did what he commanded, you answered yes sir or no sir.
For a moment, the room went silent. For a moment, Rusty even forgot his cock. He got ready to die. Coach Long was sure to use his balls for a punching bag until he passed out. Then the coach would cut off his cock, silt his throat, and throw him to the dogs. Rusty had never been more sure of anything. He dropped his chin to his chest, wishing he were dead already.
Coach Long guffawed. 'So donkey dick wants some cunt. So donkey dick thinks he's learned his lesson.' He paused looking around at the wide eyed boys. 'Well then, lets give donkey dick what he wants.'
Rusty couldn't believe what he was hearing. From hell to heaven in one second. He couldn't believe it. His prick danced. He thought he could hear the ten-inch monster barking like an excited dog.
Coach Long pointed to the girl on the noose in the powder pit. 'Cut her loose,' he said, and the boys freed her.
Rusty's cock banged his belly. His nuts did flips in his bulging sac. He could already feel the girl's hot cunt wrapped around his cock. They'd pick her up and impale her on his cock, and he'd blast off and blow her head off. Spit ran out of his mouth and dripped from his chin.
'Cunt!' he muttered. 'Hot cunt!'
'Bend her in two,' the coach said. 'Donkey dick wants cunt, so that's just what he's gonna get.'
The boys forced the girl's head down to her knees, turning her into a big ripe waving cunt. She'd be extra- tight that way, Rusty knew. He groaned, waiting for his buddies to pick her up and shove her right down on his cock. His cock felt as big as a fence post.
The boys picked her up, bringing her red dripping cunt toward him. Rusty was so excited he thought he might pass out. His balls were crackling inside as if each contained a pack of exploding firecrackers. The boys raised the folded girl, ready to ram her down on Rusty's cock.
'Higher,' Coach Long said. 'Shove the bitch's ass in his mouth. Donkey dick is gonna suck her ass until she comes. Then he's gonna suck off these other five bitches. I don't care if it takes all night.'
Before Rusty could fully comprehend what the coach had said, he found his nose buried between the girl's hot ass cheeks, found his mouth filled with dripping slabs of cunt. He could hear Coach Long and the boys laughing. He could hear the bitches cheer. He could hear the bitch whose cunt was smothering him beginning to cum. Damn that bitch! He ought to bite her cunt lips right off and spit them out, but there was nothing to do except suck and lick until she blew off. He knew that, if need be, the coach would have him here sucking cunt until his hair turned from blond to gray. So he sucked.
The girl's cunt stank with cunt juice. The juices ran out of her like water out of a spring in the woods, ran out of her cunt and out of her asshole.
'Suck that bitch,' Coach Long said, laughing, and all the guys laughed with him. Rusty hated the guys for laughing at him, but he knew that if he was in their place he'd be laughing too.
The bitch's ass was as ripe and hot as a sow's ass in heat. Her entire ass and cunt were throbbing red. As Rusty drilled his tongue up her cunt, she squealed like a ripe young sow getting an old boar's red prick cork screwed into her. Rusty gnawed into her pussy slabs, pistoned his tongue in and out of her fucked his nose into her asshole. The bitch was close already. He sucked hard, trying to suck her inside out, the bitch cried out and spasmed, her cunt slabs quivering and flapping like a pair of meaty wings. As she came, her cunt gushed. Hot pussy juice and jism filled Rusty's mouth, waterfalled over his chin and down his chest and belly. He tried to spit it out, but couldn't help swallowing half of it.
When the bitch had cooled down and stopped her gibbering, the boys threw her back into, the powder pit where she lay panting and cooing in a cloud of white powder. Before Rusty had time to catch his breath his buddies had another bitch's wiry-bushed cunt plastered to his face, nearly scouring the skin off his nose and cheeks. Rusty began eating out the bitch immediately.
It seemed like hours later that Rusty was licking out the last girl's pussy. His face was sore his tongue ached. He had a bellyful of cunt juice. Strangely, however, his prick was still up and waving now more excited than ever. He was suddenly really liking this pussy eating. In fact, he was beginning to regret that this pussy was his last. As he sucked out her cunt, he imagined himself sucking out the cunts of all the girls at Sutton High. The thought made his cock nearly split down the middle. His balls nearly jumped out of their sac.
The girl squealed, squirting pussy juice and jism out of here cunt and asshole. Her entire crotch throbbed and sucked.
Rusty sucked furiously. He humped blindly at the humid locker room air. All at once the heavy air felt to Rusty like a real cunt. It seemed to tighten around his pistoning, pulsating prick like a warm, wet mouth. Hot pokers of pleasure shot through his prick. His balls inflated and contracted. He shot off into the air.
'Jesus Christ!' gasped Coach Long. And all the guys muttered Goddamns, shits, and wows, dropping the girl and backing off.
Rusty dangled from the isometrics rack, his long body quivering like sprung bow as he blasted his jism high into the air. He machine gunned Coach Long and all the guys. Some of the bitches got pelted, and a few wads of cum thudded against the metal lockers six feet away and hung on the olive colored locker doors like glistening gobs of spit.
Rusty laughed as he shot. He'd never felt so good. He thought he would never stop coming, and he didn't want to. He let go and fired, letting his body jerk as it would. Then all went dark.
When he woke up, the football team was in the locker room dressing for practice. Rusty felt exhausted.
He wanted to sleep. He felt empty, all fucked out. For a few moments he wondered how he'd gotten to the locker room from study hall.
His wrists twinged with soreness, and he remembered – he'd missed study hall today. Instead, he'd hung from the rack.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lisa was going to kill her.
'Goddamn you!' she screamed. 'Untie me, Candy! I've had enough of this bullshit! Miss Sacks! Miss Saaacks!'
She could hear snickers somewhere down the hallway. They were laughing at her all of them.
Just wait till she got loose, though. She'd get even. She'd box Candy's tits. Candy might be a year older than her but she could handle that bitch.
She stopped screaming and concentrated on getting her wrists free. Maybe if she reined her arms she could slide her hands out of the ropes. Yanking and struggling as she had been doing did no good. She just made the knots tighter.
Goddamn it, her arms were numb; Candy had tied the ropes so tight around her wrists that they had cut off her circulation. She relaxed totally, trying to ease her wrists free. It was hopeless. She yanked and thrashed again, wanting to rip the bed frame apart.
'Damn it!' she said between clenched teeth. Then she almost laughed. This was funny in a way her naked body spread-eagled on her bed, her wrists bound to the bedposts, her ankles tied to the foot posts. A small lamp burned on her dresser, and the window curtains were wide open. Were the people in the house next door to look out their upstairs window, that window directly in line with her own, they'd see her lying there like a white girl staked out by the Indians.
But damn that Candy! What was she up to? She'd been gone ten minutes now, and except for those occasional snickers, the house was quiet. It was as if Candy and the rest of the dozen or so girls who lived here in Miss Sacks' foster home were having a private meeting to discuss what to do with her now that they had her tied up. Maybe even Miss Sacks was in on it. Lisa had been screaming her head off, and Miss Sacks was nowhere to be seen.
Fine way to treat a new girl. Lisa thought ignore her at dinner, then tie her up. All the girls were stuck-up, she decided. At first she thought Candy, her new roommate, was all right. At least Candy had talked to her. But from the first, Lisa had detected something disturbing about Candy's gleaming raisin eyes.
She should never have trusted Candy when Candy had suggested tying her up. Candy had insisted that it
