desk seat.
Lisa humped at his toe-fucking foot. Pussy juice ran out of her cunt, lubricating her desk seat. Her ass gyrated easily on the oiled wood. She kept her eyes on the boy's throbbing cock, watched the purple head bloat up like a balloon, watched the swollen nuts jump in their sac.
Shoot it! she wanted to cry out. Let me see that thick cream fly.
She grabbed the boy's hot foot and tried to ram his big toe deeper up her cunt. She wished she could feel his whole squirming foot inside her. Her cunt and asshole and loins swam with sex sensations. She felt the tip of her spine tingling. All at once she was coming.
She felt her eyes rolling. Her vision got blurry. She felt like rolling up into a ball and crushing the almost painful sensations out of her pussy. But all she could do in this situation was to hold onto the boy's foot and squirm, holding back her cries of pleasure. As her spasms began lessening in intensity as her vision started to clear, the boy's cock started to spurt.
The boy's brown body stiffened, the muscles of his abdomen defining themselves as if carved in stone. As his white cum burst in thick ropes from his cock, his eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. His cum splashed against his chin, his chest, his armor like abdomen, laying on the sweaty brown flesh like gobs of pearly-white grease. Lisa counted his ejaculations: seven hard, heavy, thick ones, then five more little ones in which the cum oozed out more than it spurted. When the boy finished coming, he pulled his dripping toe out of Lisa's cunt, sat panting for several moments, then looked at her.
'Lick it off,' he said.
Lisa stared at him, not really sure what he was talking about.
'Get over here and lick the jizz off me,' he said. 'I ain't gonna tell you again.'
Lisa struggled out of her seat her ankles still bound by her jeans. As she pressed up close to the boy to lick the cum off his brown skin, she could feel his heat, could smell his sweat. She began to lick, catching the warm gobs of jism and swallowing them. When she'd finished licking off his chest and belly and chin, she sucked the cum off his cock, then chewed off his hand. He smelled like cock and jism.
Lisa felt like moaning out loud. She'd lick the boy's sexy body all day and all night if she could. She nuzzled down under his arm and licked at his armpit. The boy pushed her away.
'Get dressed, bitch,' he said. 'You've had enough.'
CHAPTER FOUR
It would be Rusty's first time on the rack. He'd participated before in giving other guys the punishment, but he never thought he'd one day be put on the rack himself. If only he'd have made the interception Saturday they wouldn't be strangling his wrists with the coarse brown ropes now, the ropes that reminded Rusty of hangmen's nooses. They might as well have been nooses for the guys were going to hang him – not by the neck, but by the wrists.
The locker room was dimly lit, like a dungeon. The heavy humid air smelled mostly of sweat and the medicinal scent of the powder pit the pit where the athletes at Sutton High painted their feet with tuffskin pounded their feet in the powder like incensed bulls in the ring then tugged on their black football shoes, the shoes they only wore for games. Coach Long allowed shoes only for games. At all other times the boys of Sutton High, the athletes, for every boy in the school was an athlete went barefooted. They rock climbed the treacherous bluffs above Sutton barefooted. They ran miles every day up and down roads of sharp pebbles and gravel barefooted. They wore shoes only as part of the required uniform for competition in such sports as football and basketball. Track and cross-country they ran shoeless. At all other times, any Sutton boy caught with shoes on would be skinned alive. Coach Long insisted that his athletes have tough feet. Rusty wondered whether one day the coach would have them all dancing on broken Coke battles.
'OK, haul him up,' said one of Rusty's teammates, and Rusty felt the ropes jerk. His arms flew upward, nearly yanked out of their shoulder sockets. Suddenly he found himself hanging from the isometric rack. He wasn't completely suspended. He stood on tiptoe. But his shoulders were already aching, and he felt vulnerable. His balls hung there waiting to be popped. He prayed that the guys didn't get too carried away today and sock him in the nuts.
Coach Long came out of his office. The former pro football player and pro wrestler was as naked as all the rest of the guys in the locker room, as naked as Rusty himself not a stitch on. The coach looked seven feet tall and as muscular as King Kong, and the coach was hairy hairy chest, hairy belly, a bush of brown-gold hair around his cock. The coach's cock swung like a big salami as he walked, and his ball-sac was bigger than his fist. When Rusty saw the set of big sex organs, he winced. Coach Long was proud of his stud organs too proud. Rusty knew that Coach Long hated him, hated him because his own cock and balls were even bigger than the coach's.
The half-dozen boys leapt aside as the big coach lumbered through their midst. The coach had that wicked smile on his face, the mean grin that all the boys feared. He planted himself in front of Rusty, hands on hips, and looked down at him.
'Well, well, what have we here? Linx is it?' Rusty's last name was Lennox, but the coach had given him the name Linx.
'Yes sir,' Rusty said. The ropes were cutting into his wrists. He was stretched out so long he could hardly breathe.
The coach glanced down at Rusty's cock. He maintained his mean grin, but Rusty could sense a scowl behind the facade. He looked Rusty right in the eyes.
'How long you been in Sutton, Linx?'
'Two months, sir, since the first of August.'
'And why'd you come here?'
'To play football, sir. To wrestle. To run track.'
'So, you been here two months, and you come to play football. Ain't you been training, Linx?'
'Yes sir. Ten hours a day, sir.'
'Then why ain't you playing football, Linx? You call what you did Saturday playing football? Answer me, Linx.'
'No sir. I'm sorry, sir.'
'Being sorry ain't good enough around here, Linx. Round here we ain't never sorry. We ain't never sorry cause we don't never do nothing to be sorry for. Understand me, Linx?'
He shook his head. 'Linx, you don't deserve Sutton High. You know what Sutton High is, Linx?'
'Yes sir. The best school in the state, sir.' Sutton High was the best school in the state when it came to athletics. Since Coach Long had become Head Football Coach and Athletic Director, Sutton High had been nearly unbeatable in all team sports. In the six years since Coach Long had joined the school, Sutton High had won more trophies than any one school in the entire history of interscholastic athletics in the state. Boys ran away from home to live in Sutton and to join Sutton High's athletic teams and Sutton took them in, legally or illegally. Rusty himself had come to Sutton in hopes of becoming a great athlete.
'And you think you deserve to play varsity football with the best team in the state when you're only a freshman? A half-pint?'
'No sir. Thank you sir.'
The coach scowled. 'You think you're something special, Linx, because you got a dick like a donkey.'
'No sir.'
'What would you be if we was to cut off your dick, Linx?'
'I don't know, sir.' For the first time since he'd been strung up, Rusty felt like crying. He swallowed down the sobs that had risen up out of nowhere.
'You wouldn't be nothing, Linx. Not a nothing. Let me hear you say it.'
'I wouldn't be nothing, sir.'
The coach smiled, looking pleased. 'Linx, you jacked off since the game Saturday?'
'No sir.'
'You done any fucking?'
