the sweat off the tip of his nose with his wrist. Shit, even touching his wrist, to his nose hurt. His wrists were still swollen and black and blue. He flexed his hands back and forth slowly, then worked them in circles. They had to get a little bit flexible or he'd never be able to beat his opponent. He shook his hands vigorously, biting his lips from the pain. Damn wrists! If only be could shake the soreness out of them.
The guys in the gym were screaming. It looked like Simpson was going to pin Rogers. Lucky Simpson! The bitch they had waiting for him had tits as big as Old Lady Benton's, and the bitch was a lithe teenager besides.
Rusty looked across the gym to the other action. On the other wrestling mat, Downs, who had won his match earlier, was fucking the shit out of a junior high bitch Coach Long had brought over to have her cherry busted. Maxwell, the big 250-pound tackle who had played so viciously in Saturday's game, had blasted her cherry about an hour ago, and he'd come close to crushing her to death. Rusty had had to laugh when the huge tackle had got so excited that his prick had slipped out of the bitch while he was coming, and he'd shot sideways onto the mat.
Rusty stroked his cock, wishing he was over there in Downs' skin fucking that helpless little junior high bitch. Shit, if he didn't win his match against Canton, he'd have to beat off while Canton got into whatever hot slut Coach Long had lined up for the winner of their match.
The gym door across they way opened, and in walked two naked chicks. Christ, there was that black-haired bitch, Candy Ritz. She had a cunt that sucked like a toilet plunger, and Rusty loved to chew on her hot red nipples. Christ, maybe she was today's prize.
But who was that other chick with Candy? Cute, long, fine blonde hair. Rusty could see it shine way across the gym. Nice ass pointed tits. And she was pretty. Jesus, he'd love to get into her! New girl, though. He'd never seen her before. Too developed and cocky looking to be a junior high chick. Christ, what an ass! He could feel his cock up it already.
Rusty was so preoccupied with the new girl that he didn't see the Simpson-Rogers match end.
"Hey Linx! Donkey dick!" Coach Long bellowed. "You gonna wrestle today or you too busy puffing on your dick?"
Rusty jumped up and ran to the center of the mat. His ten-inch prick stood up at a forty-five degree angle from his loins, but Rusty didn't feel embarrassed today. He was hoping the new chick was looking over at him. He glanced toward her, and she was. He flexed his cock a few times, hoping she knew that he did it for her.
Coach Long blew the whistle, and Rusty tore into Canton.
"Ooh, I've never seen such a big prick," Lisa said, drooling over the cute blond kid with a prick the size of a billy club. Warm juice lubricated her inner thighs. "Ooh, I hope he wins!"
"Lucky bitch!" Candy said. "Cock number one. Right off the bat."
Lisa giggled. "That must be him, then, the one you were telling me about. What's the luscious guy's name?"
"Never mind," Candy snapped. "If he wins, I hope he shoves it up your shit hole until it comes out your mouth."
"No way," Lisa said. A kid at Parcher High had tried to ass fuck her once, and she'd clawed his face up the ass hurt. No way she'd let any boy do that to her not any boy.
The two boys were wrapped around each, other, rolling this way and that on the mat. Sometimes it looked like one was fucking the other one, for the two boys were stark naked and their dicks were stiff as pipes across the gym all the spectators screamed.
The blond kid had the other kid on his back and was driving him down into the mat, by yanking down his jackknifed legs. Coach Long was squirming on his belly, shoving his hand under the downed boy's shoulders. At once the coach whacked the mat and blew his whistle. The wrestlers fell apart, collapsing, and the other boys cheered.
"Lucky bitch!" Candy said, making a face at Lisa. "Think you can handle him? I don't."
"No sweat," Lisa said, shivering all over. The blond kid was on his feet now, and Coach Long had him by the arm and was pointing him toward her. He was smiling.
The boy came trotting over, his monstrous pecker looking even more monstrous with every step. The cock head was purple and the size of an apple. Blue veins bulged along the ivory shaft. The huge cock waved heavily, looking like it might flip the muscular-but-skinny boy forward onto his face. The boy had deep blue eyes. That was the last thing Lisa saw before he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the center of the mat.
As Lisa hit the mat her bones vibrated from the jolt. She bit her tongue.
"Damn you!" she cried.
The boy slapped her face. Her head hit the mat. She tasted blood, and her head swam.
"On your belly, bitch!" the boy said, flipping her over with hot hands, and then he fell on her.
Lisa gasped for breath. He was heavy, crushing her with his burning, sweaty body. His prick felt like a hot arm as it throbbed against her ass. As dizzy as she was, as much as she hated the boy for hitting her, she spread her legs, crazy to feel his cock up her cunt from behind.
The boy's cock prodded between her legs, and Lisa squealed. Shove it in me, she thought. Oh, Goddamn, quick, screw that big beautiful thing up my cunt!
"Grease," the boy muttered. "Somebody grab me some grease."
Lisa moaned. Her cunt was gushing. The mat under her muff was already slippery.
"I don't need grease," she whispered over her shoulder.
"Like hell!" the boy said. "Shut up, bitch!" he spit on her cheek, then yanked her hair.
"Give it to her!" she heard several of the boys shout.
"Goddamn you!" Lisa screamed. "Let me up! I hate you!" She heard dirty laughter. All the guys in the gym were making fun of her. Her head jerked back as the boy on her ass nearly ripped her hair out. Tears ran hot, dawn her cheeks.
Hands grabbed her arms, stretching them out above her on the mat. Hands grabbed her feet, stretching her legs long and spreading them wide. The boy's thumb pressed her ass pucker as if it were a button. Suddenly the boy rammed his thumb up her asshole.
Lisa thrashed. "Goddamn it, stop that!"
More laughter. The boy twisted his thumb inside her, reaming out her asshole. She wanted to kill him. Nobody violated her asshole. It was just something she couldn't bear.
"Here's your grease," she heard a boy say. And a second later she felt the thick goo being slopped between her ass cheeks. The big-cocked stud rubbed it up and down her ass crack and over her bottom. He worked some between her pussy slabs, and for a moment Lisa felt her anger sink away. She caught a sigh before it escaped her throat.
The stud worked his fingers into her pussy. The thick Vaseline like grease let his fingers slip into her easily. Her cunt stretched. The kid had all his fingers inside her. She could feel his knuckles twisting against her pussy lips.
"Ram your whole hand inside her," she heard a boy shout, and she heard excited mutterings all around.
"I'd rather use this," the boy on her ass said, uncorking his fingers from her cunt. And Lisa felt it immediately his pulsating cock head between her pussy lips. It was hot as a coal.
Lisa almost squealed. This was more like it. Shove it in me, she wanted to moan out loud, but she thought it better to keep her mouth shut.
The boy's big cock slid into her, stretching her pussy walls as wide as if he had shoved his whole hand inside her. She felt his hard warm belly mash her ass, felt his apple-sized cock head throb in the pit of her loins. Her cunt ached with the pleasure of the stretch, and Lisa tightened her pussy, wanting to suck the big pleasure organ inside her even deeper. She'd never been stuffed so full of cock, but she wanted even more.
The blond boy began to hump, sliding his hot cock in and out of her like a greased billy club. Lisa squirmed. She couldn't help it. The feel of the boy's cock fucking her made her want to scream. She kept her eyes closed, concentrating on every inch of the monster as it pistoned in her pussy. She could hear the panting of the boy riding her, could hear the heavy breathing of the boys watching her get ploughed, could feel all eyes, all attention on her quivering fucked body. It was all too exciting. She thought of Candy watching, poor jealous little Candy. The feelings in Lisa's pussy were tightening fast. She'd be coming any time now. Just one more fuck. Just one more!
She felt the boy's cock slip completely out of her. Her pussy seemed to gape wide open for a few seconds before the quivering inner walls collapsed.
A sigh passed through the crowd of spectators, as if they were just as disappointed as she was. She heard a grunt and suddenly heard splats close to her ears. Heavy drops like warm rain splashed on her arm. She opened her eyes just in time to see a round of cum spurt from the cock of one of the boys pinning down her arms. He was pumping his cock and shooting off all over the place. She smelled his fresh jism, and her mouth watered. If everybody hadn't been watching her, she'd have licked up as much of his jism as she could reach.
Her fucker fell on her with all his weight, biting her hard on the neck and shoulders. In a second her body prickled from head to toe with goose bumps.
"You got a beautiful ass," the boy half whispered in her ear. "Oh, baby I bet it's as tight as an unpopped cherry cunt."
His huge cock squirmed between her greased ass cheeks as he humped, and Lisa cooed. If he just kept sliding it like that up and down her ass crack, she'd be able to come. Her unplugged sex hole still ached like a tightly wound spring almost anything would set it off. Lisa writhed, rubbing her muff against the juice slick mat, humping her excited ass at the sliding cock.
The boy raised his loins, muttering a string of fuck words. He pressed his greasy cock head to Lisa's pucker, rubbing it in circles. It felt good to Lisa, but she tensed up a little. She hoped he wouldn't try shoving it in. No way he'd get the monster up her ass even if she wanted him to. But she surely didn't want him to. If he tried to push it in, she'd clamp up so tight they wouldn't even be able to shove a crowbar up her.
"Ride her shit hole!" a boy cried.
"Ass fuck that hot bitch!" yelled another.
The big cocked boy leaned into her.
"Nooooo!" Lisa screeched. "Goddamn it, noooooo!" She tensed into a statute, tightened her ass pucker into a knot of steel. They'd have to kill her before she'd loosen up.
"Hot damn, she's tight!" gasped the big-cocked blond. "Great ass! Oh, man!" His spit dripped on her back in warm drools. His burning cock head strained at her ass pucker.
Lisa's head throbbed from the strain of her tensed body. She held her breath, fighting for her life.
"Aieeeeeeh!" screamed the boys. And he crushed her, ramming every inch of his enormous cock up her asshole.
Lisa screamed louder than she'd ever screamed in her life. Her vocal cords felt as if they'd been shredded. The boy's red-hot cock seared the walls of her asshole as it sliced into her. His cock head felt like a lump of glowing coal lodged in the pit of her belly. The pain was intense, flashbulbs exploded in her brain. She gnawed at the leathery mat. It tasted like salted hide.
The boys watching went crazy, screaming for the blonde boy to fuck her to death. Lisa imagined herself as a bull in a bull ring, waiting for the matador to finish her off. She chewed the mat, aware only of the mad screaming and of the red-hot club beginning to slice in and out of her throbbing asshole.
"Oh, Jesus, yeah!" the blond boy muttered, chewing her ear, pumping his steel-hard cock in and out of her. "I love it! Oooh, you're tight! So Goddamn tight!" He jammed his dripping tongue into her ear, then sank his teeth into her cheek.
Lisa gave up. Kill me, she thought. Get it over with quick. She relaxed, letting the boy ravage her body totally.
The boy's tight belly banged her ass. His cock slid almost out of her, then shot back in, stabbing the depths of her belly. Her body shuddered with each savage thrust. The boy grunted and muttered as if he were crazy, biting her, drooling on her, fucking the guts out of her.
Gradually, Lisa's ass began to wiggle, to hump upward to meet the boy's thrusts. It was moving spontaneously, reflexively. Lisa couldn't control it. The moment she had relaxed, her ass had started to respond.
"That's it, baby, wiggle that rump," said the blond boy. "Feels good. Feels real good."
When the boy said that, Lisa felt a prickle of excitement in the pit of her asshole. She wiggled her ass some more now intentionally. As the boy's cock fucked in and out of her, her asshole began to throb with pleasure, with sensations much like those she felt in her cunt when she was getting cunt fucked. She gyrated her ass a few times, making the huge cock screw in and out of her. Oh, that felt good so good!
Fuck me, you beautiful bastard, she thought. "Fuck the Goddamn shit out of me! I want it now. Oh, beautiful!"
The air was filled with clapping now, rhythmic clapping, clapping in time to the blond boy's fucking and to her own rhythmic ass wiggling. Lisa's loins tightened with thousands of wonderful prickling knots of sex-tension. She banged her belly at the mat, humped her ass up and down. She was feeling it now, feeling every incredible fuck movement. She'd never felt anything quite like this. Her asshole flamed with pleasure. She clamped rhythmically with all the muscles of her loins, wanting to suck the boy off, wanting to feel his hot stud jism fill her asshole, wanting to milk his balls dry with her sucking fuck crazy shit hole.
The blond boy's cock throbbed wildly. He panted and grunted louder, beginning to sound like a wild young bull. He gnawed Lisa's neck, pinching the muscles, tearing at the skin. His hard young belly quivered against her back.
"I'm gonna come," he muttered. "Goddamn, I can feel it! Oh, balls, Jeeeesus!" His cock squirted out long, hot spears of it – zinging the depths of Lisa's asshole.
"Shoot it!" Lisa gasped. "Oh, stud, shoot it in me!" She wiggled bet ass in wild circles, sucking the jism out of the boy's contracting monster.
The crowd of spectators stomped the gym floor with their bare feet. They cheered as if for a halfback running fifty yards for a touch down. Some of the boys groaned. She could hear jism splatting the mat, could smell jism in the air, could feel stray droplets of the hot boy's fluid pelt her face. The boy riding her ass cried out, shooting round after round of jism up her tingling ass.
Lisa giggled, screwing her ass in circles around the boy's spurting cock. Could she handle it? Candy had asked. Could she handle it? Oh shit! Oh, wow! Her asshole flamed with sex feeling. Her cunt sucked as if it were getting fucked. Her nipples screwed into the mat like stiff spikes. Her toes prickled. She pointed them, feeling sexier. A gob of hot cum splashed against her lips. As she licked it off and swallowed it, the blond boy blasted more jism up her asshole. The wound springs of sex tension saturating her loins let go. She whined with orgasm. "Eeeeeeeeeh!"
Her eyes rolled, wobbling in their sockets. Her toes curled. She churned her ass around the blond boy's enormous cock. She'd never felt better in her life. Not ever! No way!