BB-326  The Coach's Craving
[aka 'Coach's Favorite Pupil']
(Michael Murray)


FOREWORD 

Schools are very careful of their reputations. The issue of teacher 
misbehavior is so explosive, with such great ramifications that great 
lengths are gone to in order to avoid any hint of impropriety. Still, they 
occur. 

When a teacher is caught misusing his position and relationship with 
children, there is seldom a court case. The school board demands his 
resignation, or fires him-though this may cause comment-and a hint of his 
error is slipped into the highly confidential permanent record which goes 
with him from job to job. The theory is that this is enough to forever bar 
him from teaching. Like most bureaucratic methods, the theory is an 
overstatement. 

But one of the interesting things about teachers acting like sexual human 
beings is, why is it wrong? 

The answer is not that sex is wrong or ugly, but that a teacher is in a 
position of trust in which he or she has great influence over the shaping of 
the personalities and lives of other people's children. What is done to a 
child today may affect him for the rest of his life, and it could very well 
be that a teacher interested in his own self-gratification is not looking 
out for the interest of the child. 

This novel is an exploration of the type of things that can go wrong when a 
teacher seeks to set himself above the moral code he is supposed to observe. 
And it is not all self-gratifying for him! 

-THE PUBLISHER 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"What in hell are you two doing there?" yelled a gruff voice. 

The two girls froze in their tracks. 

"See," Marti Stevens whispered. "I told you we were in for it. Now Coach 
Fields has caught us, and it's all your fault." 

"Shut up, Marti," hissed Peg Forts. "For somebody thirteen, you're sure a 
crybaby." 

"I am not," Marti sobbed, "I'm just scared, that's what. What will he do to 
us?" 

Gerald Fields, the tumbling coach of Forton High School, was advancing 
toward the girls. The big man looked even bigger to Marti as he approached. 
She had heard so many terrible stories about him, how he punished the 
members of his squad if they did not perform at top form every minute of the 
time, and how he demanded that they win every competition they entered. His 
unswerving sense of discipline was probably the main reason why the tumblers 
from Forton High were slated to win the state tournament this year. The 
whole town of Forton was in a state of constant excitement at the prospect 
of finally winning something. 

Forton was a very small town and none of its athletic teams ever won 
anything. Each year, the football and basketball seasons ended in dismal 
failure. The same was true of track. 

Because of his drive to win, Gerald Fields was a real godsend to the school. 
But right now, Marti Stevens was concentrating on his drive to punish. The 
fine boned, thirteen-year-old blonde girl glanced over at Peg. The girl was 
standing defiantly, watching the coach move toward them. 

Damn her! thought Marti. Just because she's fifteen, she thinks she owns the 
world. 

It was Peg's fault. She had kept at Marti, insisting that they sneak into 
the gym where the tumbling equipment was kept and play with it. 

Marti wondered why she had let Peg persuade her to sneak into the gymnasium 
and fool around with the tumbling equipment. It had taken a lot of talking, 
but, as always. Peg had broken down Marti's arguments one by one, until the 
younger girl followed along. 

Whether they were supposed to use it or not, both of the girls longed to try 
out the equipment. They had watched with envy as the boys on the team had 
gone through their paces at the several exhibition meets which had been held 
to let everybody know how good the team was this year. The muscular young 
men seemed to fly through the air on invisible wings as they worked out for 
the public on the parallel bars, the horses, and, best of all, the 
trampoline. It did seem unfair that Coach Fields kept the majority of the 
students from using the equipment, especially when what could be done on it 
looked so exciting. 

"I said, what are you two doing?" the coach bellowed. 

"Nothing, sir," Marti stammered. 

"What did you say, Kid?" the coach asked. 

"She said we weren't doing anything," Peg answered, her voice defiant. 

"Didn't you two hear the announcement I made on the speaker last week ? " 

The girls were silent, Marti looking at her feet, Peg staring the coach 
straight in the eye. 

"Well, Pm waiting for an answer. Did you hear the announcement or didn't 
you?" 

"Yes, sir, we did," Marti mumbled, never lifting her eyes. 

"Then what are you doing in here?" 

"We were curious. We wanted to try the equipment for ourselves." Peg said, 
her voice loud and clear. 

"Oh, you did, did you? Too bad you didn't come out for the team." 

"We couldn't." 

"You're damn right, you couldn't. You're girls." 

"Other schools have girls on their tumbling teams." 

"I don't give a damn what other schools do. That's got nothing to do with 
what I do. They hired me to win the state championship, and I'm going to do 
it. I wouldn't get anywhere near it, if I had to keep stopping to wipe 
girls' noses all the time." 

In all her thirteen years, Marti Stevens could not remember having been this 
scared. She could hear her own heart pounding, her knees felt weak, and she 
was frightened that they would not hold her up. She could imagine herself 
falling into a crumpled heap before the raging tumbling coach. All she 
wanted was to get away. She did not care what else happened. 

"How old are you anyway ? I don't think I've seen you around," Fields 
growled, reaching out and shaking Marti. 

"I'm thirteen. I'm a freshman." 

"Since you're a freshman, Kid, I'm going to let you go. Get the hell out of 
here, and if I ever catch you screwing around this equipment again, you're 
dead. Do you understand that?" 

"Yes, sir." 

"As for you, Pretty Peggy, I've had my eye on you all year. You're a cocky 
little bitch, and I think I might knock a little bit of that cockiness out 
of you, and right now." 

"But that's not fair. Why punish me and not her?" 

"Because I say so," the coach shouted. He slapped Peg hard across the face. 
"Nothing's fair. The sooner you learn that, the better off you'll be." 

"Yes, sir," Peg said, rubbing her cheek. 

When she took her hand away, Marti saw Peg's cheek was red, the print of the 
coach's hand clearly outlined on the white flesh. Now she was afraid to 
leave, even if Fields did want her to. 

"Now you get the hell out of here, Freshman. You understand." 

"Yes, sir." 

Marti turned and began to walk away. As she left, she heard the coach say, 
"Now, Miss 

Peggy, if you want to make the team, let's just see how well you do." 

Marti walked halfway across the gymnasium floor. She heard the coach's voice 
behind her, but could no longer make out what he was saying. She was duty 
bound to go back and stand by Peg. What would her father say if he knew she 
walked off and left her friend to face punishment alone for something both 
of them had done? 

Resolutely Marti turned and started back to where the coach and Peg stood 
facing each other. The coach was not yelling anymore. That was one good sign 
at least, Marti thought. Maybe he had calmed down enough so that he would 
not be quite so hard on them. 

Marti stopped where a pile of tumbling mats, rolled up and stacked on top of 
each other, hid her from their view. It would not hurt to stop for a minute, 
just to hear what the coach was saying. 

"I'll let you try out the equipment, Peg. How would you like that?" 

Marti could not believe her ears. The tone of Gerald Field's voice had 
changed completely. He sounded almost friendly now. Besides that, he was 
actually asking Peg if she wanted to use the equipment. 

"I might even give you a few pointers, just like I do for the team. What do 
you say?" 

"That would be great, Coach," Peg said, smiling broadly at the big man. 

"What equipment would you like to work out on first?" 

"Oh, I know. The trampoline is my very favorite." 

Marti crinkled her lips in disgust. Peg was giving the coach her baby talk, 
just the way she did the boys in her class. To hear Peg talk, especially 
when she used that breathless baby voice, one would never guess what was 
really going on in her mind. But Marti knew. After all, she was Peg's best 
friend. She knew that one minute Peg would bat her big, brown eyes at a boy, 
coming on to him as if she were the spirit of innocence, and the next minute 
be turning to her to comment on the size of the bulge in his Levi's. The 
coach was getting the baby voice treatment. Maybe that was why he was about 
to let Peg use the trampoline. Some punishment! The coach had apparently 
wanted to get rid of her for some reason, so that he could be alone with 
Peg. What a rotten thing to do. After all, she had wanted to use the 
gymnastic equipment just as much as Peg had, maybe even more. 

"So you want to try the tramp, huh ? " Gerald Field said.. 

"Yes, more than anything in the world. Can I? Can I please?" 

"Sure. Of course you can. Here, I'll uncover it for you." 

The coach pulled the canvas cover off the top of the trampoline, exposing 
the taut, springy surface. He bounced the surface with his hand a couple of 
times. Peg squealed with delight, just at the sight of it. Marti knew that 
the trampoline was what Peg would want to try. She was forever commenting to 
Marti how the boys looked when they bounced around on it. She even said she 
thought it was sexy, and said that she wished sometime the team members 
would give a trampoline exhibition without wearing their jock straps. As it 
was, she was always embarrassing Marti by insisting that the two of them sit 
where they would have the best chance of seeing up the legs of the guys' gym 
shorts, as they bounced up and down on the big, springy trampoline. 

"Now, Peg, just climb right up here," the coach said, patting the top of the 
trampoline again. 

As Peg moved forward and placed her hands on the framework, ready to lift 
herself up onto the trampoline, the coach stopped her. 

"Oh, no. That won't work. It won't work at all." 

"Why, whatever is the matter, Mr. Fields?" Peg asked, still in her baby 
voice. 

"You can't work out on the tramp in that skirt and blouse." 

"But why not?" Peg lisped, batting her eyelashes. 

"Because you'll ruin them. What would your mother say? You might even rip 
something. She wouldn't like that, would she?" 

"No, no, I guess not," she answered, her voice downcast. 

"Well, then. I guess we can't let you use the tramp tonight. Sorry." 

"Wait, wait. I could go to the locker room and change into my gym suit. It 
would only take me a couple of minutes." 

"You mean the girls' locker room?" 

"Sure. My suit is in my locker." 

"Miss Jonas has left for the day. She's the girls' physical education 
teacher, and she keeps the key to the locker room." 

"Then there's no way I can get to my gym suit?" 

"No, I'm afraid not. Sorry. I guess you'll just have to leave." 

Peg turned and started to walk away. Marti ducked behind the mats so that 
she would not be seen. 

"Just a second, Peg, I've got an idea how you can work out on the tramp 
tonight without needing your gym suit." 

"Yeah? What's that?" Peg returned to where the coach stood beside the 
trampoline. 

"Just take your skirt and blouse off." 

"But, but, in front of you?" 

"Sure. I won't tell anyone if you promise you won't. You know how it is. 
There are a few people around this town who just wouldn't understand. See, 
it doesn't make any difference to me, and nobody else will be the wiser. 
It'll be our secret. What do you say?" 

The girl paused as if thinking it over. Then she grinned. "Do me a favor, 
Coach. Don't call me Peggy." 

"Sure. Anything you say, Peg," the coach said, grinning back at the girl. 

Marti could hardly believe her eyes. Peg was taking off her clothing in 
front of the young coach. Slowly the brown-eyed girl unbuttoned her blouse, 
her fingers deftly moving from button to button, exposing more and more of 
her smooth flesh to the man's view. As she opened the front of it, her eyes 
never left Gerald Fields' face. Her smile became even more broad. 

"Hmmm, the cool air feels fine on my skin," Peg crooned as she slipped the 
blouse off over her shoulders, handing it to the coach. 

The coach seemed unable to take his eyes off her. 

"You're staring at me, Mr. Fields," Peg said, her voice low and sensual. 

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to." 

"I suppose you must think I'm an awful hick," Peg said as she began to unzip 
her short skirt. 

"What do you mean by that? What makes you think I feel you're a hick?" 

"Because I wear a bra. None of the city girls do anymore, do they?" 

"I really wouldn't know about that." 

"Oh, come now, Mr. Fields, I bet you do. A handsome man like you must surely 
know all kinds of things like that." 

Peg stepped out of her skirt, kicking off her shoes at the same time. She 
stood before him clad only in her bra, panties and pantyhose. Marti could 
tell by the look on the coach's face that he liked what he saw. And why 
shouldn't he, she thought. Peg was surely cute enough. She was tall for her 
age and her body was thin and lithe. Her breasts were well developed and 
jutted proudly out from her chest, supported by the lacy bra. That was some 
line Peg had given the coach about being a hick because she wore a bra. That 
flimsy elastic garment was her proudest possession. Peg had argued with her 
mother for days before the woman would allow her to spend that kind of money 
for underwear. Marti knew because she had heard most of the discussion. 

Marti wondered if her breasts would grow the way Peg's had over the last 
year. There was nothing wrong with them, she felt sure of that. It was 
simply that she was so young. So far, she had little more than a handful. 

"Oh, dear, now you'll think I'm a hick for sure, seeing that I wear panties 
and pantyhose both." 

"Your mother again?" 

"Yes, that's right. I suppose I had better take the hose off. Otherwise, I 
might snag them, and she would never forgive me." 

The girl hooked her fingers under the waistband of the pantyhose and pushed 
them downward, wiggling her full hips as she removed them. 

Marti was watching the coach. As Peg slipped the pantyhose down her long 
legs, Marti detected a movement in the front of the coach's slacks. Before 
another minute had passed, she could see his big meat outlined clearly down 
one pants leg. It reached halfway to his knee, or so it seemed from where 
Marti was watching. She felt a tiny spasm of excitement in the area of her 
crotch. She and Peg had overheard a conversation among some of the boys on 
the gymnastics team. They had said that Coach Gerald Fields was hung like a 
horse. He had taken showers with them, so they claimed they knew. Now Marti 
could see that they had been telling the truth. The man's prick looked as 
though it had to be at least ten inches long. 

"Well, Coach, I'm ready. What do I do now?" Peg asked. 

Even Marti had to admit that her friend was very attractive in her bra and 
tiny bikini panties. Her panties were translucent and showed a dark spot, 
indicating the girl's already well developed pubic bush. All in all, with 
her long, shapely legs, her lithe torso and her sweet, innocent appearing 
face, Peg presented a very enticing picture, as she stood in the empty 
gymnasium, smiling at the handsome coach. 

"What do I do now?" she asked. 

"Just get up on the tramp," the man replied, his voice tight. 

Peg grasped the framework of the big trampoline and pulled herself up onto 
it. She rolled across its smooth, pliant surface. 

"Oh, this feels neat." 

Little by little, she began to explore, bouncing around a little, giggling 
as her fearful efforts took her higher and higher off the surface. 

"Oh, this feels so great, so much fun. I love it." 

"Good. Just keep bouncing higher and higher." 

The coach had moved alongside the apparatus, his eyes were riveted to the 
teenager's smooth, undulating body. Marti could see that his prick was hard 
and jerking inside his pants. As she watched, the coach rubbed his crotch 
with his trembling hand, exciting his throbbing dong all the more. 

"Even my hair is bouncing!" Peg squealed, her voice changing pitch as she 
bounced higher and higher. 

"Yeah, I know. The tramp is really fun." 

"I feel like I want to . . . Well, you know. 

"Like you have to piss, you mean." 

"Yes. There's another feeling too, though. I feel, well. . . . " 

"Sexy." 

"Yes. Sexy!" 

Marti continued watching, more excited than she had ever been. She could 
clearly see that the coach was in a state of complete excitement, and, 
knowing Peg, she felt sure the girl was feeling much the same. She, herself, 
was getting moist between the legs as her heart pounded faster and faster. 
Her face was flushed and her palms sweaty. 

Marti was sure that within just a few minutes, she was going to witness 
something very exciting. Instinctively, Marti's hand found its way 
underneath her skirt. She felt her crotch and discovered that her panties 
were already soaked through from her excited leakings. She brought her 
fingers to her nose, inhaling the musky sweet odor of her own juices. The 
scent made her weak in the knees. 

"Slow down a minute," called Gerald Fields. "You're going to get overtired." 

Bit by bit, Peg quieted her bouncing, until she was still on the mat, her 
head facing the coach. She raised herself to her elbows, showing her 
cleavage to the best advantage, her young breasts pushed up and together by 
the lacy bra. 

"Coach, I really want to thank you for letting me do this. Wouldn't Marti be 
jealous if she knew?" 

"Who's Marti?" 

"My girlfriend, the girl who was here with me when you found us." 

"Oh, yeah, the freshman. Promise me you won't tell her I let you use the 
tramp. You know what I said about people not understanding." 

"Mr. Fields, I wouldn't dream of it. It's our little secret." 

"Good. Let's keep it just that way." 

"There's just one thing, though," Peg said, using her little girl voice 
again. 

"What's that, Peg?" 

"Well, it's just that if the trampoline is so much fun for one, it must be 
even better with two. I mean, I would think that one person's bouncing 
around would change the other person's bouncing around. Oh, I don't know how 
to say it right. Do you know what I mean?" 

"Yeah, sure. You're right. With two people, you're never just exactly sure 
what way you'll go. Takes a lot of skill." 

"Gee," Peg sighed, "I sure wish I could try it with somebody else. Wait, I 
have an idea." 

"What's that?" 

"Couldn't you come up here and show me, just for a little while, just to 
give me some idea of what it's like with two people?" 

Marti had been wondering how Peg was going to manage to get the coach into 
the position where she wanted him. Now she knew. She peeked over the pile of 
mats, wondering whether or not Coach Fields would fall for Peg's seemingly 
innocent trick. She certainly hoped so. Peg had told her so much about 
fucking, that she wanted nothing more in the world to see it really taking 
place. Even her friend's lurid descriptions were not nearly as good as 
seeing the real thing. Marti was dizzy with excitement now, her fingers 
moving faster and faster against the flimsy fabric of her panties, pushing 
against her leaking twat. She knew she would soon be snaking her hand inside 
her bikini to drive the slim fingers clear up into her vagina, but she would 
work up to that, holding off as long as possible to be sure she first had 
herself as worked up as possible. 

"Please, Coach, can't you come up onto the trampoline, just for a little 
while?" Peg whined, her voice sickeningly sweet. 

"I got the same problem you did, Peg. I'm wearing my street clothes." 

"Well," Peg smiled, "Can't you solve your problem the same way I solved 
mine?" 

The coach looked doubtful. "I don't know. I suppose so. Promise you'll never 
tell anyone?" 

"Like you said, it's our little secret. Cross my heart and hope to die." 

Peg trailed her fingers across her breast, drawing attention to her smooth, 
creamy tits. 

Without another word, Coach Fields kicked off his loafers and unbuttoned his 
dress shirt. Marti gasped at the sight of his hairy chest. Even her father 
did not have as much fuzz on his upper body as that. The coach's chest was 
covered with tight black curls. Marti's fingers itched to touch it. She 
longed to run her hands over the soft hair, letting her long fingers trace 
their way through it. 

"Oh, my you're so hairy!" Peg squealed. 

"Yeah, I guess I am," the coach said, sounding embarrassed. 

"That's nice. It's the way I like men to be. None of the boys here in school 
has more on his chest than just a little peach fuzz." 

"Oh, really? Have you done some research on that, Peg?" 

"Let's just say I get around a little," Peg replied, smiling coyly at the 
coach. 

As the coach started to climb onto the trampoline, Peg said, "You're not 
going to leave your slacks on, are you? I mean, they're such nice slacks and 
all, I wouldn't want you to rip them or anything like that." 

"I suppose you're right," Gerald Fields said. 

Marti almost giggled out loud. What was the coach trying to pull? Certainly 
he did not expect Peg to think that he was that naive. It was as if the two 
of them were playing some elaborate,' dishonest game with one another, each 
trying to make the other think that they were not really aiming toward the 
same thing. The idea made her even hotter. Her head was pounding and her 
whole body was trembling with sexual excitement. 

The girl had lasted as long as she could without getting her fingers up into 
her cunt. Quickly, she ripped down her panties and pushed both hands against 
her nearly hairless crack. This was going to be the come of her lifetime. 
She just hoped she could delay her climax long enough to come at the same 
time as Peg and the coach. But, then, there was no guarantee that they would 
ever get that far. Something told her, though, that if the two of them did 
not get off it would not be their fault. 

For a brief moment, the coach hesitated. Then he unbuckled his belt and 
unzipped his fly. As Peg stared openly at his crotch, the coach pushed the 
pants down his legs, until he stood before her clad only in his boxer shorts 
and socks. 

"I forgot to take off my socks," he said to Peg. "You can't get any traction 
without taking off your socks. Bare feet is best." 

Coach Fields swung himself up onto the trampoline. His added weight made the 
surface bounce, and Peg giggled with excitement. 

"Come on, Peg. You stand at one end, and I'll stand at the other. By the 
way, I hope you'll forgive me. I usually wear a jock strap when I work out 
on this. I might flop around a little without one. Hope you don't mind." 

"Why would I mind?" Peg asked. "Besides, whatever happens here is our 
secret, remember?" 

"Yeah, that's right," Fields said, smiling at her. 

One of them was standing at each end of the trampoline. They gazed openly at 
each other, the coach's hard prick tenting out the thin fabric of his 
shorts. Marti could see that Peg's cunt juice had soaked through her bikini. 
There was a big wet spot at her crotch. 

"Bounce now, Peg. When you come down, I'll go up." 

Peg did as she was told. When she landed, the coach sprang off the surface 
and high into the air. When he came back to the canvas, the impact drove Peg 
into the air once more. She squealed with delight. The impact did something 
else as well. The coach's big prick flopped out through the hole in the 
front of his shorts. It hung there, turgid. 

Marti gasped. The thing was as big as she had imagined it might be. It 
jutted out a good ten inches from Fields' body. It was circumcised, and she 
could see a jewel of clear liquid shining at its reddish knob. 

Peg was gazing at the cock too, her mouth open in surprise. 

"You like that?" the coach asked, his voice tight. 

Peg did not answer. She simply shook her head yes, her eyes never leaving 
the huge organ. The brown-haired girl licked her lips with cock hunger. It 
was obvious that she wanted nothing more than to get her hot mouth around 
the pulsing prick. 

Peg was experienced at cock sucking, at least so she had told Marti. She 
claimed that she had fellated almost every boy she had been out with. She 
bragged about the feeling of power and control it gave her to have a big, 
strong boy squirming and moaning under the frantic ministrations of her wet 
mouth and probing tongue. She swore to Marti that each one tasted just a 
little bit different from every other one. 

Marti's fingertips found her tiny, swollen clitoris. She squeezed it, 
sending new and deeper thrills through her entire body. The girl had to bite 
her lips to keep from moaning out loud. Her hands were soaked from the juice 
leaking from her wide open cunt. Her sensitive nostrils were filled with the 
sweet scent of her own musky fluids. She fought to keep from climaxing, and 
at the same time was unable to take her hands away from her crotch. 

On the trampoline. Peg dropped to her knees. Unsteadily, the girl moved 
across the surface of the trampoline toward the waiting coach. His fingers 
strayed to his inflated prick and he cupped it in his hand, seeming to offer 
it to the excited young girl. 

Peg leaned forward and kissed the tip of the huge dong. The coach held it 
out to her, silently begging her to take it between her lips. For the 
moment, though, the girl had other plans. She kissed the knob again and 
again, and then rubbed her smooth cheek along the length of hot shaft. The 
coach dangled his cock before her, pushing it against her flushed face, 
painting the clear liquid onto her cheeks. Peg groaned with excitement. 

"Oh, God, you smell so good, so sexy," she moaned, getting as much of the 
liquid onto her face as she could. 

"Suck it a little. Come on, take it. If you don't I'm going to shoot all 
over your face. Christ, you turn me on so bad." 

"I'd love for you to soak my face with your cum. I'd just love it." 

"Come on suck it. Please suck it." The coach was almost begging. 

Marti knew from what Peg had told her that this was all part of the power 
game. Peg claimed that she never took a man's prick into her mouth until he 
begged her to do it-as the coach was begging her. 

Peg opened her mouth wide and capped it over the blunt head of Gerald 
Fields' throbbing penis. The coach moaned deep in his throat, and arched 
backward, letting the girl take as much of him as she wanted. 

Marti knew that Peg was working her tongue over the smooth surface of the 
man's knob. Her own fingers continued to pull and tickle at her swelling 
clit. 

"That's it. Suck it. Play your tongue over it like that. Christ, that feels 
beautiful. Make me come like this, Baby. Make me come. I want you to swallow 
my hot gism, Honey. I want you to drink it all down right now. Can you do 
that for me? Huh? Can you?" 

Peg shook her head yes. That was all she could do to answer. Her mouth was 
stuffed full of the coach's hot meat, and she was not about to let it go. 

Marti's eyes grew wider as she concentrated on the place where the long cock 
shaft disappeared into her girlfriend's mouth. The coach's prick was so 
thick that Marti was driven almost to climax just looking at it. She tried 
to imagine how that big organ would feel and taste in her own mouth. She 
opened her lips wide, pretending she was in Peg's position, as the girl took 
more and of the long prong into her throat. 

She saw Peg's fingers move down inside her own panties and knew that the 
girl was doing the same thing she was, bringing herself to completion with 
her own hands. Peg was an expert at that. It was she, in fact, who had 
taught Marti how to pleasure herself that way. 

She had shown the younger girl how to do it one night when she had stayed at 
Marti's house. Ever since that night when she had watched Peg play with 
herself and then imitated her actions, Marti had not been able to keep her 
hands away from her twat. 

As she stood watching the two people on the trampoline, Marti sensed that 
all three of them were rapidly approaching completion. She stood on tiptoes 
to get a better view of the action between Peg and Mr. Fields. Just as she 
did so, she heard the coach groan. He arched back even further and started 
to come, throwing his hot gism deep into Peg's throat. His entire body shook 
again and again, as he spewed gallons of steamy cum down the eager girl's 
gullet. 

In the midst of his heavy climax, the coach's eyes flew open. He stared 
directly at Marti. She could tell by the look on his face that he saw her. 
His mouth fell open, but he was too far gone to speak. 

Marti wanted to run, but her body would not let her. It was just launching 
into a series of rending climaxes. Her fingers pumped in and out of her 
throbbing cunt, as her body shook with pleasure. She was a helpless victim 
of her own sensuality. She could not have run away now if her life depended 
on it. 

The coach simply stood there watching her, his knees sagging as the last of 
his milk drained into Peg's hungry mouth. 

Just then Peg groaned. Her hands had done their work, and she moved 
helplessly into wild climax, her mouth still filled with the coach's turgid 
prick. 

As Peg squirmed with excitement, the expression on Fields' face changed. 
Still staring at Marti, he grinned broadly at her. Then he winked. 

Suddenly, Marti knew that Peg was not the only one the coach was sharing a 
special secret with. He seemed to be telling Marti that he and she had their 
own little experience now, unknown even to Peg. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Marti wondered what would happen the next time she saw Gerald Fields. There 
was no doubt that he had seen her watching him while Peg blew his cock. 
There was also no doubt that Marti and he now shared a bond between them. 
Did the coach want to become intimate with her, the same way he had with 
Peg? Or had he just winked and smiled at her, hoping that would keep her 
quiet? The thirteen-year-old was determined to find out, and as soon as 
possible. 

Marti was on her narrow bed, looking up at the ceiling. The events of the 
afternoon were the most exciting of her life. She almost felt like some sort 
of undercover agent, the way she had watched everything that went on between 
Peg and the coach. How angry Peg would be if she ever found out that Marti 
had seen her sucking the man's long cock. If she had her way, though, Peg 
would never know. Marti wanted nothing to get in the way of her having a 
chance with Gerald Fields herself. If Peg found out she had seen them, it 
would simply complicate matters. It was better just to operate on her own. 
Maybe before very long, she would have as many stories to tell about her 
sexual exploits as Peg did, even if she were two years younger. 

She closed her eyes and saw once again the brown head of her best friend 
buried in the man's crotch. Marti licked her lips as she imagined how the 
coach's big cock must have tasted to Peg as she sucked on it. She longed for 
the sensation of fullness she knew would accompany sucking a man's dong. 

Marti had a sudden inspiration. She jumped up and ran over to the bureau. 
Grabbing one of her most prized possessions, an ornate gold candle stick, 
she pulled the candle out of it. Marti examined the blunt end of the candle 
carefully. Just as she had suspected, it was almost the same thickness as a 
man's penis. She ran her fingers over the smooth, waxen surface. It was no 
match for the real thing, she supposed, but it would do for the time being. 

Dropping the candle onto the bed for a moment, she ripped off her tight 
sweater and faded jeans. She stood before the mirror, wearing only her 
bikini panties. Running her hands up and down her sides, she appraised 
herself in the mirror. Perhaps she was young and not as filled out as she 
would be one day, but youth was appealing too. As she watched herself in the 
shining surface of the mirror, she imagined that she was Coach Fields, 
gazing at the real Marti Stevens standing nearly nude before him. 

Hooking her thumbs under the elastic of her panties, she pulled them 
downward, exposing her hairless cunt to her own view. Again, she pictured 
herself doing this sensuous strip before the tumbling coach, and felt 
shivers of excitement run through her body as the bikini fell into a heap 
around her ankles. 

Marti stepped out of the panties and picked up the candle once more. She 
knelt on the floor before the mirror, just as Peg had knelt before the 
coach. She lifted the candle to her face and stared at it for a moment, just 
as she had seen Peg do. Then, she kissed its tip, pretending it was Coach 
Fields' trembling prick. 

Opening her lips, she sucked the candle's blunt end inside, closing her 
mouth over it and running her tongue around the tip. She wondered how it 
would taste if it were a real cock. Peg said they sometimes tasted a little 
salty, depending on how clean a boy kept himself. However they tasted, Marti 
was sure she would like the flavor. She also knew that the candle was a poor 
substitute. Most of all, Marti wished that Gerald Fields were there right 
now, and that it was his big prick she was licking, instead of some dumb 
candle. 

She took the candle out of her mouth, grabbed the pillow from the bed, and 
laid down on her back, her legs toward the mirror. Propping the pillow 
beneath her head so she could gaze down the length of her naked body, she 
bent her legs and spread them wide apart. 

Marti thrilled at the sight of her gaping cunt, already dripping in 
anticipation. She loved her little cunny. It was the best thing about her 
whole body as far as she was concerned. She examined it lovingly, scooting 
her supine body closer to the mirror to get a better look. 

She could see that stiff hairs were beginning to spout around the opening. 
Even though she knew they were a sign of blossoming womanhood, she regretted 
the fact that they were growing in. Marti much preferred her crotch to be 
smooth and bare, so that nothing obstructed the view of her smooth, pouty 
cuntlips. Maybe, when the hairs got thicker, she would shave herself. She 
had heard of women doing that. They said that Oriental women, especially the 
prostitutes, shaved themselves between the legs, because their men liked 
them that way. If she shaved, it would be because she liked it that way 
herself. 

The girl shivered as she thought about the way a sharp razor would feel 
sliding across her sensitive flesh, cutting away the offending hair and 
leaving her cunt as smooth as that of a baby girl. She wondered whether or 
not Gerald Fields liked the cunts he fucked to be smooth or hairy. Her one 
regret about today was that she had not seen the coach either suck or fuck 
Peg. That was probably her own fault. If the coach had not discovered that 
she was watching him, maybe he would have buried his face between Peg's long 
legs and eaten out her fragrant cunt. 

Using both hands, Marti ran her fingers up and down on either side of her 
crack, gently pulling it apart so she could see the moist redness inside. 
Her cunt was like a wonderous open wound which never would heal. She was 
glad it was there, and she longed to have it put to the use for which she 
knew it was intended. Maybe she could entice Gerald Fields to fuck her. Her 
guts squirmed at the thought of it. The man was so big. She wondered if she 
could ever hope to take all of his thick ten inches inside her young body. 
Perhaps the stretching would hurt too much. Perhaps it would even rip her to 
pieces. If it did, that was too bad. Whatever happened to her as a result, 
Marti knew she would not be really happy until she at least tried to get the 
coach's big meat inside her. And she was determined that it was going to 
happen soon. 

Marti grabbed the candle once again. She nudged the end of it against the 
lips of her youthful cunt. Spreading her legs a bit wider, she felt the 
crack open and the tip of the candle slip between the edges. 

She pushed on the candle, forcing her twat to eat more and more of its 
length. The smooth lips bit down on the waxy surface, and the girl sighed at 
the sensation of being filled up by the hard shaft. Once again, she knew 
that this was a poor substitute for the real thing. She would much rather 
have had a hot, sweating male body pressing her into the floor while a hard, 
hot cock worked its way up into her heaving guts, but for now this would 
have to do. It was all preparation for what was to come. She wanted to be as 
ready as possible for her chance with Coach Fields. 

Working the candle in as far as she could get it, Marti held it there, 
pressing the lips of her dripping cunt around it. She was so hot now that 
she wondered whether or not she would actually melt the wax. Slowly, the 
blonde girl moved the shaft from side to side, sighing as the end of it 
probed places it had not touched before. She threw her head back and closed 
her eyes, moving the shaft faster and faster in and out of her hot body. 

The fingers of her free hand found their way to her sensitive clit. The tiny 
girl cock was standing firmly erect. Marti moaned as she rolled it between 
her fingers. Tossing her head from side to side, the girl moved her hands 
faster and faster, pushing the candle in as far as it would go and then 
jerking it out until just the end of it was still between her cuntlips. 

Between the sensations of the smooth shaft and of her eager fingers pinching 
at her clitoris, Marti came crashing to climax. She moaned deeply as the 
juices gushed from her distended twat, bathing the candle in earthy smelling 
fluid. 

The teenager opened her eyes and lifted her head. She stared down the length 
of her heaving body to gaze at the image of her shiny wet cunt in the 
mirror. Pulling the candle out, she once more brought it to her mouth. She 
shot her tongue out and licked it carefully, cleaning off every drop of her 
own sweet fluids, inhaling deeply at the same time, turning herself on anew 
with the smell of the liquid. 

She would be ready for the coach. All she was waiting for was for him to 
give the word. 

When she got to school the next day, Marti wanted to run immediately to 
Gerald Fields' office. But that would be too obvious. She had better just 
wait and bide her time. If the coach wanted her, he would make the move, at 
least Marti hoped he would. She would give him a reasonable length of time, 
she decided. If he did not indicate before the end of the day that he wanted 
to see her alone, she would simply have to arrange something on her own. 

One thing Marti could not resist, though, was having a little fun at Peg's 
expense. She sought out her friend as soon as she got to school. 

"Peg what happened ? What did the coach do to you after he sent me away?" 

"Don't talk to me, you little deserter!" Peg snapped. 

"Why, whatever do you mean, Peg?" Marti asked, adopting Peg's baby talk 
voice. 

"You know very well what I mean. You ran out yesterday and let me take all 
the punishment." 

"But, Peg, that wasn't my choice, you know that. Coach Fields sent me away 
because I was a freshman. He said so. You heard him just the same as I did." 

"I know, but still.. . . " 

"I'm sorry, Peg. I would have stayed if he had let me, really I would have. 
I even thought of just turning around and coming back and insisting that he 
punish me the same way as he did you." 

"That wouldn't have done any good." 

"I know. That's what I decided. That's why I just left. Put yourself in my 
place. Wouldn't you have done the same thing?" 

"Yes, I suppose I would have." 

"Am I forgiven then?" 

"Yes, of course, Marti. You're forgiven." 

"But tell me, Peg. What did he do to you?" 

"The coach? Oh, nothing much," Peg said, trying to sound casual, "Just gave 
me a lecture, that's all." 

"That's all? Just a lecture?" 

"You sound disappointed." 

"No, not disappointed. I'm just surprised. I thought sure he would do 
something, well, you know, violent." 

"No, nothing like that. He just told me to stay away from the equipment and 
sent me away. That was it." 

"My goodness, I can't believe it." Marti was having a hard time keeping from 
laughing in Peg's face. If only Peg knew that she knew what had really gone 
on. 

"I guess I was pretty lucky, huh?" 

"Yes, you certainly were, Peg. Why, you'll never believe how worried I was. 
I was afraid the coach would beat you. I even thought worse things than 
that." 

"Oh, really? Things like what?" Peg asked, her curiosity aroused. 

"Oh, I couldn't tell you. I'm too embarrassed." 

"Come on, Marti, tell me. We're best friends, aren't we?" 

"Well, yes, sure we are." 

"Then tell me. Tell me what you imagined the coach might do." 

"Promise you won't laugh at me. It's so silly." 

"I won't laugh. Tell me." 

"Well, I thought he might make you take your clothes off or something." 

"You did?" 

"Yes, and then I imagined he might make you do something terrible and 
repulsive, like suck on his cock or something." 

"There's nothing terrible about sucking cock. I've told you that." 

"But that was with boys our age and a little bit older. The coach is so big, 
and so old." 

"Old? He's not old. He can't be more than twenty-five or six." Peggy was 
getting angry. Marti could tell by the tone of her voice. She pressed her 
advantage. 

"But he must be big, don't you think? If he made you suck his cock, the way 
I imagined, it would hurt your mouth." 

"No, it didn't hurt at all. I mean, it would probably not hurt at all. You 
have me all upset with your silly talk." 

"I'm sorry, Peg. I know it's silly. Nothing like that could ever happen 
between you and the coach, could it?" 

"No, no, I don't suppose it could," Peg answered. 

"Would you like it to, Peg?" 

"Of course not. My, you are silly." 

"Just thought I'd ask. See you later, Peg. I have to run to class now." 

Marti found it impossible to keep her mind on her studies. It kept straying 
to Gerald Fields, his hairy chest, and his huge prick. She wondered if he 
was thinking about her. That was probably silly. The coach had other things 
to think about, like winning the state gymnastics championship for the 
school. Still, she hoped he was at least giving her some thought. After all, 
he had winked at her. 

Marti was making her way down the crowded hall between classes, when she saw 
Gerald Fields coming toward her. Her heart skipped. He was bound to meet her 
head on. Now she would know. There was no way the man could avoid her. 

As they approached each other, the coach looked her straight in the eye. 
"Marti," he said. "I need to talk to you." 

"Yes, Mr. Fields. What is it?" 

"Can you come to my office sometime today?" 

"Certainly, Mr. Fields, Sir." Marti could hardly talk, she was so excited. 

"What period are you free?" 

"Fifth period. Right after lunch. Can I come to see you then ? " 

"Yes, that's fine. By the way, I'd prefer it if you didn't tell anybody 
about this." 

"Why, of course not, Coach. It'll be our little secret, as they say." 

Marti could hardly wait until fifth period arrived. She hurried to the 
coach's office, making sure no one knew where she was headed, especially 
Peg. 

Tapping on the closed door, Marti waited breathlessly for an answer. She 
heard movement inside, and the coach opened the door. 

"Come in, won't you?" he asked, sounding almost polite. 

"Yes, I'll be glad to," Marti answered, walking into the small office. 

"Please sit down, Marti," Fields said, indicating a battered straight chair. 

Marti took it, making herself comfortable and crossing her slim legs, making 
sure her short skirt rode well up her thigh. She looked up at the coach, 
expectantly. 

"I'll get right to the point, Marti. I know that you saw me last night in 
the gym, when I was showing Peg how to work out on the trampoline." 

"Working out? Is that what you call that, Mr. Fields?" Marti asked, batting 
her eyelashes just the way Peg always did. 

The coach laughed nervously. "Yes, I prefer to call it that anyway." 

"Oh," Marti answered quietly. 

"To make a long story short, I wanted to talk to you to be sure you wouldn't 
tell anyone what you saw." 

"Oh, you mean that some people just wouldn't understand?" 

"Oh, so you heard us too, did you?" 

"Yes, Mr. Fields, I heard and saw everything you and Peg did last evening in 
the gym." 

"And you will keep it to yourself?" 

"Perhaps. What would happen if I didn't? To you, I mean." 

Again, the coach laughed, betraying his nervousness. "Well, I don't know 
exactly. Like I said, some people just wouldn't understand." 

"And I bet they wouldn't like it much either, would they?" 

"No, I don't suppose they would, Marti. What do you say? Will you give me a 
break?" 

Marti could see clearly the position she had the young coach in, and she was 
enjoying it. 

"I don't know, Coach. You didn't give me a break, did you ? " 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean that you sent me away and pretended you were going to punish Peg. If 
I hadn't decided to come back and ask for punishment too, I never would have 
known what happened between you and Peg." 

"No, I guess you wouldn't. Are you demanding a price for silence, blackmail? 
Is that it?" Coach Fields looked really worried now. 

"Yes, I think you could say that, but it's not a very high price, all things 
considered." 

"What is it? What do you want." 

"Well, Coach, I believe in fairness, even if you did say unfairness is a way 
of life. If one person is punished for something he or she does, then 
another person who does the same thing should receive the same punishment. 
Doesn't that seem reasonable?" 

"I suppose so," the coach said, clearly wondering exactly what Marti was 
driving at. 

"Well, then, my price is fairness. I want you to give me the same punishment 
you gave Peg. Exactly the same. Do you understand now ? " The coach beamed. 
"Yes, I think I do." 

"Good. Can I meet you in the gym after school?" 

"It'll be my pleasure, Marti." 

"It will if I have anything to say about it, Mr. Fields." 

When school was out for the day, Marti made her way to the gymnasium. She 
had thought of nothing else all afternoon. Several times her teachers had 
tried to pull her back from wherever her daydreams had taken her. They had 
not succeeded. Marti's mind was completely occupied with what was going to 
happen between her and Mr. Fields after classes were over for the day. 

A part of her longed to tell Peg exactly what was going on, if for no other 
reason than to pay the girl back for being so dishonest with her, when she 
was supposed to be her best friend. But, no, she decided, it was better to 
keep the whole thing a secret. She had no idea where it might lead. If she 
could manage it, she was going to get the coach to go further than just 
letting her suck his prick. Marti had been dying to get rid of her 
virginity. The coach seemed to her like just the man to take care of it for 
her. She shivered at the thought of his great long cock poking into her. It 
would hurt, she was certain of that, especially with a slab of meat the size 
and thickness of Gerald Fields'. But it would be well worth it to be reamed 
out by a real man, not one of those teenagers Peg was always bragging about 
being screwed by. 

Looking both ways down the hall, to make sure no one saw her, Marti slipped 
into the gym. Her footsteps echoed about her, as she walked across the bare 
floor toward where the equipment was stored. She looked around for the 
coach, but he was nowhere to be seen. He had been around, though, because 
the cover had already been removed from the trampoline. 

Marti ran her palm over the smooth canvas. feeling its tautness. She 
wondered if she would bleed on it when the coach finally got around to 
screwing her. If she did and her blood stained the canvas, that was the 
coach's problem. Let him explain it. 

"Hi, Marti. I see you remembered our date," said a voice behind her. 

Marti whirled around, startled. It was Coach Fields. He was standing there 
in his gym shorts and a tee shirt. 

"Oh, you surprised me. I didn't see you or hear you walk up." 

"That's because of these," Fields said, pointing down to his tennis shoes. 
"I just finished teaching a class down at the junior high. Are you ready for 
your punishment?" 

"I've never been more ready for anything in my life." 

Without waiting further, Marti reached down and pulled her tight sweater off 
over her head. Since she did not wear a bra, there was nothing to hide he 
small, pert breasts from the coach's eyes. He gasped at the sight of the 
small, perfectly formed orbs. 

"Christ, you are a hot little bitch, aren't you," he said, shaking his head 
in disbelief. 

"Yes, I guess you could say that," Marti replied, grinning at the big man. 

She undid her belt and unzipped her short skirt, letting it fall to form a 
pool of cloth around her ankles. Now she wore only her sheer pantyhose and 
loafers. 

"See," she commented, "Unlike some people, my mother doesn't make me wear 
both pants and pantyhose at the same time." 

The coach laughed. "You don't miss a thing, do you?" he said. 

"I try not to," Marti replied. 

She kicked off her shoes and got ready to peel down her pantyhose. 

"Just a minute," she said. "Aren't you going to join me? After all, I seem 
to remember that you took your clothes off while you were punishing Peg last 
night." 

"But last night, I had my street clothes on. I didn't want to ruin them by 
jumping around on the tramp in them. Tonight I have gym clothes on. There's 
no way to hurt them." 

"Mr. Fields, I may be young, but I'm not stupid. Take your clothes off." 

"What was that? Are you giving me orders. Kid?" the coach asked angrily. 

"You're damn right I am, and don't call me Kid, ever. Do you understand?" 

The coach started to say something more and then thought better of it. Marti 
was certain of one thing, Gerald Fields knew exactly what position she had 
him in. If she chose to, she could go on blackmailing him for as long as she 
liked, letting him know whenever he got out of line, that she was ready to 
tell what had gone on with Peg on the trampoline. Best of all, every time 
she and Fields had sex from now on, she would have more ammunition. After 
all, she was only thirteen, and the school board, the principal, and the 
townspeople would not be particularly pleased to hear that one of the 
teachers had been taking sexual liberties with a freshman student. She had 
Coach Fields right where she wanted him. 

"I said, do you understand, Coach?" Marti asked, softening her tone a 
little. 

"Yes, I understand," the coach answered, looking down at his feet. 

"Then let me see a little more of that body of yours. In the meantime, I'll 
give you something more to look at." 

The blonde girl stripped off the sheer pantyhose. She pushed them slowly 
down her long, slim legs, doing a languid striptease for the handsome 
teacher. She pulled them off her feet and then stood up. Rubbing her hands 
up and down her smooth body, Marti said. "Tell me, Coach, do you like what 
you see?" 

"Yes, Marti, I sure do." 

"Do you like how slim my body is, and how smooth? Would you like to run your 
hands over it, just the way I'm doing now?" 

"Yes, yes I would." 

"Then get out of those silly gym clothes and let's start in on the 
trampoline lesson." 

Without reply, Coach Fields began to strip. He pulled the tee shirt off over 
his head, revealing once more to Marti his furry chest. Before he could go 
further, the girl glided over to him. She reached out and ran her fingers 
through the wiry hair, just as she had longed to do when she had watched him 
the day before. 

"Hmmm," she purred, "That feels so good. Your hair is so soft, so light and 
silky. I love petting you like this. It's so nice." 

The coach was embarrassed and at the same time excited by the girl's 
attentions. He was used to being the aggressor. Very few women, especially 
this young, had ever come on to him like this. 

"Don't you want to touch me like this, Coach? Don't you want to feel me, run 
your big hands over me, just the way I'm doing to you?" 

"Yes, yes I do," the coach said mechanically, accepting the fact that this 
thirteen-year-old child was in control. 

Fields reached out and cupped his hands over Marti's small tits. The girl 
drew in her breath quickly, as he squeezed them, kneading the satiny flesh 
between his big fingers. 

"Mmmmmm, that feels so nice, so good. You make me tingle all over so nice, 
Coach." 

The naked girl threw her body against the man's, pressing her smooth flesh 
into him, and squirming against him. The stiff chest hair tickled her 
breasts, sensitizing the pink nipples and making them stand erect. 

Marti moaned, as the coach threw his arms around her and pulled her hard 
against him. She tilted her head upward and opened her red lips. Gerald 
Fields bent and covered her mouth with his. The two of them stood there 
kissing, Marti's young, nude body crushed against the coach. 

The girl snaked her tongue out between her parted lips and ran it across 
Fields' mouth. He opened his full lips and let her inside. Her pointed 
tongue tip swept across his teeth, and, then, as he opened his mouth, found 
its way inside the cavity. They dueled with their tongues, both moaning deep 
in their throats. 

Marti was in heaven. Being held tight by the older man was just as wonderful 
as she had imagined it would be. But now she wanted more. It was not enough 
that her entire body was already singing with passion, that her little cunt 
was dripping its lubricating juices, and that her skin burned wherever the 
coach's hands caressed her. She wanted all of him, and she wanted him now. 

Marti ran her fingers down Fields' hairy back and under the elastic band of 
his gym shorts. Slowly, she pushed them downward, exposing his small ass, 
pushed pertly up and out by his jock strap. She ran her hands over the 
smooth cheeks, tickling and playing with them. The coach did the same to 
her. His beefy hands covered nearly her whole ass as he played with it and 
squeezed her silky flesh, his mouth never leaving hers the whole time. 

The teenager was so hot now that there was no stopping her. If school had 
burned down, she would not have moved from this spot, not until she had 
received what she came for. 

"Christ Jesus," the coach moaned, breaking the long kiss. "You are the 
hottest little bitch I've ever run into." 

"Hotter than Peg?" 

"Peg? Oh, the girl last night. Funny, I'd almost forgotten her. Sure, you're 
a lot hotter than she was." 

"Don't you ever forget it," Marti replied, a hint of threat in her tone. 

Now that she had begun to sample what Gerald Fields was really like, she had 
no intention of sharing him with anybody, not even her best friend. He was 
her property from now on, and that was that. Then she had another thought. 
Maybe it would be fun sometime to share him with someone like Peg. The three 
of them could have a real ball together, but only if she were in control of 
the situation. She would insist on that. As long as she were in the driver's 
seat, they could try anything they liked. Maybe she would try to set 
something up. But there was plenty of time to think about that later. She 
intended this to be a long term proposition. Right now, she wanted to 
concentrate on getting the coach naked. 

"Why don't you finish stripping? I want a closer look at that big prick of 
yours." 

"Where did you learn to talk like that?" 

"Like what?" 

"Oh, you know, things like prick and words like that." 

"Around. You'll be surprised at the words I know. Do you like to hear me 
talk like that?" 

"Sure I like it. It's a real turn on, especially coming from a girl as . . . 
well. . . . " 

"As young as I am?" Marti finished for him. 

"Yeah, that's what I mean." 

"I may be young, but I'm willing to learn, and you can teach me. Now, how 
about it? Are you going to take those shorts and shoes off or aren't you?" 

"Sure. Right away." 

The coach finished the job Marti had begun. He pushed the gym shorts down 
his legs and stepped out of them. The sight of him in his supporter was one 
of the most exciting things the girl had ever seen. 

"Ohhh, is that nice!" she squealed. 

"What?" the man asked, as he bent to untie his tennis shoes. 

"That strap. It looks so sexy to see your cock and balls all tied up like 
that. It's almost like they where in prison or something and fighting to get 
out. Christ, I love it. I bet it smells good too." 

"Do you want to smell it?" the coach asked, looking up at her. 

Marti could not speak, she was so turned on. She simply shook her head yes, 
hardly able to wait for the hot jock strap to be shoved against her nose. 

"Well, then, that's just what I'll let you do." 

The coach stood up and faced her. He had now removed his shoes and shocks. 
The only thing standing between him and nudity was the woven elastic jock. 

"Don't talk that way," Marti said, her teeth clenched. 

"What way? What do you mean?" 

"Don't say you'll let me do something. You don't let me do anything. Do you 
understand that? I do what I choose to do, not what you let me do." 

By the look that passed across his face, Marti could tell that the coach was 
thinking about rebellion. He knew better, though, because he knew what she 
could do to him if he refused any demand. 

"okay," he said, "Do what you want to." 

"For a minute, I just want to look at you. You're so fucking sexy in that 
strap, with your hairy chest and all. I'd like to just make you stand there 
all night so I could keep looking at you. I would too, except that I'm so 
hot to see your fat prick again." 

She saw a movement in the pouch of the jock strap and knew that her dirty 
talk was really getting to Fields. 

"You really do like it when I talk dirty, don't you?" 

"Yeah, yeah, I do." 

"okay, then let's see just how much you like it. I think you're the most 
fucking beautiful stud I've ever seen. My little cunt's just dripping at the 
sight of your sexy body. See." 

Marti arched backward and opened her legs, giving the coach a good view of 
her nearly hairless cunt. 

"Look. See how wet I am," she said, her fingers playing around the moistened 
opening. "Do you see? Tell me." 

"Yes, yes I see." 

Gerald Fields was hypnotized. He could not take his eyes off the beautiful, 
tight little slit. Its hairlessness gave it a lewd look, much more exciting 
to him than had it been covered like the cunts of most of the women he had 
screwed. 

Fields reached to remove his tight jock strap. 

"Don't tough that," Marti cried. "I'll tell you when you can take it off." 

"But I'm hard. I want to take it off now." 

"Tough shit, Coach. Just keep it on. What's the matter? Is your cock getting 
so hard that it's starting to ache? Is it getting hot and itchy in there? 
Tell me about it. Come on." 

"Yeah, yeah. It's hot. My cock feels like it's going to bust wide open. Let 
me take it off, please." 

"And what will you do for me if I do let you take it off?" 

"Anything, anything you say." 

"But tell me what. Come on. I want to know what you'll do." 

"I'll let you suck on my prick, the same as I did with Peg. I'll let you 
milk it with your mouth until I come, suck as long as you like, just the 
same as she did." 

"That's not good enough. What else?" 

"I don't know. Whatever you like, just let me take it off." 

"Will you eat out my pussy? Will you get down on your knees between my legs 
and lick out all the syrupy juice?" 

Marti cupped her hand over her cunt and squeezed, so the coach could see how 
much she needed his attention. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'll do that. I'll eat your cunt." 

"I bet you can't wait to taste my twat can you? I bet you want to spread my 
cunt juice all over your face, don't you?" 

"Yes, I do. I want to eat you. I want it bad." 

Marti grinned at him, a look of cruelty in her eyes. "But you can do that 
without taking off your strap, can't you?" 

The coach was silent, beaten once again by the blonde teenager, who stood 
naked before him, fingering her dripping cunt. 

"I said, can't you? Answer me when I talk to you," she screamed. 

"Yes, I can eat you without taking off my strap. But, please, I'm so aching 
hard, I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't get this thing off." 

"Tough. You ought to be just that much harder after you finish eating out my 
cunt. Then we'll talk about letting you out of that cock harness. Come on." 

Marti turned and walked over to the trampoline. Hoisting herself up onto it, 
she lay on her back, her feet and lower legs dangling over the edge. The 
coach padded over to her, beaten and ready to do whatever she bid. Marti 
spread her legs wide apart. 

"There. There it is, all laid out for you, just like a banquet. Are you 
ready to eat it? Are you ready to smear my cunt juice all over your face?" 

"Yes, I'm ready," the man answered in a toneless voice. "Then go to it." 

The girl used her fingers to spread the smooth lips of her cunt, opening it 
completely to the older man. Without further hesitation, he brought his face 
down between her milky thighs. 

"Sniff it first," Marti ordered. "Get a good smell of it, just like you were 
a dog sniffing a bone." 

The coach did as he was told. He brought his nose down close to the open 
gash and took a deep breath. The musky scent of the young girl's twat drove 
him crazy. With a deep growl, he buried his face in it, digging his long 
tongue for up inside her. 

"Oh, that's it, that's it. Eat my fucking cunt. Lick it out good," Marti 
squealed. 

The girl twisted her hips in pleasure, wanting more and more of the coach's 
tongue inside her cunt. The sensation of the long, thick tongue wiggling 
inside her was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was as if she had 
captured a garter snake and stuffed it up between her legs to wriggle around 
in the darkness of her vagina. 

"Oh, push in, wiggle it around, oh, oh, my God," she moaned, tossing her 
head from side to side helplessly. 

The man was eating her out, smacking his lips loudly as he tasted her sweet 
juice. He dug in deeper, sucking at the trembling cuntlips with his lips, 
all the time pushing his tongue around against the satiny interior flesh. 
The girl child squirmed beneath him, and he longed to have his whole head 
inside her opening, eating out every bit of sweet, earthy moisture he could 
find there. 

Marti was crying, hysterical with passion. She had never been so hot. She 
felt as if her body might melt, she was so overheated. Her chest heaved and 
she could hear her own heart pounding. Never had her excitement reached 
these heights, and she knew that this was only the beginning. There was no 
end to the things she could make Coach Fields do to pleasure her young body. 
She would keep him her slave for as long as she chose, using him at her will 
until she grew tired of him and moved on to some other sexy man. But the way 
she was feeling right now, it would be a long time before she got sick of 
him. 

Marti lifted her legs and threw them over the coach's shoulders. He licked 
along the whole length of her crack again and again, lapping up every drop 
of her freely flowing juices and tickling every tiny nerve ending until 
Marti wanted to scream with pleasure. 

"Oh, oh, Christ, keep on. Eat it up. Get down into my asshole now. Tickle me 
there. Suck the shit out of it. Now, now, now." 

The man moved downward, kissing his way over the soft flesh separating 
Marti's cunt from her shit hole. Suddenly, his mouth was over her tiny anal 
opening. Marti groaned and felt her heart pound even faster than before. She 
had often run her fingers over the hole and knew how sensitive it was to the 
touch. Now she would be treated to the lapping of a male tongue. 

Fields pushed his stiffened tongue against the tiny button. He swirled it 
around over the convolutions, loosening and relaxing the anal muscles, 
driving Marti out of her mind. He forced the tip inside, shoving his way 
into her rectal passage. Marti moaned and screamed with passion. 

"Oh, fuck my ass. Fuck it with your big tongue. Like that, yes, like that. 
Get it way up inside me. Oh, yeah, like that." 

She pulled her legs back against her chest, opening her asshole completely 
to the coach's onslaught. He dug his tongue into her, moving it around 
inside the hole, tasting the spicy flavor of her shit and exciting her young 
body beyond belief. 

Fields fucked his tongue in and out of the girlish ass, while Marti wiggled 
beneath him. Her motions set the whole trampoline to moving, and she began 
to toss about more and more freely. 

The coach pulled his face away from her asshole. "Hey, we have to calm you 
down a little, or you're going to be bouncing right up into the air." 

"I don't care. I don't give a fuck. Let me bounce. Just keep eating me out. 
I love it. I love it." 

The coach went back to sucking and nipping at her asshole. He shot his arms 
out, finding her upstanding tits. Pushing down on them with both hands, he 
stopped Marti's bouncing movement, holding her still so that he could 
continue to eat out her bottom. 

The girl covered Fields' hands with her own and pushed them hard against her 
breasts. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh, sending jolts of pain and 
pleasure through Marti's body. 

The man left Marti's shit hole and moved again up to her soaking cunt. She 
was ready to come. She could feel it. One more running of his big tongue up 
and down her slit would do it. He began at the base and moved slowly upward, 
moving inch by inch up toward the throbbing clit. Fields tickled his tongue 
all along the length of the smooth, hairless cunt. The man was a real 
expert, Marti could tell that. Between his tongue in her twat and his hands 
kneading and pinching at her tits, Marti was out of her mind with passion. 

Fields kept moving his mouth and tongue upward, taking his time in reaching 
the swollen clitoris. Now he was only a couple of inches from it. He nudged 
it lightly with his nose. Marti groaned. The man moved up and took it 
between his lips, squeezing it tightly between them. He lashed his tongue 
over the tip of it and was immediately rewarded by screams of helpless 
delight from the girl. With her hips heaving high off the canvas, she came, 
flooding the man's mouth and chin with her hot, bubbling juices. He lapped 
them up greedily, making sure not one drop was lost. The child spasmed again 
and again, her entire frame wracked with a series of wild climaxes. Gerald 
Fields did not stop sucking at her until she finally lay quiet and 
whimpering with exhaustion. 

"Did you like that?" he whispered. 

"Oh, yes, Christ, yes. It was the greatest feeling I ever had." 

For awhile after that, the girl was so quiet, she seemed to be asleep. 
Fields just stood there looking at her, loathe to disturb her in her wanton 
beauty. Finally, Marti stirred herself. She looked up at the man and smiled. 

"That was really the greatest," she said. 

The teenager raised herself to a sitting position, never taking her eyes off 
the coach's face and hairy chest. 

"Are you ready for me to return the favor?" she asked. "You can take off 
that silly jock strap now, and I'll suck you off. I just can't wait to taste 
your cum." 

The coach grinned sheepishly. "I'm afraid you're too late." 

"What do you mean?" 

"See for yourself," he said, pointing to the elastic pouch. 

It was soaking wet. 

"What the hell did you do, cum in your pants?" 

"I'm afraid so. I'm sorry, but you just got me too excited. I couldn't help 
myself." 

"Well, I suppose I should take that as a compliment," Marti giggled, tossing 
her head. 

She was still determined, though, to get a taste of the man's cream. She had 
waited too long for it to be disappointed now. 

"Peel off that jock, right now," she ordered. 

"Okay. Anything you say." 

As he stripped down the supporter, Marti was thrilled by the sight of his 
big prick, shiny with wasted cum. Even half soft it was exciting and strong 
looking. 

"Give me the jock," she said, holding out her hand. 

As Gerald Fields watched in amazement, Marti grabbed the jock strap and 
stuffed its pouch into her mouth, sucking the fresh cum out of its webbing. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Marti Stevens could hardly believe her luck. She had the handsome coach 
right in the palm of her hand. Before leaving him, she had made him promise 
to meet her again the next night. This time, she was determined that he 
would fuck her. She could not wait to have her cunt filled with that huge 
slab of meat he had dangling between his muscular legs. What a joke it was 
that she had made him come without ever touching his prick or even letting 
him free it from the confining pouch of his jock strap. She must really turn 
him on as much as he said she did. Maybe she should force him to keep the 
jock on whenever they got together for sex. She might even make him wear it 
all the time, never taking it off even to wash it. Eventually, it would be 
so stiff from load after load of cum being shot into it, that the pouch 
would absolutely shatter. Besides that, the smell of it would be the biggest 
turn on in the world. Marti knew that the combination of Fields' cum and the 
drops of his piss that soaked into the sack would make an aroma that would 
drive her insane. But, then, forcing him to wear the jock strap the whole 
time was probably not really practical. Besides that, how could she have him 
fuck her if he was wearing that male chastity belt? She had not had his 
prick in her mouth yet, either. Marti wanted that almost as much as she 
wanted screwing. 

As she laid on her bed, she glanced over at the candle in its ornate holder. 
She giggled to herself. To think that only yesterday she had sucked on it 
and shoved it up her twat. She had been so right. It was no substitute for a 
man's good, throbbing prick. Well, she thought to herself with a satisfied 
smile, she would never have to bother with that candle again. 

Coach Fields was a hundred times better than a hunk of wax, and he was all 
hers. He was completely under her power. 

"Marti, Marti, come down to dinner. Honey," her mother called. 

"Yes, coming Mother," she cried as she jumped up and started downstairs to 
the dining room. 

Her father was standing in the front hall waiting for her. He bent down and 
she kissed him on the cheek. 

"Well, how's my little girl tonight?" 

"I'm fine, Daddy. But, please, I'm not a little girl, not anymore." 

"Oh, really," her father chuckled, "And what's brought about this sudden 
change ? " He pulled out her chair for her, and Marti settled herself at the 
table. 

"Oh nothing, I guess. I'm just older, that's all." 

When she and her mother had finished bringing the dinner to the table, Marti 
sat down once again. The three of them ate in silence for a while, and then 
Mr. Stevens said, Marti, do you ever see that hotshot coach everyone in town 
is talking about?" 

"Oh, do you mean Coach Fields?" 

"Yes, I guess so. He coaches the gymnastics team. Right?" 

"Yes, that's right. Yes, I see him once in awhile around the halls." 

"You don't have him for class though, huh?" 

"Daddy, of course not! He teaches junior high phys. ed. He only comes around 
the high school at all because that's where he coaches the gym team." 

"Oh, I see. Well, they say he's going to see to it that our team wins the 
state championship this year. What do you think about that? I imagine you're 
pretty excited." 

"Why should I be? I don't care much about sports." 

"Well, I just thought. . . school spirit and all that sort of thing, you 
know." 

"Oh, Daddy, school spirit is drippy." 

"Marti, you are not to talk that way to your father. Do you understand me ? 
" 

"Now, Dear, that's all right," Marti's father said soothingly, "I don't 
mind. After all, school spirit probably is an old fashioned idea." 

"There you go again, Clifford, always taking her part. Anything Marti does 
is all right with you. Well, let me tell you something. I'm getting pretty 
sick of your never taking a hand. One of these fine days I might just walk 
out and leave the two of you to fend for yourselves." 

Her mother didn't know how much Marti wished she would do just that. She had 
never liked her mother very much. It was always, "Don't do this," and "You 
must not do that." It seemed as though her mother were at her all the time. 

Her father, on the other hand, was as nice to Marti as anyone could be. He 
never scolded her or told her that she could not do something. Besides, 
Marti realized that her father turned her on. She hardly dared admit it to 
herself. At the corners of her mind, she had felt that Clifford Stevens was 
a very exciting male. 

It was not until the day she had come upon her father by surprise that she 
knew how much he excited her lust. 

It was a Saturday, and, as usual, her mother was out doing the weekly 
shopping. 

Knowing that the woman would be after her to come along and help carry the 
bundles, Marti hid in the basement. Shopping with her mother was a drag as 
far as she was concerned. 

Sure that she had the house to herself when her mother left, Marti left the 
cellar. Maybe she would go up to her bedroom and masturbate. It was more fun 
when she was alone in the house, because she could really let herself go, 
moaning and groaning and even screaming sometimes when she reached her 
climax. 

Marti climbed the steps to the second floor. The door to her parents' room 
was slightly ajar, and she heard movement inside. The girl stood in the dark 
hall, letting her eyes accustom themselves to the dimness. Looking in 
through the crack in the door, she saw her father lying on the bed. She 
caught her breath. Clifford 

Stevens was completely naked. He had a good body, firm and muscular, the 
result of the heavy construction labor he performed all week long. At 
thirty-five, he was in the full bloom of his manhood. Marti had never seen 
her father in the nude before, and the sight was fascinating to her. 

Her father's powerful legs were flung wide apart and his huge prick stood 
straight up like a candle. There was enough light so that Marti could see 
his big, bull like balls hanging in their puckered sac. They draped down to 
cover his asshole and to brush against the fuzzy bedspread. Clifford was 
stroking his long cock with eager hands. 

Marti watched with growing excitement, as her father's fingers moved up and 
down the swollen length of his big hose. Her father was uncircumcised, and 
as she watched, the redness of his shiny cocktip was alternately exposed and 
hidden by the loose foreskin. 

The man stroked his prick faster and faster, throwing his head from side to 
side and moaning deeply as the passion built within his body. 

Marti could feel that her twat was beginning to drip, her sexuality excited 
by the sight of her handsome father jacking off his hard cock. She longed to 
finger herself to climax as she watched him, but dared not take the chance. 
Instead, she had to be ready to run away should it look as though he were 
going to discover her spying on him. 

Clifford pulled his knees up onto his chest. 

With one hand, he continued to pump his throbbing prick. With his other hand 
he began probing into his open shit hole with eager fingers. Marti held her 
breath as her father drove first one and then a second finger into his 
gaping ass. He moaned, excited by the filling sensation in his rectum, as 
his fingers dug around looking for his prostate walnut. 

Marti had never seen anything like this. Moreover, it had never occurred to 
her to push her fingers into her asshole while she was pleasuring herself. 
She could hardly wait to try it. If it gave her half as much of a thrill as 
it seemed to give her father as he lay squirming on the bed, it would be 
well worth the effort. 

Suddenly, Clifford Stevens threw his long legs even further apart. His hand 
moved up and down the length of his shaft so fast it was blurred. His 
fingers frigged in and out of his hole at a tremendous rate. He tossed his 
head from side to side, moaning as if he were about to die. His big balls 
were pulled up tightly against the base of his cock. 

A stream of white fluid shot from the end of the huge prick and arched high 
into the air. Marti almost screamed in surprise. Again and again, the 
steaming liquid shot from her daddy's cock. The fresh, starchy smell of it 
hit the girl's nostrils. She ivas so thrilled and excited that she could 
hardly contain herself. Her father's hips lifted off the bed. He kept 
pumping his cock frantically, until he had drained every drop out of it. 

He pulled his fingers out of his asshole and lifted them to his nose, taking 
a good whiff of his own musky ass scent. Then, he began to get up. Marti 
knew that this was the time to make her exit. On tiptoe, she hurried to her 
bedroom and quietly closed the door behind her. She hoped that her father 
had not noticed that it was standing open before. Marti was trembling all 
over, more sexually excited than she had ever been before. How she wished 
she could have played with her father. It should have been her hand pumping 
his stiff cock. Those should have been her fingers probing into his gaping 
shit hole. She could hardly wait to masturbate, thinking about her handsome, 
sexy father as she did so. Damn her mother anyway. What she had suspected 
was exactly the truth. That rotten, dried up woman could not even begin to 
satisfy a man's sexual need. How Marti wished she could do it, just to help 
him out. No, she thought, there was much more to it than that. She wanted to 
have sex with her father because she knew how much his body could fulfill 
her own need. 

"Marti," her father said, bringing her back to the present, "You're not 
eating. What's the matter, Baby, don't you feel well?" 

"Oh, sure, Daddy. I'm all right. I was just thinking about some thing else, 
that's all." 

"Marti, how much do you know about Coach Fields, aside from seeing him in 
the hall once in awhile, I mean?" 

"I don't know anything about him." 

Marti was nearly exploding. If only her parents did know how much she really 
knew about Gerald Fields, they would lose their minds. The best part of the 
joke was that before very long, she would know how the man's long, thick 
prick felt inside her hot little cunt. Maybe her mother and father would 
like her to tell them all about that. 

"You're sure you haven't heard anything else about him?" her father asked. 

"No, Daddy. I haven't heard anything." 

"Honestly, Clifford, why are you keeping at the girl so? No wonder she clams 
up around here and won't even try to communicate with us. You've been 
hounding and hounding her about some teacher she hardly knows." 

"I'm sorry, Dear. I had my reasons." 

"Well, then, what are they?" his wife demanded. 

"I'll tell you later, Dear. Now, let's talk about something else." 

Marti wondered what her father could be getting at. His reasons for asking 
her about Gerald Fields were obviously something which he did not want her 
to understand. She had learned that whenever her father said that he would 
tell his wife something later, it was something that he did not want Marti 
to hear. Well, she thought to herself, all that meant was that she would 
have to spy on them. That was easy enough. She always managed to find out 
whatever she wanted to know. It was a pity her parents did not realize that. 
It would save all three of them a lot of time. 

After dinner, Marti excused herself and went upstairs, supposedly to study. 
She opened a book on top of her desk, turned on the lamp, and got out a 
notebook, just in case her parents came upstairs to see what she was doing. 
Listening through the open door, she waited until she was sure her parents 
were settled in the living room, her mother stabbing away at her 
needlepoint, her father reading the evening paper. 

She sneaked down the hall to the top of the stairs, crouched down in the 
dark, and listened. 

"Why was it you were quizzing Marti about the coach, Cliff?" her mother 
asked. 

"There's a funny rumor going around town. Everybody was talking about it 
today on the job." 

"Funny how? Is it something laughable or odd?" 

"Odd, I suppose. Harv Thamsen told me. He had been over to visit his sister 
and brother-in-law in Pardiville." 

"Oh, yes, Lorette. How is she? Did he say? She had a little trouble with 
that last pregnancy I heard." 

"I don't know how she is. Harv didn't say, so she must be okay. Anyway, it 
seems that this coach at the school, Gerald Fields, used to teach over there 
at Pardiville." 

"So?" 

"So, according to Harv, there was some kind of scandal and the guy was 
fired." 

"Well, then, why on earth would they hire him here? The principal should 
certainly know better than to upset people in this town. They're unhappy 
enough with the way the schools are run anyway. Why, I heard talk at the 
market the other day that they might even fire the principal if things don't 
go better." 

"I've heard the same thing. The guys at work say that the one chance the 
principal has to turn public opinion around is winning the state gymnastics 
tournament this year." 

"That would be nice," Mrs. Stevens sighed. "Forton High hasn't had a winning 
team of any kind for years. Winning at state might just make folks think 
better of the school administration." 

Marti could hardly wait to get to school the next morning. What could it be 
that the coach had been involved in that was bad enough to get him fired ? 
Maybe he had been caught fooling around with some student in Pardiville, 
just the way he had been doing with her and with Peg and with God knew who 
else. Certainly if anyone in authority had walked into the gymnasium while 
the man was eating out her cunt, he would have been fired on the spot, and 
probably arrested to boot. 

That was a good thing. It allowed Marti to keep the coach exactly where she 
wanted him. She wished he taught in the high school instead of at the junior 
high. She would like to be able to walk in on him in his office anytime she 
felt like it and make any kind of demand she chose, just to emphasize to 
Gerald Fields who was boss. 

Maybe she would start calling him by his first name. Yes, that was it. 
Better yet, she would call him Gerry. That would make him squirm, 
particularly if she let it slip once or twice when she met him in the halls. 

Tonight after school, she was going to demand that Field shove his fat meat 
into her. She doubted that he would give her any trouble about it. After 
all, he had been more than willing to eat her cunt last night, and had even 
come in his pants while doing it. Marti's mouth watered as she remembered 
the taste of the coach's cum as she sucked it out of the pouch of his 
supporter. It had tasted better than she had ever imagined anything could. 
Of course, last night's dose had also been flavored with ball sweat and 
piss, but she was sure that that just made it taste all the better. The 
flavor of it had been so sweet, so fresh. She wondered if every man's cock 
juice tasted the same. Maybe she should ask Peg. Her friend claimed that she 
had sucked enough boy's cocks to know. Better yet, Marti's experience with 
Coach Fields had made her feel very bold. Why should she be afraid of any of 
the boys in school, when she had already had her twat licked by a real man? 

Just then, she saw Jim Hale coming down the hall in her direction. Jim was 
the best man on the Forton High School gymnastics team. He was one of the 
reasons the team was slated to go to the state tournament. Jim could perform 
on the rings and parallel bars like no one the town had ever seen. Besides 
that, he was one of the cutest boys in school, and not only in Marti's 
opinion either. The only trouble was that he would not give her the time of 
day, just because she was a freshman. Well, he had not met the new Marti. 
She would make him notice her this morning, or know the reason why, "Hi, 
Jim," she said, stepping directly in front of him. 

"Hi, Kid," the athlete answered, looking down at her. 

"The name is Marti, Jim, Marti Stevens, and I'd like to talk to you." 

"I'm in a hurry. Have to get to class, you know. Excuse me." 

He tried to walk past her, but Marti just stood there blocking his path. 

"It won't take long. What I have to say is very brief." 

"Okay," Jim said, disgusted at being held up by a freshman, "What is it?" 

"Just this. Some of the other girls tell me that you've got a nice big cock 
and that you like having it sucked." 

"What? Where in hell did you hear that?" 

"Never mind, but if you really do like having it treated right, just ask me 
out. Okay?" 

"Get out of my way, you little tramp. I ought to report this to the 
principal." He pushed past her. 

"Go ahead. See if I care, you queer!" she yelled after him. 

She would fix him. How dare Jim Hale turn down a blow job from her. She 
would fix him all right. All she had to do was figure out just exactly the 
best way to do it. Marti vowed she was going to sample the boy's cum if it 
was the last thing she did. 

At lunchtime, Peg Forts came rushing up to her in the cafeteria. 

"Marti, what have you done?" 

"Done? Whatever do you mean, Peg?" Marti asked, fluffing her hair and 
imitating Peg's little girl voice. 

"Jim Hale's going all over school, saying terrible things about you. That's 
what I mean." 

"He is, is he? Well, exactly what is he saying?" 

"Terrible things, just terrible," Peg cried. 

"You already told me that, Peg. What is he saying exactly? You can tell me. 
I'm a big girl." 

"He said you were a tramp, and, besides that, he claims you said something 
just terrible to him in the hall." 

"Oh, is that all." 

"Is that all? Is that all? That's plenty if you ask me." 

"Nobody asked you, Peg. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to make a phone 
call." 

"But you haven't finished your lunch, and besides. . . . " 

"Besides what?" Marti asked, looking down at Peg. 

"You haven't told me what you said to Jim in the hall, you know, to make him 
so mad." 

"Peggy," Marti smiled, "Eat it. My lunch I mean. Ta Ta." 

She stalked out of the lunchroom. So that pantywaist of a Jim Hale was 
running around spreading stories about her, was he? Now it was a matter of 
doing more than just getting to his cock. Now she wanted revenge. The snotty 
little blabbermouth. 

Marti slipped into the pay booth and slammed the door. She put a dime in the 
slot an dialed the number of the junior high school. 

"Is Coach Gerald Fields there?" she asked. 

The secretary asked her to wait, and a few minutes later, Fields' voice 
said, "Coach Fields here." 

"Hello, Gerry. How are you today?" 

"Who is this, anyway?" 

"Why Gerry, I'm hurt that you don't recognize my voice. This is Marti 
Stevens, your little trampoline student." 

"What do you want? And don't call me Gerry." 

"I'll call you anything I want to," Marti snarled. "I thought we 
straightened that out last night." 

"Oh, yeah, well maybe we did at that. What do you want, Marti?" 

"I want you to get hold of Jim Hale and tell him to come to the gym after 
school." 

"I thought you wanted me to meet you there after school." 

"Of course, silly boy, but I want Jim there too. I have to talk to you 
before he comes though." 

"Look, Hale's my best man on bars and rings. I don't want to put extra 
pressure on him." 

"Sorry, Gerry, I need him for something." 

"Tell me what it is, and I'll see what I can do." 

"I'll see you at three-fifteen in the gym. Tell 

Hale to be there at three-thirty. I'll tell you when I see you what I want 
him for." 

Marti hung up the phone, not giving the coach a chance to reply. 

As soon as classes were over, Marti headed for the gym. 

"Hi, Marti," the coach grinned, pretending to be casual. 

"Did you do what I told you to?" 

"Get a hold of Hale you mean? Sure. He'll be here in fifteen minutes." 

"Okay, here's what I want you to do," Marti said, feeling like a character 
in a spy movie. "When he gets here, I'll be out of sight somewhere. Tie him 
up and leave for awhile." 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Fields asked, hardly able to believe 
his ears. 

"I should think it was quite clear. I said tie him up. Here." 

Marti pointed to the rings which were suspended by cables from the gymnasium 
ceiling. 

"Tie him to the rings? What for?" 

"Never mind what for. Just do as I say." 

"And if I don't agree, what then?" 

"Why, Gerry," Marti purred, "I'm surprised you'd ask a thing like that. If 
you don't do as I say, I might just tell a few people about how much fun you 
and I had last night, or how much fun you and Peg had the night before 
that." 

"Oh, I see," the coach said quietly. 

"And if that's not enough, I might just make a telephone call to Pardiville. 
You know where Pardiville is, Gerry. That's the place you used to teach, 
before they fired you." 

The coach's face went white as a sheet. Whatever he had done in Pardiville, 
it was obviously serious enough that he did not want anyone here to know 
about it. 

"Okay, Marti, I'll do whatever you say." 

"Good, Gerry. I knew we would see eye to eye eventually. I'll hide before 
Jim Hale gets here. You tie him up to the rings so that his feet are off the 
ground, and then go away for a half hour. I'll take care of the rest. You 
just come back and let him down. Understand?" 

"Look, I don't want to be party to whatever this is you're planning to pull 
on Hale. He's one of my best men." 

"You ought to be thankful that I'm fixing it so you can leave. I'm 
protecting you. Can't you see that?" 

"But how can I just tie the kid up, for Christ-sakes?" 

"Why, Gerry, I'm sure you'll think of something," Marti cooed, running her 
hand over the man's chest. "You're my big, smart coach. You can handle it. 
Besides, if you do it just right, I'll let you do whatever you like with me 
just as soon as Jim leaves. How's that?" 

"Fine. I guess it will have to be, won't it?" 

"Now you have the idea. It's almost time. I'm going to hide." 

Just as she disappeared behind the pile of rolled mats, Marti heard the 
gymnasium door open. Footsteps came across the floor. 

"Hi, Coach. What did you want me for?" Jim Hale's voice said. 

"Hi, Jim. Thanks for coming in. I've got, well, a new exercise I want you to 
try out. It's to help strengthen your arms, so you can work better on the 
rings." 

"But you already said I was good on the rings, Coach." 

"Look, Hale, this exercise is guaranteed to make you more than good. It'll 
make you great. Okay?" 

"Okay, Coach. Don't get sore. I was just asking. Do you want me to change 
into my uniform?" 

"No, just take your shirt and shoes off, that's all." 

The tall youth hurriedly removed his short sleeved shirt and kicked off his 
loafers. Bare chested, he presented himself to the coach. 

"I'm set. What's the exercise?" 

"Well, Jim, it's mostly a stretching exercise. Put your arms over your head. 
That's the way. Now, I've lowered the rings so you can grip the cables that 
hold them. Do that." 

As Jim Hale grabbed hold of the cables, Gerald Fields looped a rope through 
the ring and around his wrist. He ran it back and forth several times, and 
then tied a tight knot, securing Jim's hand and lower arm to the ring. Then 
he did the same with the other hand and arm. 

"I don't get this at all, Coach. You're tying me up." 

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing. It's to get you ready for the 
exercise." 

"What's next?" 

"This," Fields said. He walked over to the wall where the cables were 
secured, untied them, and pulled. 

Tied to the rings, Jim Hale was pulled helplessly up into the air, his arms 
stretching in their sockets. 

"Hey, what is this, anyway?" he yelled. 

"Like I told you, Jim, it's a stretching exercise. You just hang there like 
that for a few minutes. It'll exercise your arm and shoulder muscles just 
fine. I have to make a phone call. I'll be back in just a little while to 
let you down." 

"But it hurts!" the boy screamed. 

"You'll get used to it. Just remember that it's good for you." 

The coach turned and walked out of the gymnasium. As soon as he was gone, 
Marti came out from behind the pile of mats. Jim Hale looked down at her. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked in surprise. 

"I might ask you the same question, Queer. You look pretty silly hanging up 
there like that. Who do you think you are, Christ on the cross?" 

"Don't get nasty with me, Marti, and don't call me queer either." 

"Why not? Aren't you?" 

"No, of course not. What makes you say that?" 

"Well, that should be obvious, even to you. Queer. I made you a perfectly 
straight forward offer today, and you turned it down. As far as I'm 
concerned, any boy who won't take a blow job from the best looking girl in 
school is queer." 

"You were sure straight forward, I will say that. But what gives you the 
idea you're the prettiest girl in school?" 

"I just am, that's all, and you're a queer. No wonder you don't want your 
cock sucked. You're probably too busy sucking cock yourself." 

"That's not true. What gives you the right to say anything like that?" 

"The same thing that gives you the right to go all over school calling me a 
tramp." 

"Oh, well, I'm sorry about that. You just took me by surprise, that's all. 
Girls don't usually just walk up to guys in the hall and ask them if they 
want a blow job." 

"Well, this one does, and people around here had just better get used to 
it." 

"Marti, if I promise not to ever say anymore about you to anybody, will you 
do me a favor?" Jim asked, his voice pleading. 

"Depends on what it is, I guess." 

"Let me down from here. My arms are killing me. They feel like they're going 
to stretch right out of their sockets." 

Marti threw her head back and screamed with laughter. "Are you kidding? I've 
got you just exactly where I want you. Get ready, Jim Hale, because you're 
the subject of a little experiment." 

"What are you talking about?" Jim asked, fear dawning in his eyes. 

Marti caught his expression and loved it. Here she stood, a freshman, and 
she had complete control over the hottest member of the gymnastics team. She 
could do whatever she chose with him, and all the time she was doing it, she 
knew that he was being kept in a state of constant, aching pain. Well, maybe 
what she had in mind for him would take his mind off the pain. She advanced 
to directly in front of him. 

"My experiment is simple, actually. I say you're a queer. You say you're 
not. One of us is wrong. I propose to find out which one it is." 

"But what are you going to do." 

"This, for starters." 

Marti grabbed the top of the boy's pants and ripped open his belt. Her 
clever fingers unbuttoned the waist band. 

"What the hell are you doing?" Jim yelled. 

"I'm taking your pants down. That should be clear, even to you." 

She found the slide of his zipper and pulled it down. Then, she grabbed the 
tight pants and pulled them down to his knees. He swung helplessly from the 
rings, knowing that what Marti Stevens said was true. She could do whatever 
she liked with him, and he could not do a damn thing about it. 

Marti's eyes glowed with lust as the athlete's young cock flopped free. It 
was shriveled up, showing clearly the terror the girl had generated in him, 
and that made the smooth sac of balls look all the bigger and more enticing. 

"My goodness, aren't you tiny down there. I bet the boys call you Tom 
Thumb," Marti taunted. 

"They do not! I'm as big as anybody else." 

"Oh, so you've spent some time checking around, have you? Tell me you're not 
queer. I bet you can't keep your eyes off the other guys' crotches when 
you're in the showers." 

"That's not so. Let me down from here, so I can pull my pants up." 

"Maybe I will, but only when I'm good and ready. Besides, I love looking at 
that little, tiny thing, and that red fuzz is a real nice touch," 

Marti giggled. 

Jim Hale's prick was crowned by a bush of flaming red hair, only a few 
shades lighter than the hair on his head. As Marti looked at it, it was easy 
to imagine that the boy's crotch was on fire. The idea made her shiver with 
excitement. She wished she had a book of matches. She would get even with 
the little bastard then. For now, though, Marti would have to concentrate on 
starting a fire of a different kind. 

"So," she said, "You claim you're not queer, that you're turned on by girls, 
and I'm saying that girls don't interest you any more than a stick of wood. 
Let's see who's right." 

"How are you going to do that?" 

"Simple. We'll just see how long it takes you to get a hard-on.' 

"I couldn't get a hard-on in this position." 

"Let's find out, shall we?" Marti smiled. 

Slowly and deliberately, she began unbuttoning her blouse, taking care to 
stand directly in front of the hanging boy so that he had no choice but to 
look at her. As she opened the front of the garment, she spread it wide, 
giving Jim a good view of more and more of her creamy flesh. Finally, she 
shrugged the blouse off over her shoulders and licked her lips invitingly. 
She could hardly wait to get her full lips around Jim Hale's prick. Before 
very long she would know how another male's sperm tasted. But she had to 
force herself to wait. What was the thrill of sucking on something that 
looked like a shriveled worm? No, she would hold off until she had the young 
stud good and throbbing hard. Then she would wrap her mouth around him and 
make him fuck her eager throat. 

"Do you like these?" she teased, cupping her palms under her tits and 
holding them up to the boy. 

"Yeah, I like them," Jim replied, despite his fear. 

"Wouldn't you like to run your tongue over these little pink nipples? When 
you play with them, they get hard and stand up, like this, see?" 

Marti squeezed her nipples between her fingers, quickly teasing them to 
erection. Jim Hale looked down at her. 

"Hey, that is nice," he said, his voice filled with admiration. 

"That's only the beginning. I have more to offer you. All you have to do is 
get hard, and you can have all of it." 

The blonde girl reached up under her short skirt and pulled down her sheer 
pantyhose. Pushing them down her legs, she kicked her shoes off and slid the 
hose over her feet. 

"Look," she said, "Now I'm all bare, except for this little skirt. 
Underneath it, I'm naked. My little cunny's just hot and dripping for you, 
Jim. Would you like to see it?" 

"Yeah, yeah, I would, Marti." 

"Say please," the girl teased. "Please, please let me see it. I really want 
to see it." 

Marti could see the lust in Jim's expression. Better yet, his prick was 
beginning to stir in anticipation of getting a look at her smooth, hairless 
cunt. She knew that, before too much longer, the boy's prick would be hard 
and jerking with life. Then and only then, would she take it into her hot, 
wet mouth. 

Slowly, Marti unzipped her skirt. Looking up into Jim Hale's eyes, she let 
it drop. Jim moaned with excitement as the smooth crack came into view. 

"There," Marti purred, running her hands up and down her thighs, "There it 
is, and it's all for you if you want it. Do you want it, Jim? Tell me." 

"Yes, oh yes, I want it." 

The boy's dong was beginning to swell now. Marti could see the blood pumping 
into it. She bent backward and let her fingers play up and down her inner 
thighs, giving Jim a good look at her open slit. The young athlete licked 
his lips hungrily. 

"Is your mouth watering for it, Jim? Would you like to eat me out with your 
hungry mouth? Is that it? How do you think I'll taste to you? I bet you 
think I'd be the best thing you ever ate in your life, don't you? Tell me 
what you think it would be like." 

"I think you'd taste good, Marti, real good. I'd love to eat you, to suck 
the juice out of that pretty little cunt of yours. Let me down and I'll show 
you." 

"No, no, not just yet. First, let's get you dripping and stiff. It looks to 
me like you're only about halfway there now. I want to see you all the way 
up, before we do it. Am I right?" all the way up, before we do it. Am I 
right?" 

"Yeah, Marti, yeah. I'm a lot bigger than this when I'm really hard. I'm 
close to eight inches." 

"Oh, so you've been using a ruler on yourself, have you?" 

"Yeah, once or twice." 

"I've got a better way to measure. I'd like to see how far that prick of 
yours will go down my gullet. But I won't do that until you're hard all the 
way. How about it? Can you get it hard for me?" 

"I don't have to, Marti. You're doing it for me. Just looking at you there 
is making me stiff." 

"Let's see what a little action will do," Marti said, grinning at the boy. 

She moved close to him. He was suspended so that his half-erect prick was at 
a level with her breast. Again cupping her smooth tits in her hands, she 
rubbed them lightly over the tip of the boy's dong. He moaned with passion, 
and his cock jumped at her touch. 

"Hmm," she whispered, "You like that, don't you ? " 

"Yes, yes, I love it. Oh, don't stop, please." 

Marti brought one hand to either side of her tits and maneuvered her body so 
that she caught Jim's prick in the crack between them. She pushed her 
breasts together, holding the swelling cock in the warm place, making a cunt 
out of her cleavage. The girl could smell the earthy odor of the athlete's 
crotch. She longed to lick the salty sweat from his balls, and to strain the 
red rock fuzz though her white teeth. 

Marti pulled away, letting Jim's prick slip out from between her tits. The 
exposed knob was moist with the boy's pre-seminal leaking. The longer prick 
jerked before her eyes, completely erect. 

"Hmm, you were right. It is about eight inches long. Nice and thick too, 
just the way I like them. Would you like me to give you a good, heavy 
sucking now? Would you like that?" 

"Yeah, I'd like that," Jim replied, his voice low and tight. 

"Tell me how much you would like it. Talk to me about it." 

"I'd like it a lot, Marti, more than anything in the world. I feel like my 
cock's going to bust wide open, it's getting so hard. Suck on it for me. Get 
your mouth around it and suck it good." 

"I will, Baby, but first I'm going to rub it all over my face, so I can 
really get to feel it good. Would you like that?" 

"Yes, I'd like that. Be careful, though, or I might just come on your face 
before you ever get my prick in your mouth." 

"Don't do that, Jim. Promise. I want to taste your cum. I want every drop of 
it." 

Marti cupped her hand under Jim's cock and moved her face in close to it. 
Taking the shaft in her eager fingers, she rubbed the prick across her 
cheek. 

"Oh," she breathed, "It's so soft, so smooth, like satin." 

She rubbed her hair against the sensitive prick, burying her nose in between 
Jim's legs and inhaling deeply of his sweaty crotch smell. The musky odor 
turned her on all the more, and she could feel the contractions in her own 
cunt. Her twat was soaking already, lubricating itself to be fucked by the 
throbbing cock she was rubbing over her face and into her hair. But that 
would have to wait for another time. Today, Marti was going to take Jim's 
sweet load into her throat, tasting every healthy drop of it. 

"Put it in your mouth, Marti, please. Put it in there and suck on it, just a 
little bit. Come on, please." 

"What will you do for me if I do that?" Marti asked. 

"Anything, anything you say, Marti. I promise." 

"Will you take me out?" 

"Sure, I'll take you out," the boy promised, nearly out of his mind with the 
desire to be blown. 

"Not just to screw, I mean on a real date." 

"Sure, on a real date. Just suck it. I'm so hot I just got to get it off 
quick." 

"When ? " Marti asked, giving the hard prick a squeeze. 

"When what?" the boy asked in surprise. "When will you take me out on that 
date." 

"Whenever you say. Anytime. Come on, eat my cock!" 

"Saturday night?" Marti squeezed his prick again, bringing a drop of clear 
liquid to the tip. 

"Sure, fine. Now come on and suck me, please?" 

Without another word, Marti opened her mouth and swallowed as much of Jim 
Hale's prick as she could. The boy groaned with passion. The sensation of 
the smooth, hard cock in her mouth was the most exciting thing in the world 
to Marti. She played her tongue over it, running its pointed tip around the 
rim of the corona, picking up the salty flavor of the boy's dried urine. The 
flesh was impossibly smooth. It seemed to Marti almost as though she were 
licking glass. But Jim Hale's prick was much better than glass. It was very 
warm, almost hot, and she could feel the throbbing of the handsome athlete's 
heart in it. 

Marti pulled her mouth away and examined the stiff, jerking dong carefully. 
It was one of most beautiful things she could imagine. Shiny with her spit, 
it looked so strong and powerful that she knew she had to swallow it, have 
it inside her, coax it to yield up its white, creamy treasure. Until she did 
that, she would never be satisfied. 

Sticking out her tongue, Marti flicked it across the reddish purple head. 
Jim moaned deep in his throat. 

"Oh, Christ, suck it, eat it. Oh, Jesus, take it all, Baby. Stuff it in your 
mouth. Let me fuck your mouth, Marti, please let me." 

Despite Jim's begging, Marti could not resist teasing him just a little 
more. Of course she would suck him. She would pull a bigger load out of the 
sexy redhead than he had ever given before. But she would do it only when 
she was ready to do it, and not before. She was in charge. She was in 
control, and Jim Hale had better realize that. 

Marti continued to play her wet tongue over the hot cock knob. She drove her 
tongue tip into the piss slit, scooping out the clear pre-cum and tasting it 
carefully. It tasted good, so fresh and clean. And, yet, at the same time, 
Marti could taste salt and a certain sweetness, the flavor of boyish sweat. 

The blonde girl let the steely shaft slip from her mouth and pushed her face 
beneath it to lick the big, low hanging balls. They looked like fresh fruit, 
ripe and ready to be picked. Marti shot her tongue out and laved it over the 
hairless sac. Jim groaned, excited out of his mind by the girls' careful 
attention. 

Open her mouth wide, Marti sucked one of the big eggs into her hot oral 
cavity. She rolled it around on her tongue, savoring the flavor of it. After 
a moment, she brought her fingers up to capture the other nut and stuffed it 
inside her mouth beside the first. She now had a mouthful of Jim Hale's hot 
testicles. 

Giving in to a sudden urge, Marti bit down on them lightly with her sharp 
teeth. Jim let out a scream, as his legs flew wide apart. 

"Don't, Marti! Please, for Godsakes, don't!" 

Marti chuckled to herself. The fool was clearly afraid she was going to 
castrate him. That might be fun, but she knew she could never get away with 
it. Still, making the helpless boy think that she was about to bite his nuts 
off was too tempting. She bit down harder, making Jim scream again, the 
victim of utter terror. With his arms tied and his body hanging in the air, 
there was absolutely nothing he could do to defend himself. He screamed 
again and again, so loud that Marti was afraid he was going to attract 
someone's attention. 

She let the big balls slide out of her mouth and looked up at him. Tears 
were streaming down his face. Worst of all, his huge dong had begun to 
shrivel. 

"Don't worry, Jim, I was just kidding. I wouldn't bite your nuts off, at 
least not until I'd tasted a load of your cum. My, my, it's a pity some of 
your teammates can't see you now, crying like a baby." 

"You'd cry too, if you thought somebody was going to do something like that 
to you," Jim sobbed. 

"Well, maybe somebody already did," Marti said mockingly. 

"What do you mean ? " the boy asked. 

"Look," Marti said, stepping back from her victim and spreading her legs, 
"There's nothing there but a hole. Somebody must have bitten my cock and 
balls off, right?" 

The young athlete laughed, despite his fear. The sight of Marti's gaping 
cunt had had just the effect she had hoped it would. Jim's cock was hard as 
a rock once again. 

Taking immediate advantage of the situation, Marti threw her arms around his 
hips and pulled his groin against her face. This time she swallowed the hard 
dong all the way, right up to the red curled hilt. The long, thick shaft 
made its way deep into her gullet. Marti almost choked, but held back the 
feeling, determined to let this boy know that she was a professional. She 
worked her throat muscles, expanding and contracting them around the stiff 
shaft. Jim threw his head back and moaned with passion. 

The thirteen-year-old started running the long prick in and out of her 
throat, alternately pulling Jim's body toward her face and pushing him away. 
His dong slid easily in and out of the girl's well lubricated throat. The 
sensation was as good as any fuck could ever be. Marti's young gullet was as 
tight as an asshole or a baby's cunt. 

By the sounds of him and by the way his prick was jerking in her mouth, 
Marti knew that the handsome redhead was not far from climax. Faster and 
faster, she swung him against her face, burying her nose in his tickling 
pubic bush and then pushing him away, so that only his swollen knob remained 
inside her. She lashed her wet tongue across it again and again. 

Suddenly, the boy's buttocks went tense in her hands. She knew he was ready 
to shoot. She pushed him backward, so that his pulsating tip rested on the 
end of her tongue. She was determined to taste every drop of his hot cream. 
Holding the trembling body still, Marti waited. Then, with a loud groan, Jim 
Hale began to come. Jet after steamy jet of searing starch poured over 
Marti's eager tongue and down her throat. Its taste was delightful, as good 
as, but completely different from, Gerald Fields'. She loved everything 
about the fresh gism, its flavor, its slippery texture, its warmth against 
her tongue. She swallowed eagerly, sucking hard to get every single ounce of 
the precious liquid. 

Marti kept sucking until she was certain that Jim Hale was milked absolutely 
dry. Even after she had emptied him, she kept drawing on his shaft, 
caressing it with her hot tongue until he begged her to stop. 

Standing back and grinning up at the boy, Marti asked, "How was that?" 

Jim was so out of breath that it took him a moment to answer. 

"It was great, Marti, the greatest thing I've ever felt." 

"Am I an expert, Jim?" 

"Yeah, an expert." 

"Am I better than the other girls you've been with?" 

"A hundred times better, Marti." 

Marti casually gathered up her clothing and slipped into it, not bothering 
with the pantyhose. She would be stripping in a few minutes for her session 
with the coach, so she was not about to waste time putting on pantyhose. She 
looked up at Jim. 

"A hundred times, did you say?" 

"Yeah, Marti, at least a hundred times." 

"Well then, tell that to your buddies when you see them," Marti called as 
she turned and started to walk away. 

"Wait, Marti. What time do you want me to pick you up on Saturday night." 

"Saturday night?" 

"Yes, we have a date. Remember?" 

"Oh, that. I'll just have to let you know. Jim. I'm not really sure I want 
to go." 

Marti turned and walked out of the gymnasium. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Marti waited around a corner for a few minutes, until she saw Jim Hale 
leave. He was rubbing his shoulders as though they were really sore. Marti 
grinned. It served him right. He ought to be rubbing his crotch, that was 
where he had had the real workout. 

Returning to the gymnasium, she found 

Coach Fields waiting for her. He was shaking his head and smiling. 

"I got to hand it to you, Marti. You're something else. That was quite a 
performance." 

"How do you know?" 

"I went up on stage and peeked through the curtains. I saw the whole thing. 
Boy, was that something." 

"Who told you, you could watch?" Marti screamed. "I didn't give you any 
permission." 

"Oh, come on, for Christsake, Marti. I just had to know what you were going 
to do to the kid. You got to admit you should have expected the request you 
gave me to tie the guy to the rings to raise my curiosity." 

"Yes, I suppose so," Marti answered, secretly flattered that the coach had 
spied on her. "How did I do?" 

"You were fantastic. As a matter-of-fact, watching the whole thing turned me 
on so much, I practically came in my pants." 

"You didn't, did you?" 

"No, why?" 

"Because, Silly, I wouldn't want you to waste it. I have a little exercise 
planned for you too." 

"Oh, Christ, don't tell me you want to tie me up too." 

"No," Marti giggled, "Nothing like that. Actually it's very simple, and I 
don't believe you'll object at all." 

"What do you want me to do?" 

"Screw me." 

As Marti slipped out of her skirt and blouse again, she could not help 
chuckling to herself. Two days ago, nobody around school even noticed her. 
Now, she had two willing slaves and the means to develop as many more as she 
wanted. Gerald Fields might be afraid that she would blow the whistle on 
him, but he was more than willing to sink his big prick into her just the 
same. Marti felt there was no end to what she could have, no limit on the 
boys she could use in any way she pleased. After all, the tumbling coach was 
her own private bodyguard now, ready to do whatever she told him to. What 
could be more perfect? 

Marti and the coach stood looking at one another, both completely naked. 
Fields was hard, his prick jutting straight out from his hairy body. Marti's 
cunt was dripping. All the while she was blowing Hale, she had been thinking 
about how she was going to be fucked by the coach. Now it was about to 
happen. She just hoped she could keep from coming until he had forced that 
big pole into her itchy slit. The girl was so ready that she could hardly 
hope to hold off. Well, she decided, if she came right away, she would just 
start right in aiming for the second one. 

"Come on, Gerry," she said, grabbing the man by his stiff prick, "Let's do 
it over here, on the trampoline." 

Pulling Fields by his dripping cock, she led him over to the trampoline. 
When they reached it, the man bent down and scooped the girl into his arms. 
With a quick movement, he threw her onto the canvas. She hit with a shriek, 
bouncing joyfully up and down on the taut, springy surface. Fields jumped up 
to join her. He made a grab for the girl, but he was not quick enough. Marti 
went bouncing away across the canvas. 

"Come and get me," she screamed. 

From the end of the trampoline, Marti watched Fields coming after her, his 
long prick slapping against his legs. She was going to have that beautiful 
tube of flesh inside her very soon now, and it was all she could do to not 
to just flop down on the trampoline and let the big man mount her. But she 
knew it would be all the better and the coach would be all the hotter, if 
she played hard to get for a bit. 

"Come here, you Goddamn little whore," Fields yelled. 

In his hurry to get to Marti, the man fell forward. When his belly hit the 
mat, he bounced back to a standing position. In the meantime, Marti bounced 
right over his body to the other end of the apparatus. 

"Here I am, Gerry. I'm over at this end. Come and get me. My cunt's dripping 
for you. Why don't you take it?" 

"Stand still, you bitch!" the man shouted, turning around and coming at her. 

Marti could tell that her game playing had done the trick. Gerald Fields' 
cock was now completely erect and sticking straight out from his body. Best 
of all, it was pointing directly at her. Suddenly, the blonde teenager no 
longer had the desire to tease. Now all she could think of was getting 
screwed by that ten inches of super heated meat. She wanted the coach's 
huge, thick dong stuck into her more than anything she could think of. 

Without another thought, Marti let herself down onto her back, her arms and 
legs spread wide, staring up at the older man. Silently, she held out her 
long legs. His hand went to his inflated prong, and he stroked it gently, 
making it even harder than it had been before, preparing it for its 
delightful journey into the virgin cunt. 

Marti's fingers moved down between her legs. Slowly, she pulled the lips of 
her hairless cunt apart, inviting the coach to sink his stiff rod into it. 
Her entire body was attuned to what was to come in the next few seconds. She 
had waited so long, trying to imagine what it would be like, that she could 
hardly imagine it was really finally going to happen to her. 

Fields moved forward, his eyes glazed with passion. He could smell the 
fresh, earthy odor of the girl's dripping crack. The animal in him was 
completely aroused. He could not have stopped now, no matter what happened. 
If the school board and the parents of all his students had suddenly 
gathered around the edges of the trampoline to watch, he would have kept 
right on going. His entire brain was focused now on splitting open that tiny 
vulnerable slit. 

Dropping his head, the man attacked Marti's cunt with an open mouth. His 
tongue found the small, erect clit, and he laved it hungrily. 

"Don't! Stop! You'll make me come. Stop!" the girl screamed. 

"Don't you want to come?" Fields asked. 

"Of course, but I want it to be while you're fucking me. If you lick my 
clit, I'm going to gush right now. Please wait. Make me come with your fat 
cock inside me," the teenager pleaded. 

The coach leaned forward, aiming his burgeoning prick with his hand. He 
rubbed it against the sensitive gates to the girl's twat. She moaned at the 
feeling, tossing her blonde head from side to side. 

"God," she moaned, "It's so warm, even the tip. I'll burn up with it in me. 
It's like a poker. Stick it in fast and hard. Set me on fire with it. Do it 
now!" 

Flexing his buttocks forward, the man shot his cock into the girl. She 
screamed with pain as the blunt knob pushed its way through the opening. 
Even all her sessions with the candle had not prepared Marti for this. She 
felt as though the coach was shoving a fence post into her body. It hurt 
more than anything she could remember. 

"Stop. Pull it out. Stop. I can't take it," she sobbed. 

"Like hell. You'll take it and love it. This is what you wanted, what you've 
been begging for. Now you got it." 

Fields shoved in further, forcing the walls apart, grunting at the sensation 
of smooth warmth his throbbing cock was encountering. 

Marti squirmed beneath him, twisting her hips and trying to get away. She 
tried to scoot out from under the man. Fields grabbed her shoulders, 
pressing her down against the surface, at the same time pushing in further. 
By now, half his prick had disappeared. The girl was tight, unbelievably 
tight. Perhaps his thick organ would rip her to pieces. If it did, that was 
her tough luck. He was going to give her a reaming out they would both 
remember. 

Marti was frightened nearly out of her mind. She had not counted on being 
raped. The man was totally out of control, his eyes filled with animal 
passion. Sweat broke out on his forehead and dripped down onto her small, 
helpless body. He would kill her. She felt certain his big pole would rip 
her in two before he was finished. As the huge rod scraped into her body, 
the pain grew, becoming more intense than ever. 

"Don't. Stop. Please stop!" Marti screamed, hysterical with fear. 

Gerald Fields slapped her hard across the face. "Shut up, you little slut," 
he growled. "This is what you wanted. I'm giving you a fucking you'll 
remember. Shut up and take it like a woman." 

Marti began to whimper, too afraid to scream anymore. Fields was all the way 
inside her now. She could feel his wiry pubic hair scrubbing against her 
sensitive skin. His big balls brushed against her smooth buttocks. The man 
paused for a moment, glorying in his domination of the child and enjoying 
the intense warmth of her silky flesh on his throbbing prick. 

As Marti lay helpless, the pain began slowly to drain away. Almost 
magically, it receded, leaving behind a sense of fulfilling warmth. Now she 
knew what girls like Peg meant when they talked about how much they loved 
being screwed. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. Holding a 
man's raging prick inside her body was everything. The sense of power she 
had experienced while she was milking Jim Hale's young cock faded to nothing 
when compared to this. She held the root of Gerald Fields' being inside her. 
Instead of feeling like a helpless victim, she suddenly felt as though she 
were a mighty conqueror. 

She looked up into the man's eyes. "Gerry," she whispered, "It's wonderful. 
You're wonderful. Fuck me, please fuck me. Do it hard. Make me remember it." 

The coach looked down at her in amazement. He could scarcely believe that 
this was the same girl who, only a moment before, had been crying and 
sobbing hysterically for him to stop. He smiled. 

"I'm glad you've decided to relax and enjoy yourself," he said. 

Slowly and carefully, Fields pulled his cock out of the tight cunt. Marti 
whimpered again, this time afraid he was going to take it away from her. 

The coach drew back until only the flaring knob of his prick was still 
inside. He could feel the pliable cuntlips bearing down on his shaft. 
Glancing down between their bodies, he could see the place where his was 
joined to the girl's. His cock was shiny and wet, bathed in Marti's natural 
lubricant. Fields was glad he had entered her dry this time. That way, she 
would remember. There were streaks of red on his prick. 

"Hey," he asked, "This isn't your first time, is it?" 

"Yes," Marti answered, nodding her head. "Jesus Christ, I got me a virgin!" 
Fields threw back his head and roared with laughter. 

"What's so funny?" Marti asked, impatient for him to get on with the 
fucking, now that she was enjoying it so much. 

"Oh, nothing, I guess. It's just that I would never have suspected that you 
were a virgin. I mean you seem to know your way around. I'm surprised some 
guy hasn't taken your cherry before now." 

"Are you going to talk or screw?" Marti snarled. 

"Guess," the coach grinned. 

With one powerful stroke, he slammed his prick back into the gaping cunt. 
Marti yelped with pleasure. She felt the thing poking into her body, deeper 
than before. The flaring crown poked into her smooth flesh. Once again, the 
entire length was inside her, probing clear up into her young belly. 

With a sigh, Marti brought her legs up on either side of Fields' body and 
locked them around his buttocks. She pulled him against her, trying to force 
still more of his heavy meat into her body. 

"Hey," he said, "I'm giving you all I got. Isn't ten inches enough for you?" 

"Ten inches is great, Gerry Baby, but I don't think I can ever get enough 
hot cock, not when it feels as good as yours does." 

"Hmmm, that's what I like, appreciation." 

The man rotated his hips, moving his wet cock around inside the teenager's 
gripping twat. She moaned with pleasure, feeling the blunt tip nose against 
her from every possible angle. The coach's sweating body rubbed against her 
own, slipping easily on their combined perspiration. Marti reached up and 
threw her arms around his neck. Pulling his face down to hers, she kissed 
him with an open mouth. Fields ran his thick tongue into her mouth and 
licked at it, tasting the sweetness of Mari's oral cavity. The girl thrilled 
to the idea that the big man was entering her in two places now, demanding 
complete fulfillment from her lithe young body. 

Marti arched her chest, pushing her pert breasts into the coach's broad, 
hairy chest. She sighed at the delightful sensation of his thick furry mat 
rubbing against the smoothness of her skin. Her nipples were erect and 
aching, attuned to sensuality, along with the rest of her being. 

Twisting her hips and contracting her pelvic muscles, Marti sent new tremors 
of excitement through the coach's muscular frame. 

"Oh Christ, you are the hottest little piece I've had in a long time. Oh, oh 
Baby, you fuck so good. Jesus, you hot twat's pulling the spunk right out of 
my balls. God, take it, take it all." 

With one more quick thrust, assuring that his swollen prick was as far into 
her as he could get it, Fields started to shoot. With a deep groan, he 
unloaded his hot, white cream into Marti. She could feel the searing jazz 
pumping into, running through her eager guts, and it sent her over the 
brink. With an excited yelp, the girl climaxed, her whole body shaking with 
total orgasm. 

She tossed her head about as her body bathed the man's prick and balls with 
her hot sex juice. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. "Fuck me hard. Take it all. 
Christ, I never felt like this. Heaven, it's heaven. Stroke it in and out, 
hard, hard. That's it, oh, yeah, that's the way." 

Despite the fact that he had dropped his wad, whitewashing the teenager's 
guts, the coach's prick was still rock hard. Manfully, he fucked it in and 
out of Marti's twat, rolling her on to climax after shaking climax. The 
girl's body trembled all over. She came again and again, shouting and 
cursing into the man's ear, her heels flailing against his backside. 

The air around them was filled with the aroma of their sex. The heavy, 
yeasty smell drove them on to new sexual heights. To his amazement, the man 
knew that he was going to shoot again, even though he felt as though he had 
just shot everything into the girl, right down to his toenails. 

Marti was a tigress, demanding satisfaction beyond all endurance. She was 
determined to milk the coach dry of every bit of hot gism he could 
manufacture. It was all hers. She longed to feel each ounce of it course 
into her body. She had to have an ocean of sperm swimming and wriggling in 
her belly. From now on, that was all that would satisfy her. As she lay 
there, crying for more and more sex, she could imagine herself with semen 
flowing into her cunt, her asshole, her mouth, nose and ears. She wanted to 
be completely filled with it, to be drowned in hot, white spunk. 

Finally, after a long time, while they rolled and tossed on the pliable 
surface of the trampoline, the coach shouted out once more. Bucking his hips 
wildly, he emptied his second hot load into the gaping, sucking twat. 
Feeling the new white river flow into her, Marti set off on a new, intense 
series of climaxes, digging her fingers deeply into Fields' back, ripping at 
his skin and drawing great drops of scarlet blood. 

At last, the two of them lay satiated. Marti was crushed under the great 
bulk of the coach's heaving body, soaked in his sweat and her own. The man's 
weight on her began to be more than she could stand, and Marti tried to push 
him away. 

"Get up. You're too heavy. It's hot." 

"What is this? Don't you even want to cuddle a little?" 

"Cuddle? What for?" 

Gerald Fields rolled off her body and lay on his side looking at Marti. "Oh, 
I see. You're all business, hey?" 

"If that's the way you want to put it. I needed to get my cherry popped, and 
you took care of it for me. I don't think that gives me any reason to cuddle 
with you." 

"Oh, so now you're through with me, are you ? " 

"Are you kidding?" Marti laughed. "Not by a long shot." 

"Good. I'm glad, because I kind of liked what we just did. You're a real hot 
little piece of ass. I'd like you all to myself." 

"You don't mean that, do you?" Marti asked, suddenly very serious. 

"What if I do?" 

"It wouldn't work, that's all. It doesn't fit my plans." 

"Your plans? And just what are your plans?" 

"You're going to help me get who I want. Those are my plans." 

"Who you want? What do you mean by that?" 

She laughed. "I should think that's obvious, even to you, especially after 
the way I made you set up that trap for Jim Hale tonight." 

"But I figured that was just a one time thing." 

"You figured wrong. There are plenty of people around this school I want to 
get, and you're going to help me get them. Maybe I'll even share a few of 
them with you once in awhile, if you promise to be good." 

Fear dawned in the coach's eyes. "You're crazy, do you know that?" 

Marti slapped him hard across the face. "Don't you dare talk to me like 
that!" she screamed. "And don't forget, Mister, I can blow the whistle on 
you anytime I fucking please. So you better make up your mind to that right 
now. You will do exactly as I tell you to, whenever and whatever I decide 
I'm going to tell you, and you'll do it right. Is that clear?" 

The coach was silent, staring at Marti with wide eyes and rubbing his 
stinging cheek. 

"I said, is that clear?" she shouted. 

"Yes, yes that's clear," he whispered. 

"Good. Now, as long as that's understood, you and I are going to have a real 
good time around here. Besides that, I'll let you fuck me, just like we just 
did. So, you see, you can have a pretty good life, as long as you remember 
to follow orders. I have to get dressed and go home now. I can't be late for 
dinner, or my folks will get nervous." 

Marti jumped off the trampoline and got into her clothing. The coach lay on 
the canvas, still unable to believe the situation in which he found himself. 
The girl had taken him as a virtual slave, and she knew it. Somehow, he had 
to figure a way out of this, but at the moment, he could see none. There was 
nothing to do but play along with her, at least for awhile. 

"Well," said Marti, "are you coming." 

"Coming? Coming where." 

"You're driving me home, or did I forget to tell you?" 

"Aren't you afraid your parents will see you getting out of my car and ask 
some strange questions ? " 

"You can let me out a block from my house. Now come on." 

They had barely pulled out of the school parking lot, when Marti scooted 
over close to the coach. Quickly, she snaked her hand down into his crotch. 
Finding his big hunk of beef, she gave it a squeeze. 

"I'm sorry I had to talk to you so rough, Gerry. You understand though, 
don't you?" 

"Understand what?" Fields asked gruffly. 

"That I had to be sure you understand the arrangement. I mean, you might do 
something foolish that would ruin your whole career, and we wouldn't want to 
have that happen, would we?" 

She ran her fingers over the length of his shaft, feeling it begin to harden 
under her touch. Despite himself, Gerald was her slave, physically as well 
as mentally. She rubbed her fingers against his cock, enjoying the sensation 
of its rapid growth. 

"There wouldn't be any trouble for me if you'd just keep your mouth shut," 
he said, moving his legs apart to give the girl better access to his crotch. 

"And I will, as long as you and I get along, Gerry. You do see that, don't 
you?" 

Marti's fingers found the slide of the coach's zipper, and she pulled it 
down slowly. Fishing inside the gap in the front of his slacks, her hand 
closed around his stiffened dong. She pulled it out into the air. The car 
was filled with the fragrance of the hot, leaking meat. 

"Mmmmmm, Gerry, you have such a beautiful prick. I love to play with it and 
run my hand over it like this. Do you like it when I do this?" 

"Yeah, sure I like it," Fields answered, his voice tight. 

"My, my, a person wouldn't know you'd come twice such a little while ago. 
You're as hard and dripping as though you hadn't got your rocks off all day. 
Would you like me to suck it for you?" 

"Sure, sure I'd it. But I thought you were in such a hurry to get home. You 
said your folks would be nervous." 

"Don't worry. I'll think of something to tell them. Drive on out to the edge 
of town. I know a place we can be alone." 

Knowing better than to disagree with Marti and wanting the feeling of her 
hot lips on his prick, Gerald Fields drove to the edge of the small 
community. 

"There's a turn to your right just up ahead," Marti said. "Take that." 

Her hand never left the big cock for a second. She continued to pump it 
slowly all the time they were riding. It was all she could do not to dip her 
head under the edge of the steering wheel, and suck the coach's turgid cock 
while he drove. But she knew it would be better to wait. She knew just the 
place, a small clearing just off the country road. 

Fields made the turn and proceeded down a bumpy dirt road, overhung with 
trees. After they had driven about a mile, Marti said, "Here. Pull off the 
road and stop the car." 

The coach steered the car over to the side of the narrow road and turned off 
the engine. Marti jumped out of the car, and headed into the trees. 

"Come on, follow me," she shouted. 

Fields jumped out of the drivers side, and ran around the car, his long cock 
flopping out of his pants. He followed Marti into the woods, almost losing 
sight of her in the tall underbrush. She knew exactly where she was going. 
She had been exploring these woods since she was a child, and had decided 
long ago that the clearing she was leading the man to was just the right 
place for what they were about to do. 

Marti broke through the trees and into the open apace. The afternoon sun 
bathed the small clearing in light. Marti turned to look at Fields. 

"Do you like it?" she asked. "It's one of my favorite spots." 

"It's okay, I guess. It looks secluded enough so nobody will see us." 

"That's what I like about you Gerry. You're so romantic." 

Fields threw back his head and roared with laughter. 

"What's so funny?" Marti demanded, scowling at him. 

"It's just a little strange, that's all, your talking about romance." 

"Why? Why shouldn't I be concerned with wanting a little romance?" 

"No reason, except that a half hour ago you were raising hell with me 
because I wanted to cuddle. It's hard to believe this is the same girl 
talking." 

"Well, it is the same girl, and I'll thank you not to make fun of me." 

"Okay, okay. Let's just do what we came here to do." 

Gerald Fields undid his heavy leather belt and unbuttoned the top of his 
slacks. He pushed them down, letting them fall to his knees. The sight of 
him in his shirt and tie, dressed except for the area from his waist to his 
knees, was extremely lewd and exciting to Marti. She walked to him as if she 
were hypnotized. 

"Lie down," she whispered. 

"Come on, just do it this way. Get on your knees. I want to pop quick and 
get out of here." 

"I said lie down. Now do it." 

Without further comment, Fields lay down on his back in the tall grass, his 
slacks bunched around his ankles. Marti knelt beside him and grasped his 
thick cock in her hand. It had lost some of its hardness, and the girl 
stroked it eagerly, bringing it back to iron stiffness in a matter of 
seconds. Her eyes were riveted to the wonderful staff. The afternoon sun 
turned it to gold, its smooth, flaring head still a proud dark red color. A 
drop of fluid glistened in the deep cum slit. Marti's mouth watered for the 
taste of it. 

She briefly considered ripping off her clothing and straddling the coach's 
body, driving his rod up into her once more, but there was not time enough 
for that now. Instead, she dropped her head to the prick head and caught the 
drop of pre-cum on the tip of her tongue. She licked the satin knob, wetting 
it down with her warm spittle. 

Fields growled with pleasure and arched his buttocks off the damp ground, 
inviting the girl to swallow more of his pulsating shaft. She obliged him at 
once, taking as much of his hot cock into her mouth as she could manage. 
Marti whipped her tongue back and forth over the thick ridge on the 
underside of the man's shaft, tasting the musky flavor of prick, enhanced by 
the remains of her own sweet cunt juice. 

"God, you suck cock as good as you fuck," the man moaned. "You're going to 
have me off right away again. Christ, you do it so good, you hot little 
bitch." 

Marti let her teeth graze the smooth, sensitive skin as she moved her head 
up and down on the upturned prick, taking more and more of it into her with 
each thrust of her head. Her long blonde hair swept against Fields' groin, 
exciting his body even more completely. 

Before long, Marti had the entire length of the long shaft stuffed into her 
gullet. She held it there, flexing her throat muscles against it, her nose 
pushed against the coach's groin, inhaling deeply of his sexy, sweaty crotch 
odor. 

Marti moved her hand in between the muscular legs, caressing the inner 
thighs and raising goose bumps all over the man's body. Slowly, she moved 
her hand higher, now sliding the stiff prick in and out of her throat at a 
faster and faster rate. Her palm closed around the low hanging balls, and 
she gave them a hard squeeze, sending pain through Fields' groin and making 
him yelp with excitement. Next, her fingers lifted the puckered sac and 
found their way beneath it. She ran her long nails over the sensitive skin 
between the coach's balls and ass opening, making him squirm his hips with 
mounting passion. She probed until she found his tiny, clenched hole and ran 
her fingertips lightly over its fluted surface. 

"Hey, what are you doing?" Fields asked in surprise. 

Marti let his stiff cock fall from her mouth. "I'm playing with your 
asshole. What did you think I was doing?" 

Without waiting for a reply, Marti jabbed a finger through the tight opening 
and ran it up inside the man's rectum. He squirmed about, struggling to 
dislodge the intruder, but only succeeded in driving it in further. 

"Come on! Cut it out! That's off limits," he shouted. 

"Not anymore, it isn't. I want my fingers up your hole, and that's exactly 
where they're going. Be good and let me do what I want, or I'll get Jim Hale 
or some other fag around school to fuck you there. How would you like that, 
Gerry? Would you like a big cock shoved up your ass? That would prove 
whether you were a real man or not." 

"Don't talk like that. That's queer talk. I don't like it." 

"Tough fucking shit, Baby," Marti cried. 

She shoved a second finger into the coach's ass next to the first. He sobbed 
with pain. The girl wiggled her fingers around, stretching his hole further 
and making him hurt all the more. The man's hard-on wilted before her eyes. 

"What's the matter, Big Boy? Did I frighten you? Don't you like me playing 
around in your shit hole? Maybe I should find a nice sharp stick to shove up 
there. Then you'd have something to be scared about." 

Suddenly, Marti's finger touched something hard. She probed at it, jabbing 
her finger against it again and again. To her amazement, Fields' limp prick 
soared instantly to full erection. 

"Wow," she said, "What did I do." 

"You hit my prostate gland. Don't you know what that is." 

"No, what?" 

"It's a little gland in a man's ass. When you touch it, it drives him right 
up the wall, just like what you're doing to me right now. If you keep that 
up, I'll cream without your ever touching my prick." 

"No kidding?" Marti asked, immensely excited at the new discovery. 

"No kidding. In fact," the man gasped, "I'm there right now." 

In a flash, Marti ducked her head and cupped her lips over Fields' raging 
cockhead. Her finger nudged hard against the swollen walnut in his shit 
hole, and she felt the white love starch start to boil out of him. She drank 
greedily, hungry for every drop. 

The coach yelled and moaned, throwing his buttocks high off the ground and 
driving his prick all the way down the girl's sucking throat. She kept 
probing at his prostate until she was sure she had forced every drop of hot 
semen out of his balls. It tasted good, very fresh because it was the third 
load his nuts had manufactured for her this afternoon. From now on, she 
resolved, she was going to keep him drained continually, even if it killed 
him. Marti was rapidly growing to love cum beyond anything else in the 
world. She wanted to drink as much as she possibly could. Besides keeping 
the coach empty, she intended, with his help, to taste that of every good 
looking boy in school. They had plenty of it. Every last one of them was a 
human factory churning out millions of sperm every day. Why should she not 
have her share of it. 

All she had to do was figure out ways to make it look like Gerald Fields was 
not setting things up for her. She would have to work out situations the way 
she had this afternoon. Without doubt, Jim Hale thought that she had just 
happened to stumble upon him, while he was engaging in his new exercise 
program. There was nothing to allow him to suspect the truth, that the coach 
had made him a sitting duck for Marti's advances. 

If the boys talked about her, that was an advantage as far as Marti was 
concerned. 

Girls like Peg, whom everybody in school knew was an easy lay, seemed to get 
all the sex they wanted. And that was what Marti wanted, sex and plenty of 
it. 

Marti sucked the last bit of gism out of Gerald Fields' prick, sat back on 
her haunches, and grinned down at him. "There. Now take me home." 

When she reached her house, Marti had to put up with a long scene from both 
her parents. They wanted to know where she had been until nearly dark, why 
she had not called, and a hundred other things. Marti managed to get them 
calmed down, and by the time they had eaten dinner, things were once again 
relatively peaceful. 

Marti went upstairs to study. After about a half hour, she heard the phone 
ring. 

"Marti," her father called, "It's for you." 

It was Peg Forts. They had no more than said hello, when the girl blurted 
out, "Marti, is it true?" 

"Is what true?" 

"Did you really blow Jim Hale's cock in the gym this afternoon after 
school?" 

"Of course it's true," Marti replied. 

"But I just can't believe it," Peg squealed with delight. "I never thought 
Jim Hale would even look at a freshman." 

"Well, he looked at me." 

"The way I heard it he was tied up. He didn't have a choice." 

"He didn't complain." 

"Then he was tied up?" 

"Yes. What of it?" 

"But why was he tied up?" 

"Some new gymnastics exercise I guess. All I know is that I found him 
hanging there and took advantage of the situation. He seemed to enjoy it. He 
came enough." 

"Uuuuh, I wish I had been there." 

"Where did you hear about it anyway?" 

"I heard it from Cindy Hansen, and she heard it from Charlie Smith." 

"And where did Charlie Smith hear it?" 

"From Jim I suppose." 

"Probably while Jim was demonstrating what I did for him." 

"Oh, Marti, you're so naughty. You don't really believe those stories about 
Jim, do you ? " 

"How should I know. He came this afternoon. But then all I did was suck his 
cock. He might have been pretending I was a boy for all I know." 

"Not according to what I heard. Cindy said he wants to take you out and 
really get to know you. You know what that means." 

"As a matter-of-fact, he did ask me out for Saturday night." 

"Oh, wonderful. You won't be a virgin after that, I bet." 

"For your information, I'm not one now." 

"What? You didn't tell me. When was it? Who was it with?" 

"It was a little while ago, and I won't tell you who the boy was." 

"Oh, come on, Marti. Please tell me. We're supposed to be best girlfriends, 
aren't we?" 

"Maybe, but I just can't tell you." 

"Be that way. I'll find out eventually anyway. Be sure to tell me all about 
Saturday night. Promise." 

"I'm not sure I'm going." 

"Not going? But Jim Hale is the most popular boy in school. Of course you'll 
go. I just have to hear what kind of a fucking partner he is." 

"You mean you've never had him, Peg." 

"No," the girl replied sheepishly, "I never have." 

"Look, Peg, I have an idea. Why don't we arrange a little surprise for Jim 
Hale. I'll go out with him and manage to maneuver him to some nice spot, 
maybe that clearing out there on the edge of town, you know, the one where 
we used to go on picnics? You can hide there and wait for us, pretend to be 
out looking at night owls or stars or something." 

"What for?" 

"So we can get him to screw both of us, silly." 

"Hmmmm, that does sound like fun. But I can't do it, Marti. I'm busy on 
Saturday. I'll be getting a screwing of my own." 

"Oh? Who with?" 

"I can't tell. I promised." 

"Oh come on, Peg, tell me." Marti knew that if she kept at Peg long enough, 
she would find out what she wanted to know. The girl could not keep a 
secret. She had too big a mouth. 

"Well, all right, I'll tell you, just because you're my best friend, but you 
must promise not to breathe a word to anyone." 

"I promise." 

"Listen, Marti, I mean that seriously. No one must know. It would be very 
bad for him." 

"Peg, I said I promise and I meant it." 

"All right then. I have a date with Coach Fields." 

Marti was silent for a moment, too stunned to speak. 

"Marti, Marti, are you there? Can you hear me?" 

"Yes, I'm here," Marti said, fighting to keep her voice under control. 

"Well, what do you think. Isn't it the most exciting thing you ever heard?" 

"Yes, I suppose it is. Tell me, how did it come about?" 

"Well, do you remember the other day when Gerry, he told me I could call him 
Gerry, isn't that cute? Well, anyway Gerry caught us in the gym. Do you 
remember?" 

"Yes, of course I remember." 

"He sent you away, and made me stay there. Do you remember that?" 

"Peg, stop asking me that. I remember everything about it." 

"All right, you don't have to shout at me. Anyway, I thought Gerry was 
keeping me there to punish me. Instead, he forced me to take off my 
clothing. Then he stripped down and made me give him a blow job. Can you 
imagine?" 

"No, I can't," said Marti, remembering how the situation had really 
developed. 

"Well, he must have liked the way I performed, because the very next day he 
asked me to go out with him on Saturday afternoon. He swore me to complete 
secrecy, and I haven't told a soul except you because you're my best friend. 
So promise me you won't breathe this to a soul." 

"I promise, Peg. I won't tell a soul, not about this." 

"Now that I've told you my secret, won't you tell me yours." 

"My what?" 

"Your secret. Who took your cherry? Tell me." 

"Peg, eat shit'" Marti said, and hung up the phone. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The first thing the next morning, Marti Stevens was in the principal's 
office. The nerve of that Gerald Fields. He had apparently been carrying on 
with her, all the time he had his mind on Peg Forts. Despite all she had 
told him, he must not have believed her when she threatened to blow the 
whistle on him. Well, she would show him just how wrong he was. By the time 
she was through talking to Mr. Warren, the principal, Gerald Fields would 
not be able to get a job hauling garbage. The school would just have to 
forget about the state gymnastics tournament. The way the coach had 
humiliated her was more important than any statewide victory anyway. That 
arrogant pig! She would show him, and he would remember it. 

"Well, Miss Stevens, what can I do for you ? " asked the principal. 

He was a pompous man, about forty-five years old and twenty pounds 
overweight. 

"Oh my, I just don't know what to say, Mr. Warren," Marti blubbered, 
brimming over with supposed innocence. "I don't know where to start." 

"Now, now, My Dear, just take it easy. Don't be hysterical. Just begin at 
the beginning and tell me what's on your mind. That's what we're here for, 
to listen to our students and help them through our good advice." 

"Well, Mr. Warren," Marti sobbed, "I'm here about Mr. Fields, the coach." 

"What about him?" The principal's tone of voice became suddenly more harsh. 

"He took, well, liberties with me." 

"Liberties? What do you mean liberties?" the principal asked, his bushy 
eyebrows shooting upward. 

Marti sketched out in lurid detail the things that had gone on between her 
and the coach. She took care not to mention Peg Forts' involvement or to 
even hint at what she had done to Jim Hale while he was tied to the rings. 
She made it all sound as though the coach had initiated everything. As far 
as her involvement was concerned, she told about it almost as if she had 
been raped by the man. Marti painted herself as the overwhelmed, unwilling 
partner in a whole series of unnatural acts. 

"That's the whole story, Mr. Warren," she sighed, dabbing her eyes with a 
kleenex. 

"And, Miss Stevens, just why do you think I should believe you?" 

"What?" Marti stammered. She had not counted on this. 

"Why should I take the word of a freshman student against that of one of my 
best teachers? Mr. Fields is taking the state gymnastics tournament for us 
this year, you know." 

"But, Sir, I would think in the light of what happened to Mr. Fields in 
Pardiville, you would . . . " 

"What do you know about that?" Warren cut her off. 

"Enough," Marti answered, careful not to say anything to reveal that she did 
not really know much about what had gone on in the school where Fields had 
taught before. 

"Rumor, vicious gossip. It was probably started by a student much like 
yourself, Miss Stevens." 

"Mr. Warren, are you saying that I'm not telling the truth?" 

"Perhaps, Young Lady, perhaps." The man stood up, indicating that the 
interview was over. 

"If that's the case, you leave me no choice." 

"What do you mean, no choice?" the principal asked, sitting down again, his 
big butt plumping into the chair. 

"I mean, I'll just have to tell my father what happened to me. He'll know 
I'm telling the truth, and he has some friends on the school board." 

"Now, now, my dear child," the principal soothed, his voice becoming soft 
and pleading, "We wouldn't want to do anything rash, would we. I'll talk to 
Mr. Fields about this. In fact, I have an even better idea. You meet me 
right after classes today, say at about three forty-five, in the gymnasium. 
We will talk to him together. That way, I can hear both sides of the story, 
and we can decide on appropriate action. That way you won't have to bother 
your father with all this. It would only upset him." 

"I'm sure of that," Marti said, rising to leave. "Until this afternoon then, 
Mr. Warren. I really appreciate your looking into this." Her tone was formal 
and businesslike. She wanted 

Warren to believe she was satisfied, at least for the moment. 

There was only one thing Marti found suspicious about the principal's offer 
to confront Fields with her story. School was out at three fifteen. For some 
reason, he wanted to be alone with the coach before she got there. Of 
course, she thought, it could just be that Mr. Warren had something else to 
attend to before their meeting. More likely, though, he wanted to tip Fields 
off to the charges Marti had made so that he would be prepared for her by 
three forty-five. Well, she decided, that was easily enough solved. She 
would simply arrive early. 

At three fifteen, Marti made her way to the gymnasium. She sneaked inside 
and hurried over to her favorite hiding place, the pile of rolled up mats. 
Hardly had she ducked behind it, than she heard someone enter the huge room. 
Footsteps echoed across the floor, as the person came closer. Then someone 
else came in. Marti held her breath. Her suspicions had been correct. 

"Well, Neil, what do you want to see me about?" the coach's voice inquired. 

"A student came to me this morning with quite a story to tell." 

"Oh, really? Who was it, Marti Stevens?" 

"Yes, as a matter-of-fact. I'm surprised you guessed her identity so 
quickly." 

"Just lucky, I guess." 

"She told me you had taken . . . liberties with her." 

"I didn't do anything she didn't invite." 

"Then you admit being intimate with her?" 

"Sure. Why not? She asked for it," Fields sneered. 

"Why not? She's a freshman, barely thirteen, that's why not. I should fire 
you right on the spot, just the way they did over at Pardiville." 

The coach laughed. "But you won't will you ? Don't try to kid me, Warren. 
You're job's on the line if this school doesn't win the state championship. 
I know that just as well as you do. You won't fire me, unless you're 
prepared to go too." 

"But what am I going to do? I tried to bluff the girl, to refuse to believe 
her story. All that did was make her threaten to tell her father and the 
school board. Who do you think they would believe, you or some innocent 
looking freshman girl?" 

"Okay, just leave this to me. I'll see the girl as soon as I can." 

"You'll see her right now. I told her to be here at three forty-five." 

"Do you think she'll show up?" 

"Of course. What are you going to do?" 

"Stick around. You'll find out." 

Marti slipped out from behind the pile of mats, hoping the two men were too 
engrossed in their conversation to notice that she had not come in across 
the gym floor. 

"Good afternoon. Here I am," she said quietly. 

"Oh, Marti," said the principal, "Right on time, I see." 

"Of course, Mr. Warren. I'm always on time when there's something important 
to discuss." 

"There's no point in beating around the bush, Marti. Mr. Warren's already 
told me what you're trying to pull." 

"Oh, really? What about it?" 

"Just this. He says you're threatening to go to the school board." 

"Maybe. So what?" 

"I wouldn't advise it, that's what. You could get hurt." 

Marti could tell the coach was becoming very angry with her tone. That was 
fine. Let him hang himself right in front of the principal. That was exactly 
what she wanted him to do. 

"Get hurt? How?" she asked, her voice mocking him. 

"Like this," the coach shouted, grabbing her arm and pulling her to him. He 
twisted it behind her back and pulled upward, making the girl yell with 
pain. 

"What the hell are you doing?" the principal shouted. 

"Teaching this young slut a lesson. She's going to learn to keep her fucking 
mouth shut, and you're going to help me teach her." 

"I am not!" 

"The hell you're not. You're in this as deep as I am. If you want to keep 
teaching here, we've got to shut her up. Get me those ropes over there." 

"What are you doing to me?" Marti screamed. "Let me go right now!" 

The coach clapped his hand over her mouth. Marti struggled to free herself, 
but Fields forced her arm upward so that it hurt clear to the shoulder. 
Tears streamed down Marti's face. She was afraid the strong man would break 
her arm, it hurt so badly. 

The coach steered Marti over to the parallel bars, keeping pressure on her 
arm and clamping his big hand over her mouth. 

"Come on," he shouted at the principal, "Grab her free arm and tie it to the 
bar. 

Mr. Warren did as he was told, tying Marti's wrist tightly to one of the 
wooden parallel bars with a short length of rope. 

"You got a handkerchief?" the coach asked. 

The principal nodded his head dumbly and pulled a white cloth out of his 
back pocket. 

"Get it around her mouth," Fields ordered. "Pull it tight when I jerk my 
hand away." 

The principal carried out orders, effectively gagging Marti and nearly 
cutting off her breathing for a moment. The girl moaned and mumbled, but it 
did no good. 

The men tied her other hand to the parallel bars, spread-eagling her arms 
between the two. As Fields grabbed for her legs, she kicked at him. He 
grabbed both her feet and pulled them into the air. Then, he shucked her 
shoes off and threw them on the floor. Pinching both her legs under his arm, 
he reached up under her short skirt and ripped down her pantyhose. 

"Fields, what the hell are you doing?" 

"Teaching this little whore a lesson, just like I told you. Come on. Help me 
get her skirt off." 

"No, I won't be a party to this." 

"The fuck you won't!" the coach yelled. "It's gone too far for you to even 
think about backing out now. Relax and enjoy yourself. This one's a hell of 
a lay, I promise you." 

"What are you going to do to her?" the principal stammered. 

"Not me, we. We're going to fuck her. Nothing like a good raping to keep a 
girl quiet." 

"No, we can't do that." 

"To hell we can't. Don't get high and mighty with me, Warren. I've heard 
enough stories to know what a dirty old man you are. You can't kid me. You 
can't resist sticking your cock into this young cunt anymore than I can." 

"I guess you've got me figured out," the principal mumbled grudgingly. 

"You goddamn right I have. Now undo her skirt, while I hold her legs." 

The principal fumbled with the zipper of Marti's skirt. She squirmed and 
tossed her head about, but could not begin to free herself from the coach's 
grip. Warren unzipped the skirt and pushed it down her body. The coach 
grabbed it along with her pantyhose. 

"Now her feet," he said. "Let's tie her ankles to the framework. Be quick 
about it. I'm hot to shove my prick into that hot little cunt again." 

The men tied Marti's ankles to the metal supports of the parallel bar 
equipment, and then stepped back to look at her. 

"There," said the coach, "You have to admit that's an inviting sight." 

"Yes," replied the principal, leering at Marti, "It is inviting." 

Marti could see a stirring in the older man's loose slacks, and knew that he 
was already hard just from looking at her. Neil Warren was no longer an 
unwilling witness to the coach's scheme. He was an excited participant. 
Marti was terrified. What if they killed her? What if they maimed her for 
life? She was completely helpless, absolutely at their mercy. They could do 
whatever they liked with her. 

"Wait until you see the sweet little tits on her," the coach gloated. 

He came over to where Marti was tied, and roughly unbuttoned her blouse, 
spreading it apart so the principal could get a good look at her creamy 
young breasts. 

"I bet you can't wait to wrap your mouth around one of those, can you ? " 
the coach asked. 

"No, no I can't," the principal stammered, his eyes glazing over with 
passion. Even if he had wanted to stop now, his body would not let him. He 
was completely captivated by the sight of the blonde girl, trussed up and 
standing vulnerable, unable to do anything but await his attack on her. 

"Too bad we have to keep her gagged," the coach growled. "Otherwise you 
could find out what a hell of a cock sucker she is. She pulls the cum out of 
you like a vacuum cleaner." 

Coach Fields peeled off his shirt, revealing his furry chest and loosened 
his belt. 

"Well," he asked, "What are you waiting for?" 

"Nothing, I guess," the coach replied, his eyes riveted to the struggling 
girl. 

"What do you want to do to her? Tell me." 

"I want to screw her tight little cunt and squeeze those tits at the same 
time. Or do you want to fuck her first?" 

"Naw, you go ahead. I got other plans. What I'm going to do will really 
teach the bitch to keep her mouth shut." 

Fields was naked now. He stood before Marti, stroking his ten inch dong to 
complete erection. 

"Take a good look at it, Baby," he ordered. "In another minute or two, it's 
going to be blasting open your little asshole." 

Marti tried to scream, but all that came out was a strangled moan. She was 
terrified. Her eyes widened, as she looked at the thick meat the coach held 
in his hand. If he tried to shove that thing into her anus, he would split 
her wide open. The pain would be unendurable, much worse than when he had 
screwed her cunt, she was certain of that. Yet, there was nothing she could 
do. No matter how hard she squirmed and strained, she could not loosen the 
bonds that held her. Her legs and arms were wide open, leaving her to be the 
helpless victim of the two men. 

The principal disrobed. Marti looked with disgust at his fat, sagging body. 
Under his pregnant looking belly, she could see his prick. It was short and 
fat, just like he was. The man's balls were like those of a boy, tiny and 
shrunken, almost as though they had never really developed properly. Marti 
felt her stomach turn as she imagined what it would be like to have Warren's 
disgusting, sweaty body pressed up against hers. Already she could smell 
him. He had a mixed odor, part harsh soap and part sour, fat man's sweat. 
The man stroked his short prick, a lewd grin on his jowly face. Marti 
shivered at the thought of his thick lips on her smooth tits. 

As the principal approached her, his prick in his hand, Fields moved around 
behind her. 

"Now, you little bitch," he muttered into her ear, "We're going to teach you 
something you won't forget. You'll think twice before you rat on somebody in 
the future. Just think about what your big mouth got you this time. Think 
about all the grief you could have saved yourself, if you'd just kept your 
nasty trap shut. Think about it all the time we're shoving our hot dicks 
into you. When I'm through ramming your tight ass, you won't be able to sit 
down for a week." 

Marti trembled, afraid that the coach was absolutely right. In fact, she 
wondered whether or not she would ever be able to shit comfortably again. 
She had read and heard a little about anal intercourse, and the idea of it 
had always repelled her. Now, she was about to experience it, totally 
against her will. She did remember hearing, though that, no matter what 
happened, she must stay relaxed. If she did not, she would be seriously 
hurt. 

Marti tried to concentrate on relaxing her rectal muscles, but it was 
difficult. The principal was now rubbing himself against the front of her 
naked body, grunting and groaning like a huge pig, carrying out his twisted 
idea of stimulating her. Marti's mind recoiled as the portly man scraped his 
fleshy belly against her flat stomach. Her fingers probed into her slit, 
forcing its sensitive lips apart and opening it up in preparation for the 
entrance of his short, thick cock. 

Behind her, Gerald Fields was running the knob of his stiff cock up and down 
the crease of her bottom. Despite her fear, there was something about that 
that turned Marti on. The sensation of the man's silky cock flesh against 
her body sent shivers of excitement through her groin. She felt her cunt 
beginning to drip, moistening Neil Warren's fat fingers as he dug them into 
her body. 

"Hmmmm," he grunted, "Getting all turned on, are you ? Good. I can see you 
can't wait for me to shove this big prick of mine into your little cunny." 

Marti could scarcely believe what she was hearing. If she had not had the 
gag in her mouth, she would have laughed in Warren's face. Could the dirty 
old man actually believe that she was eager to have his poor excuse of a 
cock shoved into her? Despite what she thought of the coach and of his 
making a fool of her behind her back, he did have a beautiful and exciting 
prick. The very act of his rubbing it up and down along her ass turned her 
on terrifically. 

"Do you like that, Bitch?" Fields whispered into her ear. 

Marti grunted and nodded her head, becoming more turned on by the second. 
Now, even the principal's clumsy fingers fiddling with her twat felt good, 
although she was nearly sick with the smell of his flabby, sour body. 

The coach brought his fingers down to Marti's shit hole. He zeroed in 
directly on her tiny anal knot and jabbed a thick finger into it. The girl 
twisted her body, trying to get away from the stabbing finger. She strained 
against the ropes holding her hands and feet. It was hopeless. She could not 
avoid being poked full of the man's cruel flesh. 

"I guess you know what I'm paying you back for, don't you. Slut. No whore 
bitch shoves her hand up my ass without paying for it one way or another. 
You're going to pay good, you cock licking cum bag!" 

Fields dug his finger into Marti's ass as if he wanted to rip it to pieces. 
Pain seared through the girl's groin. Again she bucked her slim hips, trying 
vainly to get away. 

"Hey, Fields, what the hell are you doing back there ? " asked the 
principal. 

"Just having a little fun before I stuff my cock into this hot shit hole, 
that's all. I'm giving this snotty whore a preview of what it's going to 
feel like when I shove my meat into her. It's a hell of a lot thicker than 
my finger. You know that, don't you, Bitch?" 

The man sent a second finger in to join the first, making Marti whimper with 
the pain of it. 

"Well cut it out," the principal ordered. "I can hardly get my fingers into 
her twat, she's wiggling around so much." 

"You're just not pushing hard enough. Don't be so fucking gentle with the 
little witch. Give it to her hard. Stretch her twat out with both hands. She 
likes it to hurt. If she doesn't hold still, I'll just slap her shitty face 
until she quiets down. If that doesn't do it, I'll knock her out. Then we 
can do whatever we damn please to her." 

"Hell, Gerry, don't do that. I want her to know it when I shove this thing 
into her cunt. It wouldn't be any fun if she was knocked out." 

"Well, that's what's going to happen to the fucking whore if she doesn't 
stop wiggling around." 

He reached around in front of Marti's body and pinched one of her tits with 
his fingers. "Now you hold still, you little cunt, or you're never going to 
know what hit you. Do you understand ? " 

Fearfully, Marti nodded yes. 

"Good," the coach growled. "You can squirm around as much as you like once 
we get our cocks into you, but not now." 

Now, besides two of Fields' fingers worming around in her butt, Marti had 
Neil Warren's chubby hands digging their way into her tight little twat. The 
man was so inept that, instead of stimulating her sensitive nerve endings, 
he was nearly clawing them out of her body. 

The girl had reached the point where she no longer cared what the men did to 
her, as long as it was over soon. She felt she could even endure the wide 
ten inch prick up her ass, just because she knew that, sooner or later, the 
men would be through with her. 

Neil Warren shoved his cock up against her body. Marti could feel the 
hardness of it probing at the gates to her interior. The man used his 
fingers to stretch her hairless twat even further apart, shoved forward, and 
rammed his prick into her. He pulled his fingers out roughly, and Marti's 
cunt closed around his thick meat. He pushed forward once more, grunting 
with the effort. This time he buried the whole of his short prick inside 
her. Immediately, he pulled out again, not even allowing Marti a moment to 
accommodate her aching cunt to him. 

With another grunt, he shoved forward once more, scraping his prick against 
the tender walls of her flesh. The gagged girl tossed her head in pain. She 
tried desperately to remember how good it had felt when Gerald Fields rode 
his prick into her for the first time. The present moment was as different 
from that as day from night. 

Now, the coach positioned his blunt prick head against the gates of Marti's 
ass. He had not bothered with lubrication, not even spit. The girl knew what 
he had in mind. He wanted to hurt her as much as he could. She tried to 
focus once more on relaxing her muscles, but that was difficult with the fat 
principal sawing in and out of her aching cunt. 

Fields flexed his trim buttocks and pushed forward, forcing his blunt 
cockhead through the tiny opening. Marti had never before experienced 
anything like it. The pain was enormous. Even losing her cherry to the man 
had been nothing like this. She felt as though she might black out from the 
pain. It seared through her guts. Tears came to her eyes and ran down her 
cheeks. There was nothing she could do. Her ears rang and her guts spasmed 
beyond all control. The coach was killing her. She was sure of it. 

"I'm gonna blast you wide open, you hear? I'm going to rip your Goddamn ass 
to pieces and then I'm gonna burn your guts out with a load of boiling hot 
cum, and there's not a fucking thing you can do but hang there and take it." 

He grabbed her roughly by the hips, bent his legs to improve his entry 
angle, and shoved hard, burying half his cock inside the girl's slim body. 

It was as if a hot poker were being thrust into her. Marti shook and sobbed, 
fearful that what Fields had yelled in her ear was really true. She had no 
idea what the thick ten inch rod might do to her rectal channel. All she 
knew for certain was that she had never before experienced mind rending pain 
such as she was knowing now. Every cell in her young body screamed out with 
it. Marti bit into the gag, trying to take her mind off the fires raging in 
the lower part of her body. 

Neil Warren puffed and wheezed, as he pumped his prick in and out of the 
hairless cunt. He bent his face to Marti's soft tits and opened his mouth 
over one of them, sucking as much of the satiny flesh into his mouth as he 
could manage without choking. He bit down on it, grinding sharp teeth into 
Marti's tender skin. 

At the same moment, the coach reached around her and grabbed the other boob. 
Taking it firmly in his hand, he twisted, pulling it out from the girl's 
chest. For a crazy moment, Marti was afraid he was going to rip it right 
off. Had he done so, it could hardly have hurt more severely. Again, Marti 
was in danger of blacking out. There was stabbing pain everywhere. Her body 
was wracked with it. Fields had plugged his long prick all the way into her 
shit hole. She could feel the flaring tip of it far up inside her. She 
wondered if he might not keep pushing it in until it came all the way out 
her mouth. 

The principal kept rubbing in and out of her box, making her raw with his 
frantic movement. He continued to bite and suck on her tit until she thought 
she would go mad. The coach let go of her other breast and dug his fingers 
into her scalp. Roughly, he pushed her head forward and dropped his face to 
the back of her neck. He sunk his teeth into the soft flesh, a torn cat 
mounting a female. 

Their three bodies were drenched with sweat. The air around them was 
redolent with the odor of their dripping bodies. Marti had lost the 
circulation in her arms and legs by now, and the tight ropes bit into her 
ankles and wrists. She prayed for the two wild men attacking her to reach 
their climax. Then maybe they would leave her alone. 

All Marti wanted to do was go off into a dark corner somewhere and lick her 
wounds. For now, though, she had no choice but to hang there between the 
parallel bars, while the coach and school principal battered her insides 
with their hard poles. 

Suddenly, she felt the coach go rigid behind her. He gave one more push, 
sending his swollen prick in further than before. Then, with a scream, he 
began to unload. He grabbed Marti by the hips once more, holding her tightly 
with his dong as far up inside her bowel as it would go. She felt his hot 
gism start pouring into her. He was coming in one long stream, continuously 
pumping the cum out of his balls and into her body. 

Neil Warren threw back his head and gasped. Marti felt him drop his pitiful 
load into her, his body shaking all over as if he were having a seizure. He 
moaned and grunted, still rasping his short, miserable prick in and out of 
the teenager. Marti felt as though her cunt must be bleeding, Warren had 
irritated it so with his constant clumsy ripping in and out of her. 

Marti bit down hard on the gag, enduring, forcing herself to get along, to 
hold out. The ordeal was nearly over. She wondered what the men would do, 
now that they had each filled her with their white slime. 

The principal slouched away from her, staggering backward. His feet caught 
in his discarded pants, and he fell, landing on his fat ass. The smack of 
his flesh against the hard floor reverberated through the gym. 

"Are you all right?" the coach asked. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay," growled the principal, grunting as he got back to 
his feet. 

He looked like nothing more than a chubby, naked Christmas angel, a fugitive 
from some medieval painting. Had she not had the tight gag in her mouth, she 
would be laughing out loud at the sight of him. 

Gerald Fields' prick was still buried up 

Marti's aching butt. As far as she could tell, he was still as hard as he 
had been before he shot his hot load. 

"Come on, Fields, what are you waiting for? Didn't you come?" asked the 
principal peevishly. 

"Of course I came. It just feels so fucking tight and good, that I want to 
cream again." 

"Well, there's not time. My wife will be waiting dinner for me. I can't have 
that. She gets so mad." 

"All right, all right, if that's the way you want it." 

Fields jerked his prick out of Marti's bung hole as roughly as he had gone 
in. The girl winced with new pain as her stretched muscles snapped together. 
Even though the cock up her buns had given her pain like she had never felt 
before, she felt empty now that it was gone. 

The coach strode around to where she could see him. "Look what you did to 
me, Slut," he rumbled, pointing to his prick. 

It was shining and wet from his cum. Besides that, it was liberally streaked 
with brown bits of Marti's shit. 

"I ought to make you clean this off with your tongue, you rotten whore." 

"There's not time, Fields. Come on now. I have to get home to my wife," 
Warren said, his voice agitated. 

"All right, but I got something to say to Miss Whoreass here. Look, Bitch, 
if you ever tell this to anybody, breathe one word to them about what 
happened here today, your ass is dead. I'll hunt you down and fuck your ass 
until I rip it right out of you. Another thing. Don't get any smart ideas 
about telling because who the fuck's going to take your word against the 
principal's. Nobody would ever believe Neil Warren would stick his prick 
into a student. So just forget about tattling. Remember what happened to you 
for telling on me before. You'll get a hell of a lot worse if you try it 
again." 

The coach grabbed up Marti's pantyhose from the floor and wiped his shit 
streaked cock with them. Throwing them back to the floor, he gathered up his 
own clothes and put them on. By now, the principal was fully dressed. The 
two of them stood looking at the girl. 

"What do we do with her?" the principal asked, acting as if he had not given 
it a thought. 

"I wish we could just leave the fucking whore hanging here, but that won't 
work. Untie the ropes, and let's get out of here." 

Fields and the principal loosened the ropes holding Marti's feet and hands. 
She fell into a heap between the parallel bars, unable to stand because the 
circulation had been cut off to her feet. 

"What's the matter with her?" asked Warren, alarmed. 

"Her feet have just gone to sleep, that's all. She'll be all right. Come on, 
you have to get home to your wife, remember? Let's go." 

The two men walked out, leaving the miserable Marti to dress and drag her 
aching body home. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

By the time Marti got home, it was nearly time for dinner. She ran upstairs 
and into the bathroom. Turning on the bath water, she sank to sit on the rim 
of the tub. For the first time, the girl realized she was utterly exhausted. 
She had used up all her reserve energy just getting home after her ordeal. 
Now there was none left. 

"Marti," her mother called up the stairs, "What are you doing? Why do I hear 
water running? What are you up to now?" 

Marti dragged herself to the top of the stairs. "I'm taking a bath, Mother. 
That's why you hear water running." 

"But it's time for supper. Why are you taking a bath now?" 

"Because I'm dirty. Why else?" 

"Honestly, Marti, sometimes you are so crude. Saying you are dirty is 
definitely not ladylike." 

Marti wondered how ladylike her mother would think she was if she had seen 
her being raped both front and back only a half hour before. 

"I'm sorry, Mother. I'm very tired. It's been a very hard day. Don't wait 
for me. You and Daddy go ahead and eat. I'm not hungry." 

"You're not sick are you? There's a lot of flu going around." 

"No, Mother, just tired." 

Marti went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She kicked off 
her shoes and peeled off her soiled pantyhose, throwing them into the half 
filled bathtub to soak. She finished undressing and lowered herself into the 
steaming tub. The hot water felt good lapping around her raw, aching cunt 
and throbbing ass. She could scarcely believe what she had just experienced. 
No one else would either. That was just the trouble. What Gerald Fields had 
threatened about revenge if she told on him and the principal did not bother 
Marti in the least. She knew that if she did tell on them and someone in 
authority believed her, Gerald would never dare touch her. But who would 
believe her story about a double rape? They might think it of Fields. He 
obviously had been in trouble in Pardiville. But the principal was beyond 
suspicion. Neil Warren was a pillar of the church, a devoted family man and, 
supposedly, the epitome of virtue. No one would believe a thirteen year old 
girl's story about how the fat man had, with all that puffing and sweating, 
rammed his cock into her helpless body. 

Nevertheless, as Marti lay there in the tub, letting the hot water soak the 
pain out of her, her mind was filled with one idea, revenge. She had to 
figure out some way to get them, both the principal and the coach. Little by 
little, a plan began to form. 

Marti finished her bath, dried herself, threw on her robe, and went to her 
room. She flopped down on her bed, moving carefully to avoid unnecessary 
exertion for her aching body. She felt better, but only rest would bring her 
back to normal. 

There was a tap at her door. "Who is it?" Marti called. 

"It's Dad. Can I come in?" 

Her father entered the room. He came over and sat down on the foot of the 
bed and asked, "You feeling sick, Honey?" 

"No, Daddy, not really. I'm just tired, very tired." 

"Oh, I see. Well, I was just a little worried about you, that's all." 

There was a strange glow in Cliff Stevens' eyes, and Marti noticed him 
gazing intently at the half open front of her robe. Her mind was suddenly 
filled with the memory of the day she had spied on her father. She recalled 
how big and stiff his prick had been as he lay on his bed jerking it wildly. 
Marti raised one knee, letting the robe fall to reveal most of her white 
thigh. Her father's attention was riveted to her white flesh. 

"Did you want something, Daddy?" Marti whispered, her voice almost 
inaudible. 

"Huh? What?" 

"I was just asking if you wanted anything, Daddy." She let her fingers fall 
to her upper leg and traced them lightly upward. 

"No, nothing. I just wanted to see if you were okay." 

"Daddy, I was wondering about something." 

"What's that?" the man said, tearing his eyes away from the ascending hand. 

"It's spring. Could we go mushrooming again, like we did last year?" 

"Sure, sure, Marti, if you'd like to." Cliff Stevens crossed his legs. 

"Oh, yes, I'd like it very much. Could we go soon, maybe Saturday?" 

"Sure, but isn't that when the team goes to the state gymnastics tournament? 
I kind of wanted to stay home and listen to it on the radio." 

"That's not this weekend. It's next Saturday." 

"Oh, sure, I just got mixed up I guess. This Saturday will be great." 

"And Daddy, could we ask that friend of yours, Max Acaly? He found so many 
when he went with us last year. He seems to know all the best places to find 
mushrooms." 

"Yes," her father chuckled, "I kind of forgot that. Sure, I'll ask him to go 
with us. He's pretty busy though, you know. Always seems to be involved in 
some community work or other." 

"Is he still on the school board?" 

"Yes, and that keeps him plenty occupied. I wouldn't be surprised if he's 
too busy to join us." 

"I'll be disappointed if he can't, Daddy. Now if you don't mind, I'm very 
sleepy." 

The next morning, Marti went looking for Peg as soon as she got to school. 
She found her at her locker, flirting with Jim Hale and some of the other 
boys. 

"Hey, Marti," Jim said, "How about Saturday night?" 

"I don't know yet. I'll let you know," Marti answered breezily. 

As soon as the boys had left, Peg turned on Marti, nearly screaming. 

"What's the matter with you? Jim Hale is one of the most popular boys in 
school." 

"So what? I'm just not sure I'm free on Saturday, that's all. Speaking of 
Saturday, is your date still on with you-know-who?" 

"Shhh," Peg cautioned, looking both directions to be sure no one was 
listening, "Don't even talk about it. I should never of told you, never at 
all. He made me promise faithfully, faithfully not to tell anyone in the 
whole world about it." 

"Cut the crap, Peg. Is it on or off?" 

"On, of course, and don't talk to me that way. You've been awfully nasty to 
me lately. I'm still mad at you for the way you hung up the phone on me the 
other night. I shouldn't even be talking to you." 

"I'm sorry, Peg, really I am. I give you my word it's just that I've been 
over tired lately. Last night I went right to bed without any supper, I was 
so tired. Please forgive me." 

"okay, sure. We're best friends, aren't we." 

"Where are you going on your date with, you know, him?" 

"I don't know. Where does one go in the afternoon, especially when they 
don't want to be, well, seen?" Peg said, whispering the last words. 

"That's a problem, all right. I know where I'd go, though." 

"Where?" 

"The clearing. The one on the edge of town where we used to go for picnics. 
It's really secluded. Hardly anybody knows where it is." 

"Marti," Peg squealed, "You're an absolute genius. Of course, of course, 
that's it." 

On Saturday, Marti woke up around ten. Lying in bed, watching the spring 
leaves outside her window, she felt better than she had for a long time. The 
prospect of revenge filled her mind. Of course, there was always the 
possibility that Peg and the coach would not end up at the clearing, but she 
was willing to bet they would. After all. she had taken Gerald Fields there 
herself, and once she had suggested it to Peg as well, the girl seemed to 
have her mind set on staging her sexual rendezvous with the coach at that 
secluded spot. 

Now all Marti had to do was maneuver her father and Max Acaly, the school 
board member, there to pick mushrooms. She was sure the coach would be 
discharged on the spot or, at the very least, fired at an emergency meeting 
of the school board. As for Neil Warren, Marti would have to make no move 
whatsoever. With the gymnastics coach being fired one week before the state 
tournament, the team would fall apart. Once the trophy was lost, so was the 
principal's job. One more losing team and the gossip attendant upon the 
coach's discharge would take care of Warren in short order. All the time, 
Marti could stand around and watch, pretending not even to be involved. Even 
Peg would get hurt. She had it coming, as far as Marti was concerned. The 
little bitch, this would teach her not to lord her age and experience over 
Marti ever again. 

She and her father were supposed to pick up Max Acaly at one. Peg had said 
that Fields was meeting her at two. The two of them would probably be at the 
clearing by two-thirty. Marti would have to arrange things so she and the 
two older men got there at about three. That way, Peg and the coach would be 
stripped and well into it by the time they were discovered. It seemed simple 
enough. Marti would just let Acaly take them to his favorite mushroom 
hunting spots first and then suggest that they go to the clearing at a 
little before three. If they did not want to go, she would insist, telling 
them that she had seen thousands of mushrooms in the clearing only a few 
days before. If the men were greeted at the clearing with what Marti hoped 
would be there, they would never notice whether there were any mushrooms or 
not, unless some were growing out of Gerald Fields' asshole. 

Marti and her father had a quick lunch, liberally spiced with a hundred 
warnings from Mrs. Stevens about how they must not get lost in the woods. 
They picked up Max Acaly right on time and took off for a hillside where he 
claimed there were always plenty of mushrooms. Someone had been there ahead 
of them. There were few mushrooms, and what there were, were small. After 
they had combed three different locations and consumed nearly two hours, 
Marti suggested the clearing, telling the men her story about seeing more 
mushrooms there than she could begin to count. To her relief, they agreed to 
go there without so much as a word of disagreement. 

"Hmmm," said Cliff Stevens as they drove the bumpy dirt road toward the 
clearing, "There's a car parked there. You don't suppose somebody's gotten 
here ahead of us too, do you?" 

"If there's half as many mushrooms here as Marti claims, there should be 
plenty to go around," Acaly replied. 

They parked the car and jumped out, sacks in hand. Marti led the men through 
the woods. She could scarcely breathe, she was so excited. In minutes now, 
Gerald Fields' world and his career would crash down around his head, and 
only he and she would know why it had happened. Revenge was sweet, Marti 
thought as she tramped through the underbrush, especially when it was sort 
of secret, a sad little shared intimacy between the avenger and the victim. 
She could hardly wait to see the look on the coach's handsome face when they 
stumbled upon him with Peg. What a joke it would be and how perfect. Marti 
also wished she could see the expression on Neil Warren's face when he heard 
the news. She wondered whether or not he would suspect the part she was 
playing in his downfall. Then there was Peg, dear, rotten Peg. What would 
all this do to her? Marti did not care. Peg was just a tool which she had 
chosen to use. What happened to her and her already sullied reputation was 
of little concern to Marti. Whatever happened, Marti hoped it would be as 
unpleasant as possible. 

"Oh!" Marti exclaimed, falling to the ground, "I've turned my ankle." 

Her father and Max Acaly rushed to her. "Are you hurt, Honey?" her father 
asked. 

"It's nothing, nothing at all. I just tripped over a root or something. I'll 
be fine." 

Mr. Stevens took his daughter's foot tenderly in his hand. He squeezed the 
soft flesh and rotated the foot, checking for a break. Slowly, his hand 
moved up to the back of Marti's calf. She liked the way it tickled against 
her smooth skin. 

"Nothing broken," her father said. 

"No, I'm sure I'm all right. But I guess you better lead the way and let me 
tag along behind. The clearing is just up ahead." 

"You sure you'll be okay? You can lean on me if you want to." 

"No, I'm fine. I just want to be a little bit careful. Let's go." 

Marti got to her feet, pretending to favor her supposedly injured leg. She 
had achieved exactly what she had hoped she would. Now her father and Max 
Acaly were going to come upon Peg and the coach first, removing any hint 
that Marti might have led them to the clearing. 

They moved on through the brush, Cliff Stevens leading the way. As they 
broke through into the clearing, Marti's father and Max Acaly stopped cold. 
There was the coach, his trim hairy ass high in the air, right in the middle 
of his fuck with Peg. The girl's long, shapely legs were flailing in the air 
on either side of the man's heaving body. 

"Christ, I'm commmmming, Christ, Gerry, I'm there right now. Fuck me, fuck 
me hard, harder!" Peg screamed. 

"Oh, yeah, yeah, me too. I'm fucking you Baby, filling you right up to the 
brim with my hot jazz. Take it, Peg. Take it all." 

The two people writhed around on the grass, grunting and moaning, the coach 
hurling his boiling load of cum into Peg's sucking cunt. The men stood 
speechless, frozen to the ground. 

Marti was glad she was a little behind them. Otherwise, they would have 
spotted her poorly concealed grin of triumph. 

"What the hell is going on here?" Acaly asked. 

"I should think that would be obvious," Cliff Stevens said. 

The coach snapped his head up to look at them. "Oh, no," he moaned. He 
turned to Peg, who was still screaming out her multiple orgasm, "I thought 
you said this place was deserted, that no one would find us." 

"Yes, yes," the girl moaned. "Don't talk now. Just fuck me." 

Instead, the man pulled his prick out of the teenager's cunt, ripping it 
from her with no regard for her burgeoning lust. 

"What are you doing? What the hell is going on? Don't pull out, don't, 
please don't," Peg sobbed, throwing her head from side to side, her voice 
begging. 

"We're not alone, you fool!" 

"What? What are you talking about?" the girl stammered. 

"Look." 

An expression of shock passed over Peg's face, as she saw the three people 
standing over them. 

The coach knelt broken on the ground. "Christ," he moaned, "Of all the shit 
fucking luck. I'm through, I'm through. That's it. What the fuck am I 
supposed to do now?" 

"Not necessarily," Peg said sweetly, smoothing her skirt down over her 
gaping cunt. 

"What? What the hell are you talking about?" 

"I mean you're not necessarily through. Isn't that right, Mr. Acaly?" She 
smiled up at the school board member. 

"I don't know, that is, well, I mean just . . . " 

Marti looked at Acaly. He was blushing so red he looked like a fresh tomato. 

"Max wouldn't say anything about this little picnic to the other members of 
the board for anything in the world, would you, Max?" Peg asked, using the 
little girl voice Marti hated. 

"Uh, no, I mean, I guess I wouldn't," the man replied, glancing nervously at 
Marti and her father. 

Marti was caught, completely off guard. What the hell was going on? Why was 
Max Acaly so obviously upset? Suddenly, the scene was not going according to 
her plans. It should be so simple. Acaly, as a member of the local school 
board, should be outraged and screaming, telling Gerald Fields he was fired. 
Instead, the man seemed only confused and embarrassed. 

"What the hell is going on here?" Fields asked, obviously as surprised as 
Marti at Acaly's reaction. 

"Shall I tell them, Max, or will you?" Peg purred. 

"Ah, well, that is, I . . . " 

"Poor Baby! You don't need to be nearly so upset as this. You're among 
friends. To set your mind at ease, Gerry, Mr. Acaly and I have been meeting 
on the sly for six or eight months now. Haven't we, Max?" 

Acaly shook his head dumbly. 

"Yes, that's right," Peg giggled. "It all came about one night when I was 
babysitting at the Acalys' house, and Max came home before his wife did. We 
found out right then that we had a lot to offer one another. Didn't we, 
Max?" 

"I guess so," the man replied in a strangled voice. 

"Why, Max, you sound so unhappy. Surely you didn't think I was going to be 
faithful only to you, the way they say in the wedding ceremony, did you ? A 
girl my age has to get around when she can you know. Nobody has any ties on 
me." 

Marti felt faint. The shock of the last few moments was almost more than she 
could stand. The fact that Peg, the biggest mouth in school, had been 
carrying on with Acaly and had not let it slip was beyond belief. Marti 
began to see that she had made the mistake of underestimating the older 
girl. But there was still her father. If Acaly had come upon Peg and the 
coach alone, the two of them would have been home free. As it was, there 
were two more witnesses, Marti and her father. 

"Peg," she blurted, "Are you crazy or what?" 

"Why, whatever do you mean, Dear?" Peg asked, smiling up at her from the 
ground. 

"How can you expect to get away with this, with Daddy and me here?" 

Peg threw back her head and laughed. "What about that, Cliff? Are you going 
to tell anybody about today?" 

"No," said Marti's father, looking at his shoes, "I don't guess I am." 

"No, I don't guess you are either, and I bet you can keep your smart-ass 
daughter here quiet too." 

"What are you talking about?" Marti stammered. 

"You know," Peg said, "I'd almost feel sorry for you, if I was too dumb to 
figure out that you set this whole thing up to catch me, to say nothing of 
Gerry." 

"What do you mean? I don't know what you're talking about." 

"Ha! Listen to little Miss Innocent. It was you that suggested Gerry and I 
come to the clearing. Now, you show up here, and with a member of the school 
board too. What a setup! It's just too bad for you it didn't work." 

"Aren't you being a little too hard on Marti, Peg?" Cliff Stevens asked. 

"Peg? What do you mean, Peg? You don't even know her, Daddy. I never brought 
her over to the house." 

Peg roared with laughter. "Poor little Miss Innocent. Do you really think 
that in a town this size your father and I couldn't have met without your 
introducing us? We know each other very, very well, don't we, Cliff Honey?" 

"Yes, I guess we do," Marti's father mumbled. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Marti did not leave her bed for close to a week. While her mother buzzed 
around, fussing about how sick her daughter was and how she had to wait on 
her, Marti moped in her room, too embarrassed to go further than the 
bathroom, let alone to school. 

Her father gave her a wide berth, apparently too upset over her finding out 
about his secret relationship with Peg to face her. 

Marti lay there looking up at the cracks in the ceiling. All she could think 
about was how badly she had blown things. It had all seemed so simple, so 
logical. How could she know that Peg had been carrying on not only with Max 
Acaly but with her father as well. Even now, it was almost too much to 
believe. But it was the truth. There was no denying that. 

What was she to do now? Marti felt much too humiliated to face going back to 
school, and yet, she knew that that was exactly what she was going to have 
to do. She could not simply lie in bed for the rest of her life. It was a 
shame her family was not Catholic. If they were, she could run off to a 
convent. But then what would she do for fucking? She supposed nuns must 
manage it some way, but it must be a real drag, nevertheless. 

On Saturday, Marti heard her parents bickering downstairs, this time louder 
than usual. 

"Well, if you insist on sitting here all this afternoon, listening to some 
silly tumbling contest, I just don't know what to say." 

"It's not some silly tumbling contest, it's the state tournament. Besides 
that, this is the first time the local team has made it that far. I think 
you'd be as proud as I am." 

"Well I'm not. I don't care at all. I'm warning you, Cliff, if you insist on 
listening to that thing all afternoon, I'm leaving." 

"That's the best news I've had in a long time." 

"Very well, then, I'm going. If you want me, I'll be back at six or so." The 
woman slammed out of the house, as usual in these situations fleeing to her 
mother's house on the other side of town to spend the afternoon complaining 
to her about what a brute Cliff Stevens was. 

Shortly after Mrs. Stevens had left, Marti heard her father come up the 
stairs. There was a knock at her door. 

"Marti, Marti, are you awake?" 

"Yes, Daddy, come in." I 

Her father peeked into the room. "I just thought I'd come up and ask if you 
wanted to listen to the state tournament." 

"No." 

"Oh, I see. Well, just thought I'd ask. I mean, it is your school and 
everything." 

"It's a long story, Daddy, but I don't want to hear anything about the state 
tournament." 

"Does it have to do with Coach Fields?" 

"Yes, in a way." 

Cliff Stevens came over and sat down on the foot of the bed. 

"Marti, are you angry with me because of what you found out about Peg Forts 
and me?" 

"In a way, I guess I am," she said, avoiding looking at her father. 

"I'm sorry if you are. You see, sometimes after a couple has been married a 
few years, one of them finds that his needs are different from . . . " 

"Daddy, I know all that. Don't you think I hear you and Mother fighting all 
the time?" 

"Yes, I suppose you do." 

"It's not your having sex with someone other than Mother that I'm angry 
about." 

"What then, Baby?" 

"It's that you went to Peg, that's what," Marti blurted. "You went to her. 
What makes her so much better than me?" 

"You? But you're my daughter." 

"So what? I'm just as good as Peg, better. I haven't been used as much, and 
that should mean something." 

"But, Marti . . . " 

"But nothing," Marti interrupted. "I've seen the way you look at me. I can 
tell what you're thinking. Well, I feel the same way." 

"You do? But you're so young, Marti. How can you . . . " 

"I'm old enough, and it's time you realized it. This may surprise you, but 
your little girl's no virgin." 

Marti grabbed the bed covers and threw them back. She was nude. Cliff 
Stevens caught his breath, overwhelmed by the sensual beauty of his 
daughter's naked body. Marti opened her legs, reached down, and ran her 
fingers up and down over her creamy inner thighs. 

Cliff's eyes were riveted to the tight, hairless cunt. His cock was at full 
erection as soon as he saw it. His tented slacks made his interest and 
excitement more than obvious. Marti reached over and, without hesitation, 
closed her hand around the stiff shaft. 

"What about it, Daddy? Do you want to find out for yourself whether or not 
you like me as well as you do Peg?" She gave the hard prick a firm squeeze. 

Her father did not reply. He simply stood up and loosened his belt. Marti 
watched with lust filled eyes. She recalled the day she had stood in the 
hall spying on her father as he masturbated in the bedroom. In a moment, she 
would be looking at his naked body once again, this time under much more 
agreeable circumstances. Soon it would be hers. 

"Take everything off. I want you naked, completely naked," she ordered, her 
voice tight with passion. 

The older man unzipped his pants and let them fall. He kicked off his shoes 
and removed his socks, letting them lie in a pile with his slacks. He peeled 
off his sweater and stood before his daughter in his cotton briefs. They 
could scarcely contain his burgeoning hard on. 

"Take those things off," Marti said, "And let it get a little air. I want to 
look at your prick, Daddy. I want to really look it over good. Would you 
like that? Would you like to show it to me?" 

"Yeah, Marti. I would," Cliff mumbled. 

"Then do it, Daddy, right now!" 

Cliff Stevens hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and yanked 
them down. His hard prick snapped free to slap against his belly. The big 
balls swung free. The man kicked off the cotton shorts and moved over to sit 
on the edge of the bed. 

Taking his hand, Marti guided it directly to her smooth cunt flesh, pressing 
it against herself, inviting complete exploration. As if in a trance, Cliff 
began moving his trembling fingers over his daughter's lithe body, sliding 
them along her moist crack. 

"Christ," he muttered, "That's nice, so nice." 

"And it's all yours, Daddy, all of it. I've been waiting for this to happen 
for such a long time." 

Marti reached over and found her father's throbbing prick. Her fingers 
caressed the uncircumcised tip and ran along the satiny stalk. The girl's 
mouth was already watering. She wanted the thing in her mouth, to probe her 
pointed tongue beneath the foreskin and taste the earthiness of manhood. 
Marti's whole body thrilled to the stiffness of her father's penis. She was 
going to have him stuck into her and soon. For now, though, she wanted to 
concentrate on getting him as excited as she possibly could. This was going 
to be a screwing that he would remember. It was going to be the first of 
many. Cliff would think about it all the time, and come back begging his 
daughter for more every chance he got. That was the way Marti wanted it, and 
that was the way she was going to have it. 

"Daddy, lie down beside me and let's kiss," Marti whispered. 

Even as she said it, she knew it sounded corny. Suggesting kissing when the 
two of them were already probing at one another's sex seemed almost comic. 
Nevertheless, her father followed her request. He stretched his handsome, 
mature body next to hers on the narrow bed. Their lips met, and they shot 
wet tongues into each others mouths, dueling frantically as their hands 
continued to roam across their hot flesh. 

After only a moment or two, Cliff shifted his weight onto Marti's body, 
covering her and crushing her beneath the heavy blanket of his flesh. They 
squirmed against one another, glorying in the sensation of hot contact. Her 
father's wiry chest hair scrubbed and tickled against Marti's heaving 
breasts, driving her nearly mad with passion. 

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered, blowing her hot breath in his ear. "I want you 
so bad. Fuck me, Daddy, please. I want your big, hard cock between my legs 
and in my cunt." 

"Not yet, Baby. Not yet. I got other things to do first." 

Cliff kissed his way down her neck. As he did, Marti kissed his nose and 
planted her lips on his soft eyelids. Running her tongue over them, she 
could feel them flutter with excitement. 

Her father reached her satiny breasts. He ran his lips over them, 
tantalizing the girl nearly to madness. She could tell he was tasting and 
eating the flavor of her young body. 

"Oh yeah," she moaned, "Lick my tits. Eat my boobs, Daddy. Eat them up. 
They're your little titties. Take them. Stuff them in your hot mouth, Daddy. 
Yes!" 

Opening his mouth wide, Cliff closed it over Marti's sensitive nipple. 
Slowly and deliberately, he ran his wet tongue over the satiny flesh, 
feeling the small rosebud become hard and erect under his probing. 

"Christ," he moaned, "You taste so good, so fucking good." 

"Go on, taste some more, take a good bite. Make me hurt, Daddy." 

The man bit down on the nipple, grinding his teeth against it and making his 
daughter yelp with pain and pleasure. Marti's cunt was juicing over now, 
crying out to be filled with hot cockflesh and with gallons of boiling gism. 

"Ahhhh, yeah. That feels so good, Daddy. Now the other one. Eat the other 
one." She arched her chest high, offering her small breasts to the man as 
though she had prepared them as his special banquet. 

Cliff moved over to the other tit, closing his mouth over it as he had done 
to the first. Pinching the nipple of the neglected boob between his fingers, 
he bit down on the second, laving the tip of it wildly with his educated 
tongue. Marti's chest was on fire, and the blaze was spreading to the rest 
of her body. Her father was wonderful, a real sexual athlete and sensual 
expert. How could her mother be finished with him, how ? How could she turn 
off to this beautiful, sensuous man ? She should be laying with him 
continually instead of berating and complaining about her life with him. 
There were no complaints from Marti. She found herself wishing her mother 
would never come back, that she and her father could lie there on her bed 
making passionate love forever. 

"Do you want to fuck me, Daddy? Do you want to shove your big cock in my 
cunt? You can. I'm ready for you. I want it. Daddy. Will you do it?" 

"Sure, Baby, of course. There's nothing in the world I want to do more than 
screw you." 

"You can have my ass too, Daddy. Would you like to shove it in my tight 
little asshole?" 

"Have you done that before?" her father asked in surprise. 

"Sure. The coach took care of that for me. I love it." 

"Do you? That's wonderful. I bet your little shit hole's nice and tight and 
hot, Baby." 

"Yeah, Daddy, yeah. Does Mama ever let you fuck her ass?" 

"No, never. She never has." 

"Poor Daddy," Marti sighed, stroking Cliff's hair as he dived again to eat 
her erect nipples. 

The man moved downward, kissing and licking his way across the teenager's 
rib cage, running his tongue along each indentation in the silken skin. He 
was tuning his daughter's body for sex as clearly as if it had been a fine 
violin, and he a superb musician. 

"Daddy, I'm so fucking hot I can't stand it. Let me suck your cock, Daddy. 
That's what I want to do. I'll die if I can't blow it just a little." 

"okay, but be careful. I'm hotter than hell. Go easy or I'll come." 

"If you do, it's alright. I love eating cum, and I want to taste yours. I 
want that very much." 

"Not this first time, Baby, not now. This time I want to fire my load up 
your tight little cunt. Later you can drink all of my jazz you want. This 
time just suck on it a little bit, okay?" 

Cliff shifted his position, planting one knee on either side of his 
daughter's head. His own head hovered inches above her wet, gaping cunt. His 
mouth watered at the sight of it. He could not wait to taste the flavor of 
the girl's fresh juices, offered up for him so freely and in such quantity. 

Marti reached up and ran her fingers over her father's big balls, feeling 
them in their fuzzy puckered sac. They hung above her like ripe fruit 
waiting to be eaten. She lifted them and looked at their smooth underside. 
Her tongue itched to feel the satiny texture of that vulnerable, usually 
hidden spot. 

Cliff bent forward, bringing his nose down to sniff Marti's running cunt. It 
was good. His nostrils were filled with the exciting, musk-like odor of it. 
He could imagine how it was going to taste. He deliberately kept himself 
away from the banquet, letting his face hang scarcely an inch above the 
temptation, enjoying the sensations of anticipation to the fullest. 

"Eat it, Daddy. Eat me out good," Marti hissed from between his legs. 

As she said it, the girl lifted her head and ran her tongue over the 
swinging balls, savoring the sweaty flavor she found clinging to their 
surface. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked one of the huge eggs into it, 
washing it carefully and completely with her eager tongue. Her father moaned 
with excitement. 

She could feel the powerful underside of his long prick resting against her 
chin. 

Unable to resist further, Cliff dropped his handsome face into his 
daughter's crotch. Marti grunted as she felt the long tongue snake up and 
down the length of her sensitive crack. Her whole body quivered at the 
sensation of it as it licked over her most sensitive places, seeking out 
hidden spots which even she had not explored before. 

Even though her mouth seemed completely full with her father's testicle, she 
reached up and stuffed the second one in beside it. Marti experienced the 
thrill of real power as she held her father's big nuts in her oral cavity. 
She imagined she could feel the tiny army of sperm wiggling around inside 
them, primed and waiting to heave itself into her sucking guts. 

Cliff's cock was leaking pre-cum at a rapid rate, and a syrupy streamer of 
it drooled down onto Marti's breasts. The man now dug his tongue deeply into 
the girl's quivering twat, as the man licked up the funky fluids and tasted 
greedily of his daughter's natural sweetness. He could tell by the way the 
girl's hips were heaving and squirming and by the way she was groaning, even 
as she ate his big balls, that he would have to fuck her soon or she would 
climax before he even got into her. He wondered to himself why it had taken 
him so long to get this far with his daughter. He had certainly thought 
about it enough. He had just never realized that Marti was dreaming of it as 
well. Cliff lifted his head for a moment. 

"Are you ready now, Marti? Are you ready to have me fuck you? Tell me if 
you're ready now and I'll ram my big meat into you." 

"Oh yes, yes, Daddy. I'm ready. Fuck me. Daddy or I'm going to come all over 
your face." 

Without waiting another second, Cliff turned around to crouch over his 
daughter, looking down into her passion crazed eyes. The girl reached up and 
pulled him down to her, kissing him deeply and tasting the flavor of her own 
cunt on his lips. 

"Fuck me. Fuck the shit out of me right now," she begged. 

Cliff Stevens crouched between his teenage daughter's legs. He caught his 
long aching prick in his fingers and aimed it at her gaping twat. Slowly, he 
ran it over the length of the crack, just as he had done a few minutes 
earlier with his wet tongue. He teased both the girl and himself with his 
blunt, thick tool. 

"Please, please let me have it now," Marti moaned. 

"Beg for it, Babe. Beg for it." 

"I am, Daddy. I am begging. Oh, I've waited and hoped for so long. I've 
dreamed about you creaming inside my body. Daddy. Do it. Do it now." 

Cliff thrust into her. Marti gave a yelp of pain and surprise at the urgency 
of the entrance. Her cunt lips hugged around her father's hard prick, 
hugging and caressing it tightly, just as her mouth had done with his 
stallion balls. 

"Am I hurting you?" he asked. "I don't want to hurt you." 

Marti shook her head. "No, no. Keep on. Keep on until I have it all. Fuck 
me, Daddy. Fuck me good. I want fucking. I want it more than anything." 

The man pushed inward, and Marti gasped as she felt the blunt head of his 
prick plumbing the depths of her. The walls of her channel parted, accepting 
and hugging her father's throbbing pole. Marti thrilled at the powerful 
urgency with which Cliff approached her. Sweat beaded on his forehead and 
ran down his nose. His face was now a mask of enflamed passion. She could 
scarcely recognize her father. He had turned into a crazy, lust filled 
animal, intent on utterly dominating the young female, overwhelming her 
tender body with his own, ripping at her heaving guts with his stiff, 
stabbing male organ. 

Marti threw her head from side to side. She screamed with excited pleasure. 
"Fuck me, oh, yeah, fuck me bad. Make it feel real. Hard and good, yeah, 
hard and heavy. Fuck me, fuck me, Daddy. Faster. Harder. Make it good." 

The saliva drooled from her lips and down the side of her face. Her mind was 
spinning in a vortex of sexual pleasure. She was being mounted by a frantic 
animal. Rivers of sweat poured off Cliff's face and onto her body. Their 
bodies were both superheated, sliding against each other on a blanket of 
perspiration. The room was filled with the musky sweet smell of the two 
people as they strove and fought with one another, swimming through a sea of 
lust toward one goal, sexual climax. 

"Oh, Christ, Baby, you do it for me. Oh, you're holding my prick so tight in 
there, it feels like it's going to explode. You're making me come, Honey, 
you're pulling the fuck right out of me. Eat my cock with your hot little 
cunt. Yeah, that's it. That's the way." 

Marti felt as if she were about to spill over. Her entire body was a cup 
filled with passion. Her father was tipping it over, and her being would 
spill out over him and the bed and the room. She would never be the same 
again. Cliff was going to take a part of his daughter with him that he had 
hardly suspected was there before this hour. 

Marti lifted her legs high in the air. Cliff ran his hands behind her back 
and pulled her up. The girl straddled his kneeling body, driving his cock 
further into her than before. They both moaned, united completely. Marti 
clamped her hands on Cliff's broad shoulders and raised and lowered her body 
frantically, scraping her cuntlips up and down the length of his grossly 
swollen shaft. 

"Oh, Yeah, Yeah, Girl. That's the way. That's doing it. You're going to milk 
the shit right out of me!" 

"That's what I want. I want to feel your cum way up inside me. I want to 
take it all and hold it there inside me. I want it to be there when Mama 
comes home, our secret that she'll never even guess about." 

Marti rotated her body, forcing Cliff's stiff cock to spread her cunt 
further and spear into her, digging at her sensitive flesh even more 
savagely. She was possessed. 

"Christ, you're going to kill me. You're going to drain the guts right out 
of me," Cliff moaned. 

"Yes, yes. That's what I want. That's what I'm going to have." 

"Then take it. Take all of me forever." 

With a scream, Cliff Stevens started spurt-ting cum into his daughter's 
body. The girl was completely open to him, her legs spread wide apart on 
either side of him. 

As she felt the hot jazz gush into her, Marti climaxed, her body shaking 
with the greatest come of her young life. Nothing, not even the coach's ten 
inches of spearing meat, had done for her what her own father's cock was 
doing at this very moment. Marti's brain spun completely out of control. She 
moaned and cried out, a helpless victim of her own passion. "Jesus, Jesus, 
so good. So good," she moaned. 

Marti's twat gushed juice, mixing freely with that of her father. Their 
combined syrup ran down over his balls and smeared his muscular thighs. The 
girl kept rocking back and forth, spearing herself again and again and as 
deeply as possible with her father's pulsing cock. 

After a long time, the two of them ceased coming. 

"Christ, Marti, Baby, that was the hardest come I ever had." 

"Did you like it, Daddy ? " the girl asked, her head lolling on her father's 
broad shoulder. 

"Like it? That's not the word. Pull off me now. I want to eat your cunt 
again." 

"But it's all wet and gooky." 

"I know. Come on and let me lick it." 

Marti eased herself off her father's softening cock, pulling away 
reluctantly, moaning softly to herself at the feeling of loss. She glanced 
down at her cunt. It was soaked with her father's cum and her own hot 
juices. Marti laid on her back, her legs spread on either side of Cliff's 
body. 

Picking up the girl's knees, Cliff threw her legs over his shoulders and 
then pulled upward until only Marti's head and shoulders remained on the 
mattress. Without hesitation, he buried his face in her crotch, sucking at 
her cunt with an open mouth. He wiped his face over her flesh, covering it 
with the combined remains of their passion. Marti groaned, her body still 
super sensitive from the fucking he had given her. 

"Oh, God, Daddy, I can't stand it. Oh, yeah, eat it. Eat it all up. Suck all 
your cum out of me!" she shouted, her voice cracking as the passion rebuilt 
itself inside her ready body. 

Cliff lapped the liquid greedily, determined that not one ounce of it would 
escape his questing tongue. As he dug his tongue into his daughter's crack, 
his nose nudged gently at her clitoris, inflaming the little sex bud anew. 

"Oh, yeah, diddle me. Start me all over again. I want to come some more." 

The man reached up and caught the swollen clit between his fingers. He 
pinched and rolled it between them. Marti gave out tiny gasps of mounting 
excitement. All the while he toyed with her, her father kept licking and 
eating out her cunt. The ocean of passion was rising again within the girl's 
body, faster than even she had dreamed possible. At the rate she was going, 
with her father playing with her clit and sucking her dry, she knew she was 
about to climax all over again. 

She reached beneath her and grasped her father's half hard cock, pulling and 
coaxing it back to full hardness once more. 

"Do you want to come again. Daddy? Can you give another load right away?" 

"Yes, oh Baby, yes. You do it to me, Honey. You boil the cum right up in my 
balls. Let's come together. I want to eat you while I hose my cum all over 
your back." 

Still holding Marti up in the air, Cliff dived once more into her heaving 
cunt, worrying it with his tongue, pinching and playing with the achingly 
erect clitoris, Marti began to moan. She teetered on the brink of climax 
once again. Her hand pounded her father's big meat faster and faster. She 
could hear the long foreskin slicking back and forth exposing and hiding the 
shining head. The long shaft pulsed in her hand. 

"Now, now, now," she shouted. 

Marti's entire body shook with passion as she launched into another series 
of comes. Cliff lapped at the flooding liquid, grunting loudly as he sucked 
up more of his daughter's offering. 

Marti felt her father's body go suddenly stiff. "Come on, Daddy," she 
shouted. "Come on and shoot your cum. I want it on me now, Daddy. Give it. 
Give your milk." 

She felt the hot jazz splattering against her smooth back. It ran down the 
tickling rivers to soak the sheet beneath them. The two of them were frozen 
there, Cliff's face buried deep in the girl's heaving slit. 

"Oh, Daddy, let's do this forever. I love you so much." 

Her father looked down at her tenderly. "And I love you," he said. "You're 
everything a lover should be." 

"Daddy, you'll never have to go elsewhere, ever again. I'll give you all the 
sex you need, I promise." 

On Monday, Marti went back to school. The entire place was a scene of 
celebration. The gymnastics team had come home from the state tournament 
with victory. Neil Warren, the principal, feeling certain that his job was 
now safe, came on the loud speaker and gave a long-winded tribute to Coach 
Fields, citing him as an example to the youth of America and an inspiration 
to the students, whether male or female. Marti wondered if even the 
principal realized just how inspiring Fields was, or at least that part of 
him that hung between his legs. Her cunt twitched, but only because thinking 
about the coach reminded her of her father. He may not have quite ten 
inches, but he certainly knew how to use what he did have to the very best 
advantage. 

The principal made special mention of Jim Hale, who had distinguished 
himself at the state meet, apparently none the worse for having been hung up 
and blown or for the fact that Marti had never gotten around to going out 
with him. Well, she thought to herself, she would get around to him again in 
due time. For the time being, she was going to concentrate on the home 
front. 

At lunchtime, Peg came running up to her in the cafeteria, tray in hand. 
"Can I eat with you, Marti? Where have you been? You weren't here all last 
week, and I got so worried." 

"You were worried about me? Why?" 

"Why don't be silly, Marti. You're my best friend. Of course I worried about 
you." 

Marti could hardly believe her ears. Peg was acting just as though nothing 
had happened. She was breezing along as usual, talking a mile a minute, just 
as if everything were as it had always been before Marti knew Peg had been 
fucking with her father. If that was the way the girl wanted to play it, 
then she would play along. Sooner or later, she suspected, Marti would find 
out the girl had an angle which would benefit herself. 

"Did you go out with Jim Hale?" 

"No, I never got around to it." 

"But he's a big hero. You should go out with him." 

"Take it from me, Peg. He's just a boy. You know as well as I do that once 
you've been with a real man, a boy is boring as hell." 

"Oh yes, I know," Peg sighed. "Gerry told me all about what you and he did 
together. It sounded wonderful. Isn't he the greatest lay in the world?" 

"Almost," Marti answered, thinking about her father, and about how she and 
he had arranged that they were going out by themselves to hunt mushrooms 
tonight after school. 

"Gerry suggested that I ask you about something, Marti." 

Ah, here was the angle, Marti thought. 

"Just to show that there are no hard feelings about the other weekend, he 
suggested it would be a cool idea if the three of us got together some 
night. What do you say? Don't you think a three-way would be fun? We could 
either go out to the clearing or get together on the trampoline. It would be 
so neat, don't you think?" 

"I don't know. Maybe," Marti said, sounding bored. 

"You don't know? What do you mean? Just think of all the things we could do 
together. You could let him eat you while he fucked me, and we could gang up 
on him and take turns sucking his cock and make him choose which one of us 
he wanted to have take his load. We could milk his prick till his nuts 
ached. Wouldn't you like that?" 

"Yeah, maybe that would be okay." 

"okay? It'd be more than okay. Why, I'm wet and dripping just from thinking 
about it. That big ten inch prick of Gerry's just drives me right up the 
wall. I love sucking on it like a baby nursing at a tit, and when he fucks 
me, wow!" 

"Have you taken it up the ass from him?" Marti asked, trying to keep the 
bitterness out of her tone as she remembered the impossible pain of the 
double rape. 

"No, no I haven't. Have you?" Peg asked with awe. 

"Yes, of course I have. Didn't he tell you about that." 

"No he didn't." 

"I'm surprised. He seemed very proud of himself for doing it." 

"What did it feel like, Marti? Tell me. I mean he's so big." 

"Oh, Peg it felt wonderful, just wonderful. Ask him and I'm sure you can get 
him to do it to you. I'm sure you'll just love it when he pokes it into 
you." 

"Oh, I will, I will. If you say it's good, I'm sure I'll just love it." 

"You'll never forget it, Peg, I guarantee that." 

"But Marti, what about the coach's suggestion? Do you want to get together 
for a three-way with us?" 

"Maybe sometime," Marti said, stifling a yawn. "At the moment I'm very busy 
with a project I've started at home. I'm sure you understand." 


THE END
