Melanie was in her stretch leotard. The search for Phantom hadn't been successful, although there had been moments of delirious passion. Each time Melanie remembered how she had crawled to the floor of the school bus and given Frank Samuels a blowjob, she still smiled knowingly to herself.
But the moments of wild passion could not make up for the fact that she still had not found the two men who had come into the dance room and forced themselves upon her. She recalled how she had given both men head, turning her face this way and that, always taking a cock into her hot mouth no matter how she moved. And then she thought of what it had been like to be suspended in midair, two powerful cocks reaming her body, jamming into her cunt and virgin asshole.
She had intended on dancing, hoping to exercise her frustrations away. But now, with her mind spinning from one thing to the next, she decided a walk was in order before she tried any serious practicing.
Melanie only had one free hour. Outside, the air was warm and Melanie felt a brew caressing her flesh. The leotard's leg holes were cut extremely high on her thighs and behind the ripe melons of her asscheeks were almost completely exposed. Her long, dark, hair flowed down her back.
A devilish twist of exhibitions ism entered Melanie's mind as she caught several boys gawking at her. The leotard squeezed her tits to her chest, the stretch material highlighting her small areolas and bud-like nipples.
"Hey, you! Hey, you girl!"
The voice seemed to come from the heavens. Melanie looked around, not knowing who was talking to her.
"Up here, dummy!"
Looking up into the coach's tower overlooking the football practice field, Melanie saw Coach Knowles leaning over the railing. He looked mad as hell.
"Yes… sir," Melanie said, adding the sir only when she noticed how angry Knowles was.
"What the hell do you think you're doing here? Can't you tell my boys can't practice with you tramping round out here?"
Melanie shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the next. Now that she stopped to think about it, it was pretty foolish for her to be dressed as she was in front of the football team while they exercised.
"I'm sorry, Coach Knowles," Melanie said in apology. "I'll go back inside."
"You're Melanie Carlton, right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Getup here. I want to talk to you. You can't get off so easy."
Melanie went to the ladder leading up to the coach's tower. She felt both silly and ashamed now that she wore so little clothing outside.
The limber, athletic young girl ascended the ladder, her breathing slowly accelerating as she wondered what kind of punishment Coach Knowles intended on dishing out. Melanie had heard stories of how rough he was on his football players.
When she reached the top of the ladder, Coach Knowles was standing in his jogging shorts, a baseball cap on his head, the school's logo on the crown of the cap. The gray sweater he won also had the school's logo, as well as the motto, on it. He didn't look happy, not at all.
"Honestly, sir, I'm terribly sorry if I've made you angry."
Melanie was truthfully sorry, thought not because of anything she had done – like showing off her lean, girlish body. She was only sorry she had gotten caught doing it.
"I suppose you think that's going to be all it takes to get you off the hook." Coach Knowles had a mean, evil glint in his eyes. "Is that what you think? A rich bitch like you simply says she's sorry and then everything is okay again? Well, Miss Rich Bitch, you're dead fucking wrong this time!"
Miss Rich Bitch? The words burned in Melanie's cars. And there was something besides the words that struck a familiar note in Melanie's mind, something that scared and excited her.
Could Coach Knowles be Phantom?
No, Melanie thought. Coach Knowles couldn't be Phantom – but he could be Trouble. There were similarities both in the insulting words he used and the tone of his voice that reminded the longhaired teenager of the masked man who had forced her to accept his brutal cock into her asshole.
A slight tremble worked its way up Melanie's spine as she stood before Coach Knowles. Her hands unconsciously went to the elasticized leg holes of the leotard, puffing the fabric down over her asscheeks a little more, hiding as much of the succulent moons as possible.
"What do you think I should do to you… as punishment for your crime of lewd behavior?"
The coach's tower had a solid three-foot wooden wall surrounding it on all four sides. Melanie knew that if she got down low enough, the football players practicing on the field below wouldn't be able to see her. And, judging from the expression in Coach Knowles' eyes, she was in for a punishment that included fucking – especially if Coach Knowles really was Trouble.
"I-I don't know, Coach Knowles," Melanie replied, her voice holding a quivering quality. "I'm really very sorry, sir. I didn't mean to disturb your players."
"Get down on your knees," the coach said, his voice harsh, commanding. "Get down there so my boys can't see anyone as filthy as you. I don't want them seeing your shaved pussy."
That was it? That was the confirmation Melanie needed. The only possible why Coach Knowles would know that Melanie shaved her pussy was if he'd been one of the two men who had raped her in the dance room!
Melanie's mind was working furiously as she got down on her knees. She had to keep her knowledge of Coach Knowles' other identity a secret from him. She'd tell Maria Towne and Sandy Hamilton later – after she'd finished with her "punishment". Then the three of them could decide what course of action would be best to take.
On her knees, Melanie's face was at crotch level to Coach Knowles. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was going to say next, so Melanie said the words for him.
"You want a blow-job, right? You want me to suck your cock?"
"For a rich cunt you're not too dumb," Coach Knowles said contemptuously. "Get to it, and keep your head down. I don't want my boys knowing how much of a slutty tramp you are."
Melanie did exactly as she was told. She pulled the coach's jogging shorts down to his thighs, dragging his jock along with it. His prick was exactly like Melanie knew it would be – big, nice in girth, a cockhead fat and conical.
The cock wasn't completely hard yet. Melanie put her hands on her naked thighs, bringing her mouth to the pricktip. She puckered her lips and kissed the rubbery knob. The cock leaped in response, growing rapidly, proving to Melanie that she was one hot, erotic young girl.
"Suck me, damn you!" Coach Knowles hissed, wanting to feel his throbbing dong shoving full-length in her cute face.
Melanie, keeping her hands on her thighs, flicked her tongue out. She lapped at the cockhead and the coach's prickrod sprang up, jutting out from his waist. Looking up, she saw that he was watching his players, pretending to be unaware of what was happening to his cock.
Opening her mouth wide, Melanie sucked the crown of his cockpole between her lips. She rubbed the bottom of the cockhead with her tongue, squeezing the shaft just behind the knob, using her lips to tantalize the cock while her tongue worked its magical wonders.
Melanie purred, making no attempt to hide how much she enjoyed sucking cock. She bobbed her face, dragging her glistening lips back and forth over the sensitive rim of the cockhead. Her pink, dancing tongue continued its erotic treatment, making the coach's cock quiver and wag with excitement.
"Eat my meat, you rich fucking cunt!" Coach Knowles hissed, grabbing the edge of the tower.
He glanced down and saw his prick sink deep into Melanie's innocent-looking face. Her dark, wavy hair streamed down her back in two silky pigtails. He saw how the girl's naturally red lips alternately squeezed then relaxed around the stem of his sizzling prick.
She pushed her face forward, feeling the cockhead pressing her tongue to the bottom of her mouth until it nudged her. Melanie cooed softly, salivating freely around the delicious column of cockmeat, rubbing her tongue against the flesh to savor its manly flavor. Her nipples were bumps in the tight-fitting leotard, clear and unmistakable signs of her satisfaction. If this was punishment for walking around in inappropriate clothing, then Melanie was going to wear her leotard every day of the week!
The pussyjuice as pooling in Melanie's cunt. She could feel the slick oil making her cuntlips moist and ready for Trouble's prick. Her panties were sticking to the naked petals of her hot cunthole.
Melanie had given Frank Samuels a blowjob on the bus until he blew his nuts off in her mouth. With Trouble, she wanted to feel his throbbing cock slicing into her body, skewering her pussy – or maybe even her asshole, like he had when he raped her. A simple, tongue-pleasing blow-job wasn't enough to satisfy Melanie's urges this time around.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked, sounding terribly innocent. "Is that going to be part of my punishment, too?"
"You little fucking tramp!" Coach Knowles hissed, nearly spitting out the words. "I'll teach you some respect!"
Melanie was shocked by Coach Knowles' attack. He grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her backward, causing her to fall on her ass. Her legs tumbled out from beneath her and the coach was immediately between her slender thighs, pressing her body down hard against the wooden floor of the tower.
"Wait! Don't!" Melanie protested, loud enough so only the coach could hear her. "Don't be so rough!"
Her words went unheeded. Even Melanie knew it was useless to argue with the horny teacher with the throbbing prick that glistened with moisture from her own mouth.
When Coach Knowles put his hand between Melanie's thighs, she had expected him to – aside the crotch of her leotard so he could pound her lean body with his own as he reamed her tight, hairless cunthole. What she did not expect for the coach to do was rip the crotch out of her leotard.
"Shut the fuck up, cunt!" Knowles hissed vehemently.
Melanie felt the heat of his pulsating cock against her thigh. Then the huge, swollen, bullet-shaped cockhead struck her naked cuntlips.
"Awwwwwww!" Melanie gasped as the long, unyielding prickpole forced her juicy cuntlips apart, stabbing into the tight channel of her pussyhole.
Whatever worries Melanie had about having a ripped leotard vanished as she felt the throbbing, rigid cock skewering her cunt, driving furiously into her body on the very first lunge. Coach Knowles' broad chest crushed her pert, little titties even flatter to her body. Hot, erotic tingles of pleasure came from Melanie's lusty nipples as the coach writhed above her, slamming his crotch down into the succulent valley of her thighs, reaming her shaved cunt.
"Kiss me, you rotten slut!"
Melanie turned her face toward Coach Knowles and his mouth was instantly against hers. His tongue pried apart her lips, delving into her mouth. Melanie tasted the man's mouth, her cunt getting even wetter as she kissed.
The harsh thrusts of cockmeat into her cunt, despite the hard floor beneath her, felt magnificent to Melanie. She squirmed, wrapping her arms around Coach Knowles' neck, sucking on his tongue as he pummeled her pussy with his cock. She raised her feet and hooked them together behind Knowles' thrashing ass, using her cunt muscles to squeeze the prick that stabbed her naked pussy with jackhammer thrusts.
"Uh! Ohhhhhhh! You cunt, you're really hot!" Coach Knowles groaned.
He skewered the girl's clutching pussy with his prick. He could feel her shaved cuntlips tugging and squeezing his cockshaft, working his prick over, making the jism boil in his big, free swinging balls. Each time he reamed the young girl's cunt, his hairy nut sac flopped against her taut asscheeks.
"F-fuck me," Melanie gasped, tearing her mouth away from the coach's.
She clawed his back with her fingers and squeezed his thrashing hips with her thighs. Her hips felt bruised by the hard surface that she was bouncing against, but Melanie didn't care. If having bruises on her hips was necessary to discover the identity of Trouble she figured it was a small price to pay.
When Coach Knowles pushed a hand between their bodies, rubbing Melanie's tit through her leotard, it added fuel to the raging fire of lust in the girl's pussy. Her hard, itching nipple fairly crackled with a life of its own, sending electricity throughout her body, heating her up, pushing her closer to the brink of orgasm.
"Uh! Fucking cunt! Fuck you hard!" the coach hissed as he reamed Melanie's hot, moist, deliciously fuckable pussy.
Melanie's long brown hair was spread out around her head like a luxurious mane as she writhed in bliss beneath the brutal, demanding coach. She tried to concentrate on her hatred for the man who had shoved his cock into her asshole until her whole body rocked in agony, but she couldn't think back that far. It was impossible for her to think of anything but the hard, slick prick that spread her creamy white cuntlips, driving the bulbous cockhead far into her passion-hungry body.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Melanie chanted, her spermy lips close to Coach Knowles' ear.
The girl unhooked her ankles, keeping her knees pointed up. She kicked her feet out, spreading her legs even wider. Her pink ballet slippers and ankle-high white socks had an innocent, virginal quality to them. But Melanie's torn leotard, shaved cunt and squirming motions of sheer bliss gave off an entirely different impression.
"Yes," Melanie said, the words coming out in gasps.
The young girl could feel Coach Knowles' cockhead slamming deep into her pussy, ramming hard against her womb, filling her seething fuckhole. She quivered, her fingers digging into the taut muscles of his ass, pulling him down so he would skewer her pussy even harder than before.
Melanie wanted it all. She wanted the coach's cum, she wanted his cock, and she wanted his tongue in her mouth. If he could have fucked her in the ass and pussy at the same time, she would have wanted that, too. Anything Trouble desired, Melanie Carlton was willing to give.
"I'm going to give it to you, baby!" Coach Knowles whispered, his knees hurting from rubbing against the wooden floor of the tower.
He threw himself down at Melanie, pounding her crotch with his own, sinking his red-hot prick into her cunt until his cum-churning balls slapped hard against her puckered asshole.
"Yessss! If that's my punishment, give it to me!" Melanie replied.
The volcano-like eruptions of molten cum showered Melanie's slick cuntal walls, jetting against her womb, spewing hotly from Coach Knowles' overheated balls. She quivered, churning her hips to take the gushing cock into her pussy from different angles as he pumped his prickrod to the hilt in her cunthole.
The coach slammed his torso down against Melanie, sliding between her thighs, driving his cock into her shaved pussy until his balls slapped into the valley of her asscheeks. He thrust his tongue between Melanie's lips and she greedily sucked on it like it was his cock, nibbling as her pussy became deluged with the thick, gooey eruptions.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Coach Knowles sighed, his cheek against Melanie's as he rested his body down atop hers.
Melanie relaxed. Her arms flopped straight out from her sides, her legs spread, feet on the floor of the tower with her knees angled up slightly. The coach remained on top of her, his weight now making it difficult for her to breathe. She hated him and loved him at the same time. His breath was like fire against her cheek. She could feel his heart racing against her tits.
"May I leave now?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah… sure. Get the fuck outta here!" When the coach rolled over, getting off Melanie's body, she inspected her leotard. The narrow section of fabric between her legs had been ripped away, exposing the pink, hairless petals of her cunt. How she would get back into the school, and once there, into the girls' locker room, without anyone seeing her was a complete mystery.