"So what do we do with them?" asked Ellen. She brushed a strand of dark hair out of her eyes. The water had drenched her. But she liked the wet feel it gave her skin. And when it slid over a man's skin, it thrilled her to the core of her being.
"Can't leave them. We're coaches. We're responsible for making sure this generation grows up big and strong."
"So help me get them into the locker room. We'll go have a drink."
The two dragged the bound Ron and Melinda into the locker room and set up one of the benches. The long wooden plank was just the thing for Sid.
He took out his roll of adhesive tape again. Pulling off a couple feet, he told Ellen, "Get Goldilocks spread out on the bench."
"And you really mean spread out, I suppose?" There was a wicked glint in her eyes. She was beginning to enjoy this.
"Yeah. One leg on each side of the seat so her cunt's spread wiiiide!"
Quick turns of the tape fastened Melinda's legs to the legs of the bench. Another turn of tape around her belly held her down on the rough wood plank. Sid eyed his handiwork and smiled.
"Now for the finale. Get Blue Balls and have him straddle his sister's face. I want him facing her feet, though."
Standing Ron upright was something of a chore for Ellen but she succeeded. Ron's ankles were bound to the other legs of the bench. Bending him forward put his face directly in his sister's snatch.
"That's the way I want him." Another twist of tape over Ron's back held the boy down so he couldn't move his head away from his sister's cunt.
The two were bound into a 69 position.
"Well, how do you like it?" Sid asked Ellen.
She began fondling his balls. "I think I like both of them, the kids, too," she said.
"Sex maniac. Let's fuck!"
"You promised me a drink first. Then… let's fuck!"
Laughing, the two coaches left Ron and Melinda to their own devices.
Ron took a few minutes to recover his senses. He hadn't exactly passed out.
It took only a few minutes to realize the fix they were in. His back hurt from the unnatural position. He guessed his sister wasn't in the best of condition, either. Not with her twat split this wide open – and all for him.
The noises from the office told of what the two coaches were doing. They were getting progressively drunker and beginning to fuck. The sloppy noises could have been either whiskey in glasses sloshing around – or a cock driving hard up a juicy quim.
Ron thought he knew which it was.
His sister stirred, then groaned.
"Sis, are you still with me?"
"Oh, God, I hurt. I hurt all over. And my poor pussy hurts worst of all. What have they done to us?"
"Looks bad unless we can loosen the adhesive tape and get free. Is there any slack in the tape you can feel?"
"None," came her disappointing answer. "But won't they hear us if we do try to escape?"
"The way they're going at it, they wouldn't hear a bull elephant charging them. And they're getting drunk, too. That's in our favor."
"What should we do?"
The boy thought for a moment. He was continually being distracted by the nearness of his sister's twat. Finally, he decided there was no reason they couldn't combine a little pleasure with their escape attempt.
If anything, the wild physical release of orgasm might give them enough strength to break free of their taped bonds.
"Just start wiggling all over. Don't fight directly against the tape. That'll only tighten it. Wiggle, yeah, that's the way!"
And he felt his prick getting hard at the way she was wiggling. Her ass was scooting around on the wooden bench in the most erotic way possible. He couldn't possibly miss it. His face was just inches away.
"Ron! You're getting a boner!"
"Hell, yes," he moaned. "The sight I'm seeing is getting to me. Ummm, hey, you don't have to suck an me!"
"But I want to. After what that bitch did, you deserve it!"
He wasn't going to tell her she couldn't. Her mouth was so soothing – and at the same time, stimulating. He felt his hips begin to twitch with renewed vigor as soon as her wet mouth clamped onto the end of his cock. It was the very thing he needed to keep going.
He relaxed his neck a little and let his face bury itself in her snatch. It didn't take more than a few seconds before he was greeted with a flow of juice leaking from between her labia.
He began licking.
The taste of her cunt juice turned him on. He could feel the adrenaline surging through his veins. Strength returned to him. He might not have found the Fountain of Youth, but it was damn near as good!
He began slurping loudly, not caring if anyone heard. This was too good to pass up. Besides, what his sister was doing to his cock deserved a little eating out in return.
He captured her clit with his tongue. He pushed it around a bit, then moved it over to where he could suck it into his mouth. The erectile tissue quavered with lust. He sucked harder and let it slip between his lips.
Kissing it, he gave it the full attention he could offer. The slippery little organ was throbbing with life now. And it was his mouth that caused it to twitch so!
The girl had been dog-tired. And he was bringing her out of it. Him, her very own brother and he was doing it with his mouth fastened over her twat.
A convulsive shudder hit his body. He shouldn't be doing this. As much as he loved his sister – lusted after her fowl – this was incest. It was wrong. It was a sin.
"Are you okay, darling? Your body's shaking like a leaf."
"Umph, just fine. Loving every second of this."
"So am I!"
Her earnest young voice convinced him that anything feeling this good couldn't possibly be evil. Sure, they'd been forced into it at first. But not now. They both knew what they wanted and they wanted each other!
He didn't say another word. His mouth showed her exactly the way he felt about her.
The salty juices oozing from her twat spurred him on. His tongue worked from her clit to the flaps of her labia and then back to her perineum. Here, he lavished great care.
Tiring of this, he worked even deeper between the twin globes of her buttocks. Wiggling and twisting his tongue around, he managed to get it forced into her asshole.
The tight little muscle felt like a vise around his tongue. The thick ring of muscle clamped feverishly on him. He had to twitch a little to work his tongue up his sister's anus. The minute he did, he tasted something thick on his tongue.
He tongue-fucked her ass a couple times, then it hit him. This was his very own cum! He'd just finished whitewashing the girl's rectum and this was his jism.
Then all such thoughts became tangled in his brain. The feelings from having her sucking on his cock began to reach him. The warmth had spread. Like thick oil on water, it totally coated his senses and moved sluggishly throughout his loins.
Her mouth was one in a million. Her tongue worked avidly on the tip of his cock. Her teeth stroked the sides of his pecker until he was about ready to cream in her mouth. Then she soothed his ravaged cock with her soft lips. Kissing and licking, she relaxed him – and excited him at the same time.
He had to tell her how much he got off on what she was doing. But if he did, he'd have to abandon his post at her asshole. He was reluctant to take his tongue out of her.
She settled the matter for him while he was flexing his tongue as far up her rear as he could get it.
She came.
Her entire body convulsed and then began bucking wildly. If they hadn't been, tied down to the bench, he would have been thrown off so violent was her cum. As it was, he last position at her ass. He had to settle for her cunt. The sudden flow of her juices made a tasty treat for him. He continued sucking and licking as his sister rocked through the ultimate of human delights.
Then when her orgasm had subsided a little, he managed to say, "I think you're super, Sis. I love the way your mouth works all over my cock. But, damnit, it tickles when you kiss my balls!"
She was panting hard. The climax had momentarily robbed her of breath. Then she said, "I'm just trying to please!"
"You're doing that. And even more, I think the tape loosened a little while you were cumming."
"Really? Let's try it again and see what happens!" she said, cheerful for the first time in hours.
The suction she applied to his cock was enough to cause her cheeks to hollow.
The taste of his prick, though, was worth ill the effort she was expending. For her brother, she'd do anything. And for a cock as tasty as his, it was a double treat.
She licked off the caked white cum that had been left after he fucked her ass. She quickly finished off this dried treat and sought his balls. The girl knew they must be sorer than hell by now. The woman had tortured him in every way possible. He should be about ready for some tender loving care – and who was better able to give it to him than his very own sister!
She licked. She sucked. She used her tongue in ways seldom thought of by other women. And she was driving him wild with excitement.
His body had been tired out earlier. Now it was as alive as it had been the first time he'd ever had sex with a woman. Every nerve was firing out a constant message of joy. And the soothing way his sister's tongue worked on his balls was alternated by totally arousing little nips and, the constant suction of her lips.
"Damn, Sis, I… I can't stand much more. I'm gonna cum!"
"Don't!" she told him. "Hold off. Maybe if we both hit our peaks together, we can break free of the tape."
"I d-don't know. My balls are on fire, thanks to you. And my cock's going to blast apart any second now."
She worked back to the end of his prick. The purpled acorn on the end was throbbing with life. There was no doubting her brother was all man. A real stud. And she loved the way his cock jumped around. It was everything she could do to keep it between her feverish lips.
But she did.
She had to. It was important that they free themselves. The adhesive tape binding her legs and body was beginning to chafe. Her skin was already raw where the tape had bound her wrists together for so long.
And her tits! They throbbed horribly where the man had put the tape, then brutally ripped it off. She'd thought he was going to yank her nipples off with the tape.
But that was all past history now. She had the future to look forward to. The future – with her brother.
She stopped sucking an his prick for a moment to let him get control of himself. The frantic jerking of his cock slowed a bit. During this time, though, he continued eating her out. The girl was in a constant turmoil inside. Her guts were churning from the way he was wing his tongue.
She felt the wetness of his mouth kissing her pussy-lips. He sucked off same of her juices, then shoved his tongue – hard – up her cunt. Tonguefucking her sent arrows of delight shooting into her body. She was coming alive just like he was.
Tired a little while ago, she was regaining her strength. And it was all because of Ron. His eager mouth was giving her back lost vitality. Every single time his rough, pink tongue stabbed deep into her quint, she shuddered.
She could even feel the tape cutting into her belly and ankles and wrists as she rocked under the tongue lashing he was giving her. But it was worth it. She ignored the slight pain in favor of the greater pleasure.
If anything, it made the pleasure all the more intense.
When he got back to her clit, she realized how potent that little organ was. Sucking and licking as he was doing was lighting the fuse to the powder keg hidden in her young body. She felt as if she were being pumped up with air. Her guts were expanding, expanding to the limits of her senses.
She groped for and found his prick dancing around just scant inches from her mouth. She sucked as she'd never sucked in her life. The girl gave her brother the finest blow job any man has ever received.
She felt the salty tang of his cum erupting in her mouth – then the world was blotted out. She came, too.
Locked together in their mutual cum, they strained and bucked and writhed powerfully against their adhesive tape bonds. They didn't realize the force of their orgasm.
When Ron was able to focus his eyes again, he found the strip of tape around his body had been broken as he hunched up to shove his cock even deeper into his sister's mouth.
And Melinda discovered one of her ankles had broken free during the brief but intense orgasm.
"Ron? Can you get loose?"
"I think so. The tape around my wrist slipped. I don't know if it was from sweat or the shower or if I busted it loose when I came, but I… there! Free!"
He straightened up and looked around. The two coaches were in the office sprawled on the desk. They seemed to be asleep. Ron didn't take any chances. He bent back down over his sister and fumbled her legs free of the tape. It was a long process; the circulation in his hands was only slowly returning and it felt as if millions of hot needles were being thrust into his skin.
But at last, his sister was free – and so was he. It was time for them to have their revenge on the two teachers.
And the form of his revenge had nothing to do with turning them in to the principal.