THE CHEERLEADER'S BEAST ORGY
By Paul Gable


Foreword

Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to achieve their goals – a story
as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books – all chronicle episodes where one
individual has been manipulated for the sake of another.
And when the victim is a young teenage girl, the story is much the sadder...
Janet Bleeker, the young woman in this book, is the victim of immoral people. An
innocent woman, she finds herself caught in a complex web of depravity and perversion
she never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to endure one humiliation after
another, she becomes little more than an obedient animal to her captors.
THE CHEERLEADER'S BEAST ORGY – the shocking story of a woman learning the
sordid truth about human nature. A story which holds a lesson for our uncaring
society.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

"But suppose my mother comes home early?" the nervous blonde teenager asked,
feeling her knees buckle and shake.
Bob Hansen's fingers were crawling higher along her thighs, spreading apart her legs
slowly, moving agonizingly closer toward her mushy cunt. Janet Bleeker leaned heavily
against one living-room wall, her shoulders shuddering with a strange powerful lust.
She'd promised herself she wouldn't let Bob get away with this again. In past times her
mother had come home in time from the PTA meeting at school to put an end to Bob's
advances. But now no such help appeared. What was a sixteen-year-old cheerleader to
do?
"She won't," Bob said in a thick voice, his calloused big fingers smoothing over the silky
flesh of her thighs.
Janet sucked in a ragged breath. She was sweating, feeling beads of perspiration rolling
down her forehead, out from under her arms, making her blouse, bra, skirt and panties
cling uncomfortably to her skin. Her heart pounded so hard the young girl thought it
would break through her ribcage. And oh, how her tittles ached! How those stiff, red,
half-inch long nipples scratched almost painfully against the stiff material of her hefty
bra-cups! If only she could get the stiff material of her hefty bra-cups! If only she could
get away from this sex maniac and take – that restraining halter off!
"Come on, Jan, come on," Bob said, his warm breath blowing into the girl's ear.
Janet felt her flesh crawl with unspeakable excitement. What was happening to her?
The young girl knew about the facts of life from her friends. But never did she think
the lust she heard about would be so powerful. Janet didn't know if she liked what she
was feeling or not. Some dark, powerful force had been awakened in her lately and
demanded to be heard and obeyed.
"Don't," Janet moaned. He was pulling at her juice-soaked crotch panel. Oh, he knew,
he knew just how excited she was! Janet blushed furiously, turning her face from Bob's.
He knew she was wetting herself with passion, soaking down her briefs so much they
stuck to her bloated red outer labes.
"Hey, a girl doesn't get like that if she don't want it."
Janet knew what "it" was. The mere suggestion of fucking sent her brain reeling like a
merry-go-round off the track. She was a virgin through and through. Never did Janet
Bleeker ever attempt to get in trouble with a boy at school, though several of her friends
had and they had gotten suspended both from the cheerleading squad and the school.
No one believed her purity. But that was fine. Janet told herself as long as she could
look at herself in the mirror before she ran off to practice early in the morning she was
fine.
That was before she met Bob Hansen, a new quarterback on the school team. The
young tall, dark-haired athlete was fast – both on the field and in the bedroom. For
someone sixteen also, Bob had scored many times with cheerleaders from his former
school in San Bernadino. Now in Santa Monica he hoped to be as successful. Janet was
his second attempt, the first ending in a mind-blowing roll in the hay with her best
friend.
"Well, maybe I don't," Janet gasped, snapping her knees together and trapping Bob's
hand.
"Hell, you're hot enough to broil up a couple of steaks for the team," Bob said between
his teeth.
He was getting tired of these games. His cock was hard and throbbing, pushing up his
belly, pressing against his white cotton jockeys up toward his elastic waistband. He
wanted his prick sticking straight out, aiming at Janet's tight little cunny. He'd heard
from her girl friends that the cheerleader was a virgin. Well, he didn't think so. But the
thought now excited him even more. He thought of those small pink folds and hollows,
wet now with frothy cunt juice, begging to be pushed apart – and his cock would be
the one to peel back those bloated lips and drill into Janet's snatch.
"Don't talk to me like that. I'm not some... some...loose girl," Janet said, blushing
furiously and moving away from the big man.
She slid along the wall looking heavy-lidded at the big football player only three feet
away. He was handsome all right. A thick mane of black hair fell freely over his narrow
forehead and behind his ears, matching the neatly trimmed beard and moustache
covering his face. Bob's deep-set eyes, high cheekbones, straight nose and square-cut
chin suggested Russian Tartar blood in him, that description was also strengthened by
his tall, thick-muscled body.
"Hey, I didn't mean anything by it," Bob said in a softer voice.He could tell he'd lose
this one if he came on too strong. The young athlete didn't want to rape her unless he
had to. No. It would be more exciting to snatch her cherry from her willingly. He
wanted to see her twisting and writhing under his broad chest; see her thighs slap up
against his while his cock skewered her cunny, driving down, down, making her gasp,
beg and plead for more of his dickmeat. He'd turn this reluctant virgin into a begging
whore.
"Well, it sounded..." Janet looked down at the carpeting. Would her mother come home
this soon? Janet didn't think so. Hilda Bleeker had joined an opera club several months
ago, something she'd done to take up her time after her husband died six months ago.
The thought that she would be alone for several hours with Bob excited the hell out of
Janet. Could she resist his attacks? The young attractive, petite blonde rolled' the
thought over and over in her mind, coming to the conclusion she couldn't if he kept
up.
"Hey, I'm sorry," Bob said, walking up to her and putting his arms around her swaying
body.
Janet closed her eyes and sucked in another lungful of air. His hands felt warm,
inviting, exciting. They moved first over her slender shoulders, then down her back,
lower and lower, gathering the sheer material of her blouse, then sliding down to her
waist and drawing her toward him.
Janet lowered her arms and pushed away. This time Bob wouldn't go. The girl
panicked, her eyes widening and looking up pleadingly at Bob. He was so powerful, so
brutal, he could do anything to her right now! She thought of rape, and her pussy
muscles knotted up in surprising lust.
Then Janet felt the iron-hard muscles of his arms close more tightly around her. She
liked the way his touch made her heart beat like a triphammer and her flesh sweat and
crawl with pleasure. It was so awful, and yet so wonderful. Was she going too far?
Could she stop something like this before it was too late? Bob was rubbing his groin
against her crotch from side to side. Janet knew what that was all about. Some of her
friends told her about men and how stiff and hot and throbbing their cocks got when
they got all excited.
"We... we'd better stop," Janet said, again trying to push away.
"Hey, Jan, what are you anyway, some kind of cock tease?" Bob said aggravatedly.
The word cock burned into the panting blonde's brain. She had visions of Bob's dick,
stiff, thick, long, just like in some of the dirty pictures she'd seen over at Marilyn
Shasta's house one time. And now he wanted to stick that thing into her!
"Don't, don't!" Janet cried, twisting slowly around in Bob's hard grip.
But this time she didn't want to escape. Every move was so hard, required so much
effort to make. Having her ass squeezed now felt good. The football player's hands were
surprisingly gentle in spite of their tremendous strength and size. Her body was doing
strange and wonderful things because of his movements. Janet felt her pussy become
wet and slippery, the tingle that had been plaguing her becoming a tight, hot, almost
achy sensation. The plump lips of her tight young twat were puffing out even more,
folding over one another, aching to be rubbed by Bob's hands.
"Oh, baby, I want to fuck you. I want to take off your clothes, suck your goddamned
nipples and stick my fuckin' cock up your cunt," Bob whispered in Janet's ear.
The girl moaned, tilting back her head and letting out another gasp of delight. She
couldn't believe she was letting someone handle her like that, talk to her like that. He
was telling her things she should have recoiled at. But, oh, how wonderful it made her
feel. How her hands moved from the football player's chest to his thick neck while he
hunched harder into her.
This time Janet could feel something big and hard moving between her legs. Oh God,
what if Bob's cock was as big as the dicks she'd seen in those dirty pictures? Could her
small little cunny take in something that long, thick and hard without tearing and
bleeding? A shudder of fear and apprehension went through Janet's swaying body.
"Ohhhhh, nooooo, no!" Janet cried.
Bob was unbuttoning her blouse, sliding his hand over her bare back and now fumbling
with the snap of her bra. The girl tried to twist away. But her movements made the
football player's undressing of her easier. With a quick flick of his finger Bob
unfastened the bra snap.
"There we go," the big man said in a thick voice, backing away slightly while he tugged
at the bra snap.
"No!" Janet cried.
But Bob was too fast, pulling blouse and bra off with a series of fast pulling movements.
Her titties were pendulous, big titties with hard red nipples at the ends. They were
high-riding tits, boobs any girlie model would be proud of. Bob's eyebrows raised in
appreciation as he watched her jugs sway back and forth. Janet stood horrified, realizing
she was partially naked for the first time in front of a man!
But Bob didn't give her enough time to reflect on her condition. He pulled her forward
again, breathing into her ear. Her body suddenly felt alive to every touch. Janet
quivered as she felt his iron-hard dick brushing against her crotch again.
Oh it felt so good to feel his chest against her bare titties. How hot her nipples were,
and how tight! Every time they moved across his blue flannel shirt they twitched,
aching to be touched.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Janet cried.
Bob was kissing her neck, sliding his thick, sensuous lips up until he finally caught
Janet's lips with his own. He pressed down hard, pushing out his tongue, driving it
between the girl's tightly compressed lips until he finally drove it into her mouth.
Janet struggled. But just like all her struggles, past, present and future, she was doomed
to failure. Bob's strength was too powerful for her to resist. Slowly she opened up under
the pressure.
As his rough tongue passed over her teeth and headed for her throat, Janet could feel
Bob's hands sliding up to her titties, milking her jugs lovingly, flicking over her taut
nipples until she nearly pissed with pleasure. He was fondling her boobs, groaning into
her ear, now pressing down with the nail of one thumb into the tiny red nubbin and
making her pussy muscles snap shut with that teasingly painful sensation.
At the same time Bob had dropped the other hand down to Janet's ass. He was working
his fingers up under her skirt, moving them until they were pressed against the sheer
panty material covering her rounded asscheeks. Every time he squeezed his fingers
against those ivory mounds, her legs pulled open.
Before Janet could protest, two fingers wiggled under the crotch panel of her briefs. As
they rubbed over the silky flesh between her ass and pussy, Janet started moaning low
and deep. Hot juice bubbled out of her wet crack, wetting down the big football player's
fingers and her outer puffy labes. Bob could tell Janet was going to be the fuck of his
life. He'd never had a girl so reluctant, and yet so apparently eager to scissor her legs
around his neck and shove her pussy up against his throbbing dick.
Janet kissed back now, driving her tongue into Bob's mouth. She thought through the
red fog of her mind of that hard, rock-like thing sticking out behind the big athlete's
fly. Would he be shoving it in her soon, making her gasp and thrash and beg for more?
"Jan, Jan," Bob whispered thickly in her ear. He was turning her around, walking her
backward toward the living room couch. Janet could feel the backs of her legs hitting
the front edge of the sofa. This was the last: minute she could stop what was
happening.
"Ohhhhhhh," Janet groaned, feeling herself going down, down into the soft cushions of
the couch.
Bob knelt on the floor, his fingers roaming freely over her body. Janet closed her eyes,
feeling her chest heave mightily up and down. Bob was fingering her titties, rolling her
big boobs together, then letting them fall apart. Then she could feel his breath against
her belly. Slowly he started licking, his tongue trailing upward from her sunken navel
to her titties, lapping up the salty sweat and leaving a thin trail of saliva on her flesh.
Janet wiggled on the couch, squeezing her buttocks tightly together and hunching up
her groin. She rolled from side to side as her breaths came in shorter and shallower
pants. Oh God, what was happening to her? Everything was spinning around so
rapidly. Her lungs felt as if they were going to burst! And her cunny was so hot, wet
and tight! If only Bob would reach down and touch it, milk those bloated cuntlips and
relieve some of the pressure making her virginal pussy walls knot up with tension.
"Gonna take care of that fuckin' cunt for you, baby. You've been parading that thing
around us for too long, now. Shit, I've been watching your tight ass for the past week,
jacking off at night, thinking about how it'd feel fucking you out. Well, gonna find out
tonight."
Janet felt her flesh crawl. He was excited, acting like some kind of animal. And that
attitude thrilled the hell out of the teenaged blonde.
"Ahhhhh!" Janet cried out, her eyelids fluttering open as Bob's mouth engulfed her
right nipple.
He twisted his head around, sucking in the tiny red nubbin of stiff flesh. The girl
arched her back, her shoulders digging into the sofa cushions while rubbing her ankles
back and forth against the scratchy material of the couch. Oh, oh, it felt sooo good! Bob
was flicking his broad pink tongue over her nipple, sucking hard, nursing at her tit,
sucking so hard his cheeks were caved in.
With shaking fingers, Janet raised her hands, locking them around the athlete's neck
and pressing his face harder against her titties. She could have kept him there all day!
"Get this mother off," Bob muttered, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his broad
shoulders.
Janet sighed, seeing his broad, hairy chest come into sudden view. The thick bands of
muscles rippled across his rounded shoulders and tapered waist with every move he
made. The girl's cunny spasmed as she thought of how that hairy flesh would feel
sliding and sanding across hers.
Then he pushed away from the girl, standing up and putting his fingers on the metal
zipper tab. Janet watched the teeth of his fly unfasten and fall apart, revealing the white
cotton material of his bulging jockeys beneath. With a quick move the young football
player unfastened the top button of his trousers, then pushed open the halves of his
pants and let them fall to his knees.
Janet's eyes widened as she saw the long, tubular bulge pushing out hard against his
piss-flap. The blonde cheerleader could see Bob was at least nine inches long and
probably two inches in diameter. That was bigger than any of those dirty pictures she'd
seen! She watched with fascination as the fat sausage-like cunt-splitter throbbed,
twitching like a trapped animal fighting to get out.
Bob looked down proudly at his entrapped cock, reaching down with both hands. He
squeezed upward, letting out a shuddering sigh while fingering his cock and nuts.
In an instant Bob was back down on the floor, pushing his fingers under the waistband
of her skirt. The girl felt him fingering with the zipper. And then it was off, sliding
down her narrow thighs, past her knees, past her calves and down finally to the floor.
Only her sheer pink panties stood between her and Bob's fingers.
"It feel good baby?" Bob asked, his breath coming in short, shallow pants.
"Yes, oh yes," Janet sighed, miming her arms over his neck and chest.
Bob couldn't stand the temptation to lay on top of the begging, twisting girl any more.
She was moving like a serpent on the couch cushions, twisting her legs, torso and arms
around, squeezing her small, rounded buttocks, begging silently for the first fucking of
her life.
Janet felt as if she were drifting through clouds when Bob settled on top of her. His
weight pushed her deeply into the couch. And when his hand reached between her legs
and cupped her tender cunt 'tightly, the young blonde let out a shuddering moan. It
was as if something had exploded deep inside her.
"Oh,oh, ohhhhh!" the girl cried out as Bob's fingers worked over her plump, bloated
cuntlips.
Oh God, it felt so good the way he was milking her labes together, working their greasy
edges together, drawing out more frothy cunt oil. Janet snapped her legs together,
trapping the big athlete's hand. Oh, if it would only go on forever!


Chapter 2

"Let's get you naked all the way," Bob said through clenched teeth.
Janet felt the football player kissing the soft hollows of her neck. He was smoothing his
hands down the sides of her body, feeling how her waist dipped in. He traced the slight
swell of her narrow hips. All that jumping and twisting as a cheerleader had turned
Janet into the proverbial brick shithouse. Every inch of her small, shapely body was
firm and yet so feminine, so appealing. Most of the players had panted after the girl.
Yet it had taken the new player in town to finally land the girl in the sack and get her
hot enough to beg for her fucking.
"Oh!" Janet cried.
All she could do was pant like some kind of bitch in heat and twist around the couch.
She'd soaked her panty crotch panel with hot juice as Bob pumped his cock against her
nylon-covered pussy crack. She could feel his prick pushing at the sheer material
between her cuntlips. The new sensation was incredibly good. Janet closed her eyes
tightly, sucking in her lip and rolling her ass, increasing the friction on her cuntlips.
Her wet pussy was soaking Bob's jockeys. He could feel his cock begging to slide out
and plow through those hot wet virgin cuntal folds.
Bob moved quickly, moving his strong fingers up to her elastic waistband. Curling
them around, he tugged once, then twice. On the third tug her panties ripped open.
"Oh!" Janet cried. But there wasn't time to think. Soon Bob's hands worked between
her legs again, moving up to her snatch, cupping it again.
"Yeah, yeah," he panted, feeling Janet's cunt for the first time. It was so soft, furry,
resilient, hot and wet. And with every movement his fingers made against the twisting
girl's outer labes, he could feel her pussy twitching and contracting in response. It was
as if he had a frightened little animal in his hands, begging to be petted and soothed.
"Good cunt," Bob whispered, massaging it with even strokes.
Janet felt the wonderful squeezing sensation between her legs. She spread herself open,
moaning under her breath. The young blonde teenager was on fire. She could feel her
bones melt into a kind of liquid fire while her pussy was bursting with cunt juice. Janet
felt Bob rubbing her pussylips together. As the wet membranes were rubbed and
heated, the girl started writhing out of control. When Bob bent his face down and
kissed her, Janet kissed him back. Her hands flew around his neck, pulling his mouth
tighter onto hers. Their tongues fought one another.
"Oh fuck me, fuck me," the girl heard herself say. No, that couldn't have been her. No,
she was a good girl. She wouldn't say anything like that to a stranger. And that was
what Bob was. But this, this was so dirty, yet so... wonderful!
"OHHHHHHHH!"
Bob was back to her titties, engulfing the other nubbin in his mouth while his tongue
washed over the hard, throbbing tip. Janet cried out, pulling his head tighter onto her
titties. He was laving the soft tips until they pulsed with pleasure. Using his mouth and
hands, he worked over Janet's milky flesh until he had the girl gasping for cock.
With a subtle movement Bob hunched back his thick-muscled thighs and reached
down. Janet opened her eyes, wondering what on earth he was doing. Why had he
stopped sucking her nipples? The' sensation of his tongue washing across her titty tips
was driving her insane. It made the pulsing in her crotch more intense.
Then the girl realized what the football player was doing. She could hear the sound of
elastic scraping over wet, hairy flesh. He was slipping off his jockeys. With a moan the
girl felt something' hot, hard, thick and long drop onto her upper thighs suddenly.
With the movements Bob was" making above her, Janet realized it was his cock she felt.
"Feel it, baby." Bob said, taking her hand and sliding it down his body until her fingers
brushed against the steely length of his prick.
"No," she gasped, trying to pull her hand away. "Go on, feel it," Bob insisted, shoving
his hips forward.
Janet was surprised at the hardness of that big cock. It was as if someone had dropped a
bar of hot steel into her palm! And he was moving his thighs back and forth, pushing
his prick in and out of her hand instinctively the girl curled her fingers and squeezed
tight.
Bob's chest suddenly heaved and his breathing sounded harsh. Janet could feel his body
shudder, swaying from side to side as she jerked the outer cockskin back and forth over
the steely inner core. To think she, a small girl, could have that much power over such
a large football player! That idea made Janet shiver with excitement.
Janet moved her finger up, up until she could feel the thick head as it throbbed into her
hand. It was slippery with a wetness like hers. It was so hot it felt as if it would burn
her fingers. Could something that fat and meaty slide into her small cunthole?
"Fuck," Bob grunted.
Janet could feel his hairy legs pushing hers apart.
As he shoved, Janet was hunching up toward his cock, begging for a reaming. The girl
curled her fingers and raked her long nails over Bob's humping back. The tingling
itchiness between her legs had long since become a pulsing throb, juicing and spasming
like a festering wound. That feeling had become unbearable. Janet twisted under Bob's
heavy, thick-muscled body, feeling herself being crushed while the big athlete's dick
inched closer and closer toward her virgin hot hole. The muscles in her ass cramped;
her calves ached as she struggled under Bob's hairy body.
"Maybe I should eat your cherry," Bob said, pulling back for a second and looking at
the confused girl.
Her face and belly, were flushed and damp. Janet's fine blonde hair was fanned out on
the pillow and around her head like a halo, several strands clinging to her hot forehead
and cheeks. Her nipples were long and red, standing out like two tiny poles from her
jiggling titties. And between her thighs, her cuntal slit shone dark pink through the
tangled forest of blonde cunthairs.
Bob licked his lips. He'd bedded quite a few girls Janet's age. But none of them had
been as hot or as curious about his cock as this one was.
Pushing himself down between her legs, Bob raised his hands and placed them gently
on her thighs. Janet shivered as she felt his calloused thumbs rubbing over the soft flesh
just on either Side of her bloated outer labes. Then she could feel his breath – hot and
heavy, blowing teasingly on her pussy hairs. It was making her snatch wink shut from
the tension and heat that were building more and more inside her.
"OHHHHHHH!"
He was pressing his thick lips against her wet pussy crack! Janet couldn't believe it. No
one had told her a man could do something – like that and make a woman feel good!
The girl's muscles stiffened as if someone had passed electricity through her. Janet felt
her buttocks squeeze together. She let out a long, low thin wail of delight while her
body rocked. She was straddling his head now, her cunt peeled open by the strain of
her spread knees and Bob's caressing fingers. Oh, he was lapping at her silky wet thigh
flesh! His tongue inched closer and closer to her hairy fuck hole.
Janet closed her eyes, sucking in her lower lip and biting down hard until she could
taste blood. Bob was caressing her firm little ass with his big hands. The tickling touch
of his fingers and his tongue brought shudders of pleasure from her body. The young
blonde cheerleader's flesh was hot. Janet could feel Bob's fingers pulling back on her
thighs now, forcing the outer and inner lips apart, driving her wild with the ticklish
sensation of her fat labes unsticking and peeling back.
"OHHHHHH!" Janet cried.
She was high, dizzy, falling through a strange world of sensation. Bob was raking her
pussy with his mouth, dragging his teeth along the edges of her delicate inner labes.
Her throbbing cunt rubbed against his sucking mouth. Janet threw her head back into
the pillow and moaned, digging her ankles into the couch cushions and shoving her
pussy up. Oh, if he'd only stick: his tongue all the way into her hot little crack!
Janet tilted her pussy up, hoping the big football player would take the hint. What a
wonderful sensation that would be to feel something actually sliding in and out of her
cunny! It would prepare her for the awful fucking she'd be getting from that cunt
splitting dick dangling between Bob's thick legs.
Suddenly Janet found her wish had come true. She felt Bob push his tongue between
her bloated labes into the slippery channel of her virgin pussy. As the young blonde
exploded into a wild frenzy of sexual lust, Bob shoved up higher and higher until his
nose was pushing into her clit.
"AHHHHH!" Janet cried, twisting her body while nearly tearing the flesh from Bob's
back. Sweat trickled down from her forehead, plastering down her hair and burning
into her eyes. She had never felt anything like this before in her life. Even at night,
when she was sure her mother had gone to bed and she could push back the covers and
finger her pussy, Janet hadn't reached this level of sexual arousal. She'd pinched her
stiffened ditty between her thumb and forefinger, jerking herself off while thinking of
some boy on top of her and shoving his thing into her pussy. But never had the
gasping, moaning girl expected fucking to be this wonderful!
"Yeah, yeah," Bob breathed into her cunt. Janet snapped her legs together, trapping the
young man's head. Every time he groaned, every time he said something, the vibrations
from his low bass voice rumbled through her pussy, making it snap shut and spasm
even more. And the way he was using that tongue, spearing it into her pussy like a
cock, stabbing up, then pulling back only to stab upward again! It was driving her
crazy.
"AHHHH!" Janet cried out again. Bob was moving his thumb around to her tight
bunghole while he kept on working over her pussy with his mouth. Janet could feel that
digit coming closer and closer to her shitter, scraping its way across her taut smooth
asscheek. The young blonde cried out and twisted her thighs to one side. No, she
couldn't let Bob stick something up her ass! Fucking was one thing but this – this was
unheard of. To think a man could get pleasure out of shoving his fingers up a woman's
ass was silly.
But oh, oh, how good it felt to have that small digit wriggling up her shitter, spreading
apart those silky bung linings. She felt her sphincter squeeze his thumb. At the same
time her cuntal muscles snapped shut on Bob's tongue. Bob moved his head around,
licking, sucking and snarling as he ate her. When she started hunching regularly up at
him, Bob pulled away.
"You wanna fuck now?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
Janet opened her eyes and looked at him. The big young athlete's eyes were glazed and
heavy-lidded. His hairy chest heaved mightily up and down, and a glistening coat of
sweat gleamed through the thick coat of body fur.
"Yes, yes," the blonde groaned. Oh, how good it would feel to have that horrible itchy
ache taken away. Janet instinctively knew Bob's dick would do that, even if the initial
fucking would be somewhat painful.
The big athlete pushed himself in position, leaning heavily forward on his knees while
reaching down with one hand and moving his dick across the girl's upturned asscheeks
to her cunthole. He watched as the bloated lips visibly twitched when his dickhead
touched them. Smiling through a fog of lust, Bob pushed down against her swollen,
juice-slickened hot labes.
"Yess, ohhhhh, yes, yes," Janet begged, rolling her head from side to side.
She couldn't keep her body still. Her big titties jiggled. Her belly ballooned out, then
caved in while her chest heaved mightily up and down. Janet cried and sobbed, giggling
hysterically at times as she felt his cockhead working into her cunny.
"Feel good? My dick feel good in your cunt?" Bob asked through gritted teeth.
He couldn't hold out much longer. He'd played so long with Janet's tight virgin pussy
that he was worked up to the point of blowing out his cum. He could feel the jizz
packing up in his dick head, threatening to spill out at any second.
But Bob somehow managed to hold back, pushing forward with his big ass. His thick
cockhead wiggled its way inside, pushing aside the folds and hollows. As the head slid
all the way in, the blonde's outer labes closed over it, snapping shut like a trap door and
trapping it inside.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Janet cried.
So this is what it felt like! There was no pain, only a wonderful sensation of being filled,
stuffed. And Bob's dickhead was the only thing shoved into her so far. Oh, what would
it feel like when the whole nine inches of that long, thick club was inside? , Bob twisted
her body around so the girl could feel his cockhead working. While he reamed out the
hole of her pussy, Bob shoved down again, pushing more and more of his shaft into her
pussy. Janet shuddered and hunched, her muscles stiffening at times while her head
rolled from side to side. The girl cried out in strangled cries for Bob to fuck her good,
make her feel good all over. His fingers moved up and grabbed her taut titties. The
reddened titty tips exploded into wild sensations when the big football player squeezed
them hard. His cock skewered her pussy.
Janet felt the pressure in her cunt build up until she thought she'd explode. There were
five inches buried up in her cunny.
"Oh," Janet cried suddenly, her body stiffening.
She moved her hands around to Bob's chest, pushing him back. The pleasurable
sensation was gone. She felt his dickhead run into something firm, a barrier in her
pussy to keep his cock from sinking farther. Janet knew this was her cherry. Was she
going to lose it to this near-stranger?
"Got to, baby, gotta," Bob grunted, roughly grabbing her by the shoulders and holding
her down.
Janet moaned and cried out. The pain was growing more intense. She was hot for the
big man's dick. But to lose her virginity!
Without a word Bob squeezed his big buttcheeks together and drove down. Janet's
eyelids fluttered open while her body quivered. She cried out, then fell limp. Bob looked
down at her as his dick fed all the way into her cunny. He loved the sensation of being
able to feel his prick caressed to the hilt by the girl's virginal pussy. But was she going
to lay like this all the way to the end? He liked the old Janet – the Janet hunching up,
begging for his dick, acting like a hot little whore.
"Ohhh, ohhh," the blonde cheerleader groaned. She was getting hot again after several
minutes of fighting back the killing pain of her broken cherty.
"OHHHHH!" Janet cried as Bob's iron-hard rod started fucking out her hole.
He was fucking faster and faster, screwing her cunny until she could hear the sounds of
his prick ramming into her slit. The girl twisted more and more when Bob's dick
started tickling her clitty, rubbing it faster and faster.
"Feel, oh fuckin' shit, feel good?" Bob cried. His cock ripped through her tight cunny
now, pistoning in and out wildly. He was hammering against her clit hard, the weight
of his body shaking her again and again. Janet grunted like a stuck pig with each
powerful downward thrust. His cock stretched her pussy wider and wider.
"OHHHHHHH!" Janet moaned as she felt a flash of fire rip through her pussy. She
was cumming, blowing apart like a stick of sizzling dynamite.
"Fuck, fuck!" Bob cried, increasing his thrusts and hunching until his cock burned.
Then with a loud shout the young football player sprayed hot jets of white sticky cum
into her pussy.
Janet felt it scalding the walls of her cunny. She lost control at that point. It was as if
the world had suddenly blown apart. Her pussy walls spasmed as her cuntal muscles
clutched the hunk of shooting meat deep inside.
"Cum," Bob groaned, shooting his load deep down.
"Ohhhhh," Janet answered, feeling herself falling into a dark, hot warm pit as her pussy
exploded into climax.


Chapter 3

"You let him fuck you like that?" Linda Bemer, Janet's best friend asked as the two girls
strolled down the school's main corridor.
It was quiet now, a time between periods in the mid-morning. Janet had to tell someone
about what had happened to her two nights ago.
After Bob had left her naked and panting on the living-room couch, Janet had
somehow managed to crawl to her bedroom, her clothes in one hand, while she stroked
her sore, raw pussy with the other. It had felt so good! Never had the young blonde
ever thought that fucking could change her life so much. Before, all Janet could think of
was practicing for the big games and wondering when she would have enough time to
finish her math homework. But now, her mind focused on the big football player and
his fat dick. How would it feel up her ass? Would she be able to take something like
that in her mouth without breaking her jaw? How would it feel to have two men – Bob
and one of his buddies – on either side of her, jamming their hot throbbing rods into
her twisting, begging body?
And then the girl would blush red with shame and horror. What was she doing
thinking about things like that? She was Janet Bleeker, daughter of Hilda Bleeker, a
very honest, moral woman. How could she be lying in bed at night, burning with a fire
that threatened to destroy her, thinking about cockmeat?
With all this buzzing around in her mind, the young teenaged cheerleader had to tell
somebody about her first fucking. Who would be a better person than her best friend?
Linda was also on the cheerleading team, although the perky small brunette had never
made head cheerleader the way Janet had. She looked up to the taller blonde, seeing in
her the sister she had never had.
"I couldn't help it, Linda." Janet said, sucking in her lower lip and biting down hard.
She could feel her pussy firing up, trembling, almost winking shut with sexual heat as
she passed the corridor leading to the boys' gym. The faint odor of stale sweat and
dampness attacked, her nostrils. She caught the scent and felt her flesh respond
violently.
"What's wrong?" Linda asked.
Janet had stopped by the side corridor, clutching her books tightly to her titties. Her
eyes were closed while her body swayed slightly from side to side. Oh God, would it
always be like this? Had she become some kind of nymphomaniac? Would she ever be
able to lead a normal life? No, she couldn't tell Linda about this feeling now! No, it was
too horrible, too perverted.
"N-nothing," Janet stammered, shaking off the sensations rumbling through her pussy.
She staggered forward, feeling her knees growing weak and wobbly. Every step she took
made her bloated wet pussylips rub together...
"Oh," Janet cried, feeling her cunt muscles knot up with excitement! The girl's nipples
stiffened, scratching maddeningly against the cups of her restraining bra.
"Jan, you look terrible. Come on," Linda said, taking her friend by one arm and leading
her toward the school nurse's office.
Janet made some excuse about maybe having the flu, agreeing to see the nurse if Linda
would leave her alone and go to class. They were both already late, having taken too
much time gossiping in the shower after early practice.
After the young brunette left, Janet submitted to the usual medical questions and
examination, took the aspirins, and promised the nurse she'd be going home for a while
after she cleaned out her locker.
On the way to the main stairwell Janet saw Coach Jack Harrington coming from the
gym corridor. He was about to walk to the exit when he caught sight of the girl and
stopped.
Janet sucked in a deep breath, feeling her flesh crawl with embarrassment and shame.
Had Bob told his coach about her and what the two of them had done? She'd heard
about how close coach was to his team. Sometimes the coach acted like a father. Oh,
how could she face someone like Coach Harrington with that shame on her mind?
Janet managed to find the courage to walk up to him with a smile on her face.
"Good morning," Janet said, hoping she could pass him without incident and walk up
the stairs to her locker.
"Good morning, Janet. I'd like to see you in my office now," Harrington said.
His face was grim, his jaw set, his blue eyes glittering.
Janet felt her face burning with shame and horror. Had he heard about her fucking?
Was he going to report her? Would he tell the teachers, the administration, even her
own mother?
"I-I'm supposed to go home. I'm not feeling well," Janet said, lowering her eyes and
gazing hotly at the tiled floor. She could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest as
Coach Harrington's eyes' bore into her soul.
"This will only take a minute," he said in a gruff voice... Janet sighed, having no choice
in the matter. She seemed to know what would follow – a big lecture on morals,
followed by threats of telling everyone about what had happened. Would he ask her to
resign from the cheerleading squad?
"This way," Harrington said, holding open one of the large wood swinging doors
separating the side corridor from the main one. The smell of sweaty bodies and clothes
was stronger now, but Janet couldn't feel the excitement she'd had before. Her
reputation was at stake. She felt her heart pounding more furiously as she entered the
coach's big office and took a seat to the right of his desk.
"Is something wrong?" Janet managed to say. Her voice was small and intimidated.
"Janet, you know a coach has many responsibilities," Harrington began, sitting on one
edge of the desk and draping his right leg over another chair to Janet's left. "We're
responsible not only for the physical well-being of our boys, but for the mental and
even spiritual health of them as well."
Janet thought she would faint. She put one shaky hand up to her forehead and nodded
in agreement. How could she ever keep from fainting with shame?
"Bob Hansen is one of my finest players, a real first-class quarterback, a boy who'll
maybe make the big time if he plays it right. I don't want anything happening to him,
all right?"
Janet could feel Coach Harrington tuning into her, his eyes like two death rays focused
on her. She squirmed in the chair, not knowing where to put her hands and feet. If
only he would get on with it!
"And?"
"And, I heard about what you and he had done several nights ago," Harrington said in
a sigh.
"He told you?" Janet asked, feeling her stomach turn over.
She flashed her eyes at Harrington and quailed under his sharp gaze. He was the
perfect image of an uncompromising judge. Janet could picture him dragging down the
hall, proclaiming her shame, then throwing her out like a slut onto the front school
lawn.
"The boys tell me most everything. Now, what are we going to do about it? I know
boys will be boys. But I can't have someone like you ruining a first-class team and
player. No, I won't have it," Harrington said, shaking his head slowly from side to side.
Then something very unusual happened. One minute the big handsome coach was
sitting casually on top of his desk, lecturing to her about morals and what she had
done, the next moment he was almost on top of her, his bulging crotch almost pressed
to her face.
Janet backed away as if someone had touched a hot iron to her cheek. Her eyes showed
the confusion and fear she felt.
"What's the matter, Janet? I'm sure you weren't so shy to Bob when he made an
advance," the big man said.
He had dropped one hand to her right tit and was fondling the girl's boobs. Janet
couldn't believe this was happening to her. The school coach was making advance to
her in his own office!
"Don't!" Janet cried, shrinking away from him. She accidentally knocked her books off
the desk top as she moved back. "Oh," the girl groaned, sliding from the chair to the
floor, quickly trying to retrieve her papers. Coach Harrington wouldn't really try
anything here. They were too exposed, too public. She could scream for help if she
really needed it.
"Come on, Janet. I want to see if you're that good," Harrington said, catching her by
the wrist and jerking her back up.
"Don't!" Janet said, this time her voice trembling with fear.
He was going to try something, force her to do the same thing with him that Bob did
with her two nights ago.
"NOOO!" Janet cried as his strong arms pinned her against his big chest. Janet felt an
excitement rise in her belly and cunny that matched her horror and outrage.
Harrington's hands were all over her, squeezing her buttocks, making the sensitive flesh
running between her pussy and asshole stretch.
Janet fought down the desire to moan. She twisted harder, trying to raise her hands up'
from Harrington's arms. If only she could scratch his face, she would be able to break
away and run from this crazy man!
"Ever suck cock? Ever want to take a man's dick between your lips and feel it sliding
down your throat? You know what jizz is, baby? That's that sticky white stuff Bob was
shooting up your snatch."
The words were horrible to Janet as she arched her body back, struggling with all her
might. She could feel her feet leaving the floor as Harrington dragged her from the
chair to the center of the room.
"Let me go!" she cried.
She started screaming, twisting, writhing, doing anything to get away from him.
"Shut up!" Harrington shouted, letting go of Janet just for a second.
Before she could say anything, she saw him raise his hand high above his head. Janet
watched in horrified fascination as the big paw-like hand sliced through the air with a
whooshing sound, then crashed into her face.
The blonde's head snapped back while her body spun around. Her blonde hair whipped
across her face as her legs twisted around one another. Janet let out a sharp cry, then
felt her brain spinning crazily around and around. She was stumbling, fighting for
consciousness and balance. But Coach Harrington's blow was too great. With another
cry the young blonde collapsed to the floor.
"Not so proud and anxious, are you?" he snarled.
Janet felt her heart contract. He was altogether another man from the one she'd known
on the athletic field. This was a monster towering above her. He was going to destroy
her. Somehow he'd identified her with destroying his team and he was going to get her
for this. Oh God, wasn't there any way she could get out of this?
"I-I promise," Janet whispered.
"Promise what?" Coach Harrington reached down with one hand and wrapped his
thick calloused fingers around strands of Janet's silky blonde hair. With a quick jerk, he
snapped up her head.
Janet's eyelids fluttered open. The pain in her scalp was terrible. She reached up with
her hands, clawing away at the fingers that were hurting her so much. But Harrington
kept himself far enough away while still causing the blonde so much pain.
"P-promise n-not to do anything to Bob or your team," the girl managed to stammer
out. He was going to rip her beautiful hair from her head, tear it out by the roots!
"That won't be good enough," Harrington said, jerking on her hair harder.
Janet cried out, trying to rise from the floor. Her leg muscles were cramped from the
awkward position. She was begging him to let her go, not to cause her so much pain.
She could feel her brain growing fuzzy as he yanked still harder. Janet was half standing
up, her lithe body arched grotesquely backward. Harrington smiled as his eyes gleamed
strangely at the sadistic scene.
Then suddenly he let go of Janet's hair. The girl collapsed. The cold tile floor hurt her
knees.
"You're nothing but one of those little slutty groupies hanging around the locker rooms,
waiting for one of the boys to plug up your snatch with their cocks," Harrington said
between tightly clenched teeth.
Janet snapped her head back, looking with wide eyes. No one had ever talked to her
like that, not even Bob in his most passionate moments. Now there was this strange
man, a teacher, who was hurting her, humiliating her, making her hear awful, terrible
things.
"Stop it!" Janet cried, covering her ears with her hands. "No, you're gonna listen. Little
cunts like you can't wait to get some dickmeat in their twats, eh?" Janet trembled,
biting her lower lip and feeling hot tears of fear and shame welling up in her eyes. She
cowered on the floor, trembling under this big man's tremendous power.
"Well, baby, I'm going to show you a hunk of dickmeat you never thought you'd see
outside the medical books," Harrington said, unzipping his pants."
Janet looked on, horrified, helpless, cringing on the floor.
"Stop it, please, Mr. Harrington. I promise, I promise I won't do anything like... that
again, please," Janet pleaded helplessly.
But the coach was rum. The sound of his zipper going down terrified the girl. She
looked up, watching the silver teeth between his black trousers separate, showing the
darkly tanned hairy flesh underneath. He was wearing only a jockstrap. Janet could see
the white stiff material and the top of the bulging pouch just above the bottom of his
fly. While he stared at her, he slid his hand under the jockstrap pouch, then pulled free
his mammoth hunk of dickmeat.
Janet cried out, shrinking back and turning her face away. He was right! She'd never
thought a man could be that big. That kind of cock belonged between the hindquarters
of a donkey. He was at least an inch, maybe two bigger than Bob. And the thickness!
She was sure something that big could split open even a whore's pussy. Janet had heard
stories of men who couldn't marry because they were too long and thick for a woman.
She had thought they were only fantasies. But now the young blonde cheerleader felt
she'd met one of these mythical men.
"Stop! Let me go!" she cried.
Her eyes raced back to the coach's crotch. His long cock was hanging out from between
the opened halves of his black trousers. It was shaped like a long club, slightly bent in
the middle, narrowing toward the end and finally flaring out broadly into a thick,
purple head.
When Janet tried struggling free again, Harrington grabbed his cockshaft and gave it a
squeeze. The young girl watched in fascination as a thick droplet of pre-cum oozed
from the broad piss-slit and started trickling down the silky flesh. She'd never seen a
cockhead up this close before. Bob had fucked her, but never played around with her
like this. Harrington pulled her hand toward his dick, then forced her palm to close
over his dick. It felt so 'hot and slippery against her skin. Janet gave a cry, then twisted
around. Oh God, his grip hurt her so much. It was as if he were trying to break her
arm.
"You like the smell, baby? Kinda damp and sour, right? I'll bet that makes your fuckin'
pussy all hot and wet," Harrington snarled again.
Janet felt the words descend on her like powerful blows. He was crazy, demented, and
he was a teacher!
"You want my dick. I can see that. Hell, you want any kind of dick sticking out of a
pair of pants. Your cunt's too hot to pass this mother up."
"Please, don't, please," she whimpered as she felt her cunny growing hotter and wetter.
Her titties were swelling in her bra, driving her crazy. The nipples were stiffer than
ever. The ache in her pussy was getting to the pulsing stage. Every movement the
young blonde made, made her cuntlips rub deliciously together. Janet could feel her
clitty shaft hardening, unsheathing, beating against the swollen wet pussymeat.
"Feel my dick, rub it up. Feel what a real good piece of cockmeat's like," Harrington
said.
"You don't know what you're saying, Coach Harrington. Please, let me go and I won't
tell anyone what happened here." Janet was almost ready to stop struggling with him.
Her fingers were curled around his thick, hard cock. She could feel the veins throbbing,
and the beating in her pussy seemed to be matching those rhythms. Slowly Harrington
began to rock back and forth, making his cock slip through her palm, greasing down
her fingers with dick juice.
"You want a good rodding, don't you? Shit, I can see it in your eyes-glazed, heavy, eyes
of a whore who can't control herself," he said in a thick voice.
The horrible words excited Janet as much as they excited the coach. The blonde felt her
body melting down into a lush hot tub of liquid butter. Only her clit and nipples
seemed hard. She wondered where all this perverted sexuality released in her two days
ago would lead her. Now she was humbled in front of the coach. God only knows what
he would do to her. And then what, the whole team?
Janet licked her lips with excitement as she thought of all those stiff, fat, long dicks
sticking out of those tight-fitting uniforms, throbbing, waiting for her cunt, her mouth,
her ass. And then she thought of what she'd been imagining and let out a cry of shame.
What would happen to her?


Chapter 4

Janet's pussy was a hot, swampy mess. The fat labes were red with lust, bloated and
slicked down with her frothing pussy oil. Her clitty was a red spindle, sputtering with
an arousal so powerful she would have done anything Coach Harrington had
demanded of her.
She rubbed her legs together as the big athlete started removing his clothes. There was
no resistance now. He'd won. Janet saw the triumph gleaming in his blue eyes when he
let her hand go. He stood with his muscular buttocks pressed against the edge of his
desk and criss-crossed his arms, pulling the sweatshirt off his torso.
She sucked in a ragged breath of lust when she saw his hairy, muscled chest come into
view. He was big, bigger than any of the boys she'd seen on the team. His chest
muscles rippled across his broad ribs with each move he made. A thin coating of sweat
glistened on his body, making Janet shudder. When his hot, meaty cockmeat throbbed
again, Janet greedily squeezed it. Her hand jacked up and down almost involuntarily,
pulling the flexible outer skin over the steely inner core. She realized what she was
doing and dropped her hand immediately.
"I knew you were a hurtin' little cunt," Harrington said with a growl.
"I-I don't know what I'm doing," Janet stammered, feeling her body throbbing in
rhythm to that twitching cock inches from her face. Her nostrils burned as if she were
inhaling gasoline.
Harrington heaved a sigh of pleasure as he unbuttoned his trousers then fully peeled
them open, exposing all of his crotch. Janet saw the hipbones jutting against the tanned
skin, saw the forest of cockhairs almost hiding the incredibly thick dickroot, and saw
two coconut-sized balls dangling beneath Harrington's cock. A pungent, sour smell
came from the coach's thick-muscled legs. Janet inhaled deeply, thinking that odor was
one of the most exciting she'd ever sniffed!
"I don't know if you ever sucked off a guy before," the coach said, reaching down and
pushing his trousers down to his knees.
He walked over to his desk, pushing the high-backed leather chair back and sitting
down. He spread his knees apart widely, then wiggled a finger as a signal for Janet to
come to him. Obediently the cringing blonde crawled on her knees over the cold tiles,
her eyes riveted on the thick long cock sticking like a barber pole from between
Harrington's legs.
When she was positioned in front of his prick, the coach slid his hands around the back
of her head and pulled her forward. Janet smelled the hair and sweat and balls of his
crotch even more strongly now. The male odor acted as a catalyst for her passions.
Suddenly she felt her pussy explode into a kind of bitch heat. Her slippery hot pussy
membranes knotted up. The blonde cheerleader bent forward on her own accord,
feeling her tits pushing against the coach's legs. She looked at that dick as long as she
could as she came closer and closer to Harrington's cock.
"That's it, Janet. That's it. Take in my cock, take that prick between your lips and suck
on it like a lollypop. Just like a sucker," he said, running his fingers through her hair.
Slowly the girl sank her head, obeying the coach to the letter. She could feel the greasy
tip of his fat dickhead brushing against her upper lip. It felt so smooth and hot and wet!
She felt her pussy contract from sexual heat. There was a salty, bleachy taste to that
cum oozing from his piss-slit.
Tentatively, nervously, Janet pushed her tongue out. The coach let out a groan, pushing
his dick harder between the girl's semi-parted lips. Janet started growing more bold,
running the tip of her tongue around the fat purple head in circles.
Harrington dug his fingertips more tightly against her skull. Janet watched his balls
jiggle with every move he made, then they tightened up hard against the root of his fat
dick as he grew more and more excited.
Then the girl decided to go all the way. Slowly she opened her mouth wide, pushing
down as the coach hunched up a second time. Janet felt his hot, salty-tasting flesh brush
over her front teeth and start on its journey toward her throat. Soon his big cock filled
her mouth, making her cheeks puff out. The blonde felt a dull ache in her jaws become
more intense as she took in more and more of the throbbing meat. The salty flavor of
the coach's cum made her swallow, forcing the girl to gasp for air.
"Ohh, yeah, Jan, you give good head. Thought you would. Thought all those fuckin'
cheerleaders spreadin' their legs during the games would give good head. But you, you
baby, would give the best," he groaned, lifting his butt from the chair and twisting his
hips back and forth. He was making his cock revolve around in her mouth, pushing
against her teeth, making her cheeks bulge out even more than before.
Janet felt his throbbing rod brush over the insides of her cheeks. She thought of what
she was doing and flushed hot with sexual heat. Her pussy was killing her. It was
oozing juice, contracting and snapping shut, begging for something to slip inside and
take care of that achy itch. Juice trickled maddeningly down her furry cunny mound,
making the girl want to reach under her skirt and take care of that itching. But Janet
didn't want to do anything to offend Coach Harrington. As much as he excited the girl,
Janet was well aware of how he could turn on her.
"Yeah, suck me off," he groaned, shoving his hips up and down faster and faster. Janet
did as she was told, closing off her throat and sucking at that big, fat pole as hard 
as she could.
"Fuckin' Jesus!" the big coach said.
The cords stood out against his neck while a string of drool rolled from one corner of
his mouth. His powerful white teeth gleamed in the bright light of the large office.
Harrington rolled from side to side, making the leather chair squeak across the floor
with his sharp, jerky movements. He was feeding the sucking teenager his cock,
humping it into her mouth, feeling the throbbing dickhead batter the cheerleader's
throat. He could feel his balls screwing up tightly against his prickroot. He had all he
could do from firing his load down Janet's throat.
"Mmmmm," the blonde groaned.
She took a deep breath and let the coach push his cock into her tight throat. Lower and
lower she dropped her mouth, sucking and tonguing all the way. Coach Harrington
snapped his head up, gritting his teeth together. His eyes showed a terrible
concentration. He was fighting down the hot/wet sensation suddenly gripping his
cockhead. He could feel the jizz packing down in that fleshy mushroom-shaped tip,
ready to spray down Janet's throat.
"Ohhh, yeah! Head, head!" Harrington moaned.
He twisted more and more in his seat, gripping the girl's head with one hand while
holding onto the wooden armrest with the other. He pounded Janet's lips and nose
with his hairy groin, sanding it across the girl's face as she wished he would keep his
dick in her for a long time. Instead of finding oral sex revolting, Janet found it thrilling.
It felt wonderfully strange to have a man's prick reaming out her mouth, tickling the
back of her throat, rubbing across her tonsils. Her pussy was still knotted up in sex
cramps.
"OHHHH!" Janet cried out, nearly spitting out the coach's fat, long prong.
Nearly dumping his load of spunk down her throat, Coach Harrington had managed to
control himself by snapping his legs together. His thighs caught Janet by the ears,
boxing them and temporarily deafening the struggling blonde.
"Sorry, babe. Keep on suckin'," Harrington said.
Janet needed no encouragement. She was on a high that no drug could give her. She
moved both hands around his hips and pulled herself tightly against him. She let him
fuck her in the mouth, feeling his fat hot nuts swing up and slap her under the chin.
They rocked back and forth that way, the big football coach jumping up and down in
his seat, driving his cunt-splitter into the teenager's mouth while Janet sucked as hard
as she could.
When the cheerleader began to claw at his flesh, reminding him she needed air,
Harrington reluctantly let her head slide down until the bulge of his dickhead
disappeared from her throat. Janet sucked in air through her flared nostrils, sighing
with relief. She managed to keep the head of his cock and a good deal of the shaft still
in her mouth. Oh God, it felt sooo good to lick that big fat thing throbbing in her
mouth. It was so salty, so tasty, so lip-smacking good.
"Fuck, you keep doin' something like that all the time and you're gonna make me shoot
in your mouth. But I've got better things planned for you. Get naked, baby,"
Harrington said.
Janet relaxed her jaws and slid back. The coach's prick fell free, throbbing, jerking,
twitching in front of her eyes. Janet swallowed, feeling the strange mixture of her spittle
and his jizz ooze down her throat. She rocked back on her heels, feeling completely
overpowered by this big man.
"Man, you got me so close my ol' cock started to throb and get pretty big. Jesus, my
balls hurt. Take off my pants and rub those balls, Janet," the coach ordered, smiling
down at her.
Janet stayed on the floor, not thinking of protesting and calling for help. The thought
was far from her mind. All she could think about was that wonderful cock and the
chance it would be fucking the shit out of her in a few seconds. Obediently the girl
moved her fingers to his trousers, pulling them down his thick, hairy legs. Harrington
instructed her to untie his shoes, pull them off. Then came the socks, and finally the
pants. In a second he was completely naked, reclining in his big black leather chair,
stroking his cock.
"Work those balls over, baby. They really hurt," he ordered.
Janet again did as she told. Her slender fingers tickled over the thick curly mat of hair
covering his legs until her fingertips moved to his sweaty balls. She cuddled them,
hefting them up. She started gently squeezing them, making Coach Harrington hiss out
a warning for her to be gentle and slow or he'd be blowing his load out into her face.
When the girl didn't pay attention to him, the big man slapped her.
"Ohhh!" Janet cried, her head jerking to one side from the force of the open-handed
slap. The cracking sound of flesh smashing flesh echoed through the large office. Janet
felt tears well up in her eyes. What had she done wrong? He'd been sitting calmly in his
chair, letting her do all those things to him. And now suddenly he attacked her, smiling
as he'd done so.
"I told you go slow," he snarled, reaching for his belt. Janet cringed instinctively, falling
back behind the desk. No, he wasn't going to hit her with that!
"No!" the girl cried, scrambling to her feet. The young cheerleader tilted to one side,
hitting her thigh against the edge of the desk. Harrington gripped his belt by the
buckled end and snapped it up, bringing down the leather tip across the back of her
neck.
"AHHHHH!" Janet cried from the sting of the whipping blow. Janet wheeled around,
her eyes wide with terror and pain. Coach Harrington looked odd, standing naked in
the middle of his office with that horrible belt in his hand. He was dragging it playfully
across the floor, his eyes glittering more intensely.
"Come back here," Harrington said, snapping the belt hard across the top of the desk
like a whip. Janet flinched at the sharp sound. But she shook her head.
Her defiance delighted rather than angered Harrington. He moved quickly, stepping in
front of the horrified girl before she had a chance to fight back. Moving the belt around
her neck, he pressed the flat end of the belt hard against her windpipe.
Janet clawed at the leather as she felt the wind being slowly drawn from her lungs. His
knee pressed hard into her buttocks. Then she could feel his cock easing into her tight
little asshole. Was this how it would end – the coach's dick up her ass while she
strangled helplessly for her life?
"Maybe you'll think twice before trying to cross me," he snarled, jerking the belt off her
throat.
Janet doubled over, grabbing her throat and gasping for air. She thought she would
retch. Her belly was contracting while her brain spun dizzily. Harrington was doing
something to her. She could feel him unbuttoning her blouse. He was stripping her,
taking off her clothes while she struggled for air! Off came her blouse, her bra, her
skirt, and finally her shoes and panties. He had stripped her of her self-respect and her
clothing.
"No, don't do this," Janet cried weakly.
"Little bitch," Harrington said, throwing her panties to one side of the room. He
backhanded her, then slapped her across the other cheek with his palm. He did this
again and again, making the girl spin helplessly around the room. When he stopped,
Janet was holding onto one side of the table, her feet sliding across the slippery tiled
floor.
Her titties swayed with her movements. She could feel her cheeks warming from the
constant blows while her ears rang. A sudden flash of hatred leaped up in her. How
dare this man treat her in this way? She screamed and suddenly charged at the big man,
tearing at his eyes and clawing his cheeks.
Stunned at fast, Coach Harrington quickly snapped into action. When her nails started
cutting deeply, he threw her off.
"You god damned slut! I'll take care of any kind of resistance," he said, shoving her
backward while rubbing his injured cheeks.
Janet wheeled around once more and started running for the door. She didn't care what
people would say. She didn't care if half the school came out and found her half
hysterical and naked. Let Coach Harrington explain to them what happened.
But once more the athletic older man was too swift and strong for her. He locked one
arm around her neck, dragging her back into the room. Janet bit, clawed, did anything
she could to get away. But it was useless. She could hear him unlocking a door behind
his desk. Then suddenly everything was black. She was being dragged into darkness!
"Crawl around here," he snarled, tossing her down.
Janet landed with a muffled thud on her face. From the smell and closeness of the room
she could tell it was some kind of equipment storage room. Barbells, mats, various
kinds of basketballs and softballs lay in disarray around her. There was a musty smell
about her. The girl watched like a cornered animal as Harrington moved backward and
picked up the belt he'd dropped during her sudden provoked attack.
"No," the girl whispered, feeling her scalp crawl with terror.
Harrington's cock was straining upward, pulsing with a steady rhythm. Scratching his
nuts with one hand, he played with the wide black leather belt with the other. Janet
knew his brutality. He'd stop at nothing, she guessed, to give himself a little pleasure.
"Come here, baby, come here and give me the same kind of good time you gave Bob."
It was a nightmare. God only knew how far this man would go before killing her. Janet
had a feeling when he was through with her she wouldn't want a man for years. This,
she felt, was Coach Harrington's way of protecting his boys. How horrible, and yet how
successful.


Chapter 5

"Please, Coach Harrington, please don't hurt me any more," Janet sobbed.
Now, in front of this brutal animal, the girl cowered, covering her face, looking wildly
around her and realizing the only place of escape was right past Coach Harrington's big
body blocking the doorway.
Janet slid up the wall to a standing position, her hands pressing hard against a mat
hanging on the wall behind her. She watched the big man looking at her, studying her.
She had no place to run to. There was no escape.
"The race's over, baby. Now it's time for my turn at a little fun."
Janet instinctively turned when Harrington snapped his belt like a whip. As she twisted
her body, she tried to cover herself he brought the belt down. It bit her flesh just under
her ribs.
"Ahhhh!" Janet squealed, jerking to one side as if someone had knifed her. Then he
brought the weapon over his head again. It seemed to come back down in slow motion.
The tip chewed the flesh along her right hip. Janet screamed again, twisting around,
turning, falling over her stumbling feet, as she sought for same place of refuge from
that biting belt.
The belt came down a third time. Janet felt her knees buckle. She fell to the floor. Janet
rolled to the right, banging into the wall. She felt the cold cement floor of the
equipment room against her flattened titties and belly. She crawled desperately. There
was the sound of that horrible belt slicing through the air again. Then a sharp jolt of
pain in her right buttock told Janet that Harrington had begun working on her ass. The
belt tore at that sensitive area again and again.
"No, no, no!"
What was happening to her? Why was she enjoying this beating, something that should
have made her pass out with terror? As the belt snapped down yet another time, Janet
wandered how much more heat would explode in her pussy. How far would that crazy
sensation travel and how would she react?
The tip of Coach Harrington's belt caught the lower portion of her left asscheek. Janet's
body jerked forward as if she'd touched a live electrical wire. Her cunny was raw with
excitement and passion. Her legs snapped apart while her fingers clawed uselessly at the
cement floor. She turned her head away from Harrington, afraid of what he would do
should he see just how much she was enjoying this savage beating.
"Ohhh!" Janet cried as the belt came down once more, this time between her
shoulderblades. The needle-sharp heat was radiating through her buttcheeks. She
twisted her hips around the floor like a snake, making her bloated pussylips peel back
with every move she made.
Janet stared into his glittering blue eyes for an instant and felt her soul faint from
terror. He'd stop at nothing, she was sure of that. Terrified, the girl nodded quickly,
indicating she'd do whatever he wanted of her.
"Good. But just in case..." He walked quickly back into his office. Janet heard him
foraging around for a second, then he came back with something in his hand. It was his
jockstrap.
"What are you going to do with that?" the girl asked, shrinking away slightly as the big
athlete dropped back on top of her once more. He was sliding the foul-smelling piece of
underwear up to her nose.
"Just to make sure you don't cry out, baby" Harrington said as he jammed the pouch
suddenly into her mouth, slipping the elastic waistband around her head just above her
ears.
"MMMMMMMMMM!" Janet cried. Her eyes widened. She wanted to retch from the
awful taste. Her head throbbed from the beating and this new humiliation. And yet she
found herself even more excited than before. His hot breath blowing through her
fanned-out blonde hair made her scalp crawl with pleasure. The pit of her belly seemed
to be melting, almost flowing down to her pussy.
His hand moved down between their tightly pressed bodies, stroking the smooth flesh
of her lower belly, toying with the few cuntal hairs curling up at the top of her pussy
mound. Janet could feel the long, thick mass of his prickmeat against her belly.
"Yeah, good, good," Harrington said as his fingers crawled through the girl's cuntal
thatch.
His hands moved around her pussy freely, milking the edges together, rubbing the
inner folds of her snatch against her clit. Janet closed her eyes and felt her big ass
muscles cramp with excitement. She'd be moaning if it weren't for the gag in her
mouth.
Then Harrington prepared for his initial fucking of the twisting girl. Janet could feel his
pre-cum smearing across her lower belly. He was hunching against her, driving his hips
against hers, sliding his cock up and down over her pussy mound and lower belly. His
hands roamed freely over her body now, the big coach not being particularly worried
about Janet using her hands to free herself. He sensed she was too worked up to think
about anything except her hot pussy and what could satisfy it.
Janet was starting to change. She wanted to stroke his cock. She wanted to feel how
thick and long it was again. Every move she made forced more fuck oil from her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Janet hummed through the gag. Her coot was already hot
enough. She needed something inside her to take care of that horrible aching sensation
raking her snatch.
Sensing her urgency, the big coach rolled his hips, his cock pushing against the top of
Janet's furry blonde cuntmound.
The meaty knob of his cock pressed right over her clit. Janet sighed, opening her mouth
and letting out a muffled cry of delight. She felt a hot/wet electric charge ripple through
her swampy twat. Rocking her asscheeks from side to side, Janet directed the dribbling
end of his cockhead first against one cuntlip, then the other. Her clitty rolled under the
pressure, sending more sexual heat through her brain. The concrete under her rolling
ass heated up, slicked down by the moaning blonde's own perspiration.
Harrington sucked and bit at her neck. Every nibble sent flashes of lust up and down
her spine.
For a second Janet imagined what would happen if Harrington were tearing at her flesh
with those powerful teeth. Strangely, a powerful shudder of lust and terror combined to
make the girl twist in heat even more frenziedly than before.
Janet rocked her hips forward, sliding her pussy over the coach's purple cockhead. She
squirmed like a serpent, trying to slide onto the thick rod of his cock. Oh God, was he
going to tease her like this, play with her pussy until she would almost pass out, faint
from desire?
A low moan seeped from her throat. Her spittle soaked the foul-tasting pouch lodged in
her mouth. Janet twisted. She needed that man's cock in her. With a thrust of her
thighs, Janet centered her cunthole over the dome of Harrington's prickhead. She could
see he was going to let her do the work. He wanted to humiliate her completely, make
her actually fuck herself while all he did was watch and finally fire his jizz into her
waiting snatch.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," Janet groaned. She could feel his cockhead spread apart her
pussylips and start its entry. It was all she needed to blow apart. When the wide flaring
head was still lodged in the sensitive area between her outer and inner labes, Janet felt
the steamy, belly-filling tension begin to start up in her crotch. She moved her hips
from side to side, pressing her cunt against his prick.
Harrington grunted, thrusting forward and up. With a greasy slide, the head of his cock
popped past the eager tight ring of her cunthole into her fuck channel.
Janet felt herself melting into a sensuous mass. She could feel that cockhead drilling
into her, forcing her slippery pussy meat apart. Her outer labes were peeled back. Her
buttocks flattened out from Harrington's weight and pressure while her titties jiggled
from the jerky, nervous moves both of them made. Her fingers curled around his neck,
forcing his head down onto hers.
"You don't need this any more," he said, reaching up and tearing the jockstrap out of
her mouth.
Janet twisted her face around and spat out the foul-tasting spittle. Then she felt
Harrington take her head and turn her face back to his. Suddenly she found herself
kissing this man, actually making love to him.And Harrington let her do what she
wanted. Janet's tongue flicked into his mouth, wiggling around and down until she
thought she could touch the back of his throat if she wanted.
The blonde cheerleader rested for the moment. She could feel the meaty knob of his
cock. Janet felt her nerve-endings stimulated deep down inside her snatch. Without
trying, the blonde cheerleader felt her cunt muscles contracting, lightly milking the
coach's prick.
"Jesus Christ, no wonder Bob wanted you so bad," Harrington gasped out in surprise.
He'd never come across a woman who could move her cunt muscles that way. No, he
wasn't going to let this one go so easily.
"Oh, fuck, fuck!" Janet groaned, rolling her !lead from side to side after breaking away
from Harrington's long, wet kiss.
She was hunching .forward, throwing her hips up, skewering herself more and more
onto his cock. As the cheerleader felt him sinking more and more of his cockmeat into
her, Janet felt the long rod of his cock going deeper into her body. It was as if she were
being impaled on a stake.
Janet moaned low and loud now. She felt Harrington slide his paw-like hands, around
her thighs, moving them around until they were pawing her asscheeks. His fingertips
dug into her full buttocks.
The girl heard herself sobbing and crying out wildly. Her eyes glazed over with lust. All
around her she heard a pounding, and she realized that it was her own blood thudding
through her ears. The girl ground her clitty against Harrington's dick, loving the
sensation she felt deep in her cunt. And then there was the steady pulsing of his
prickmeat deep inside her, matching the throbbing that was getting stronger and
stronger.
Janet was dripping with sweat. Her hot flesh squeaked across the concrete floor as she
felt Harrington's hairy body sand across her smooth flesh.
"OHHH, NOOO!"
Janet quickly exploded into a fucking rhythm. She hiked up her ass, moving it in broad
circles, loving the sensation of Harrington's cock moving around her pussy. The mass
of tension in her belly swelled like a balloon. Janet dug her fingernails into his
shoulders, dragging her nipples across his chest. There was no need to force this girl
into sexual obedience any more. The insides of her thighs chilled and burned while her
cunt juice oozed out, slicking down the hot sides of Harrington's cock. Janet felt her
body turn to a rubbery, melting mass of pussy oil.
"Fuck, fuck it out, baby, fuck it out!" Harrington grunted.
Janet didn't need any encouragement. She felt the heat rise quickly in her cunt. As it
drove up toward her brain, she started breathing more quickly.
"Oh, no, no," the girl sobbed.
Her cunt mouth hurt from the friction. A fire started at the mouth of her hole. Her
belly seemed to swell up with excitement. She grunted, ramming her cunt up onto the
rock-hard cock. The tension radiated from her cunny to her brain. Janet could ten she
was close to orgasm.
"That's it, baby, work it out. You're gonna cum good and hard. You're gonna feel my
jizz burnin' into you."
Harrington's words sent Janet rocketing into orgasm. She exploded, her mind blasting
into millions of brightly colored pieces. The hard, heavy jolt of the first spasm blasted
her pussy, making her eyelids flicker open and her legs snap apart. She wept and
struggled, her fists striking the big coach while her ass danced wildly across the floor.
The tidal waves of orgasm ripped her cunt, making every muscle in her body spasm.
She kicked and bit and clawed at the big athlete pinning her down with his hands, feet
and cock.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" Harrington cried out.
He was spraying her cumming pussy with his jizz now, the pulpy head contracting and
flooding the girl's snatch. Janet felt herself being stuffed with cum. She bucked again,
twisting and writhing while more and more spunk dumped into her. All she knew now
was she was all cunt. She felt wet and hot and clenching in every part of her body. Janet
milked at the spraying rod, bouncing up and down like a puppet. She lost sense of the
room around her. All she could think of was that sensation of cumming cock in her
cumming pussy. Everything seemed hard, shooting, and delicious.
Her head snapped back and forth while her tittles jiggled like pudding with the furious
blasts of her pussy. Even when the thrusts of Harrington's hips subsided, the young girl
was still hunching, milking the last drops of cum from his shooting dick.
When it was all over, Janet sighed and relaxed, feeling her body sinking down. Only
now she realized just how heavy the big athlete was on top of her. And yet the blonde
cheerleader was too terrified to ask him to get off. Now that her pussy was satisfied – at
least for the time being – Janet once more realized the danger of her position. Now
what was he going to do? He'd got what he wanted – her pussy, her submission. But
he'd also revealed himself to her as a wild sadist. She doubted he'd trust her not to say
anything. But he wouldn't have gone this far without having a card up his sleeve.
As if reading her mind, Harrington pulled himself up, sliding his flaccid cock from her
slackening pussy. Janet stared silently up at him, trying to stop from trembling under
his gaze. She saw he was studying her, wondering what to do now.
"You were one hell of a fuck, baby, like I said, now I know why Bob was really onto
you. Fuck, he kept on talking like you were the greatest thing in skirts. Well, I'll give
him that," Harrington said, wiping his mouth with the back of his right hand.
Janet cringed. And yet she felt a strange kind of perverted pride. After this biggest,
hardest, strongest cock of her life reamed out her pussy, she found out its possessor
considered her one of the top few women. Well, it was something, considering the
situation.
"Please, can I go now?" Janet ventured to say, struggling up from the floor.
"Not so fast," Harrington said, raising a hand. Janet shrank back again. "I've got to
make sure you won't get any ideas about talking."
"I promise, promise," Janet said, her heart beating crazily. Was he going to kill her?
"Promises are made to be broken. Nope, got something better," Harrington said, slowly
getting to his feet.
He moved to one side of the room where a tall dark-green metal filing cabinet stood.
Pulling open the top drawer, he fished blindly inside, then pulled out a Polaroid
camera.
"You'll be on, so to speak."
Janet shuddered, only vaguely guessing what was in store for her.


Chapter 6

Coach Harrington loaded the camera, adjusting the lens, then he laid it down on top of
the green metal filing cabinet.
"I have to have some kind of insurance – to make sure you won't talk. Besides, I've got
other kinds of entertainment I'm involved in," he said, smiling strangely as he scratched
his balls.
Janet felt horribly shamed suddenly, in spite of what she'd just done with the coach.
There was something almost sick in the way she was naked and cringing before this big
man. The young blonde wanted to scream. But instead she curled her legs under her
butt and moved closer to the wall.
Harrington stood silently for a few minutes, then moved briefly from the equipment
room. She heard him dressing in his office and wondered if he'd be letting her go soon.
Maybe all he wanted to do was take a few pictures of her naked in his office as a kind
of delayed blackmail – he'd show them around should she talk, thus inferring that
while he did fuck her, she was more than willing to let him.
Then the room went dark. He'd shut the door, slamming it hard and bolting it from his
side.
"No, don't lock me in!" she screamed, scrambling to her feet and throwing herself
against the door. "No, no, no!" the girl cried louder and louder, her words becoming
animal growls and shrieks as she pounded her fists hard against the thick wood. But no
one could hear her. Finally that knowledge sank into her brain and Janet crumpled to
the floor in a defeated heap.
"Oh, oh, oh," the blonde teenager groaned, sliding her hands over her head and
rocking back and forth.
No one would find her until it was too late. What was he going to do, leave her here?
Set fire to the office and kill her without anyone around to hear her final screams of
agony?
Terrible, frightening images flashed across her mind as the seconds ticked away. The
darkness was heavy, pressing in on her until Janet thought she would die crushed on
the floor.
Then she heard footsteps on the other side of the door. Taking heart, the young girl
scrambled back up to her feet and started pounding wildly on the door.
"Help, help, help! Oh God, help me, I'm trapped! Somebody, anybody, help!" she cried
over and over again, hysterical with terror.
There was the sound of a key in the lock, and Janet knew it had to be Harrington. She
let out a little cry, digging her fingertips into her skull and stepping back as the door
cracked open. She was certain he hadn't returned to let her go. What new kind of
torture had he brought in?
"It's no use, Janet. Nobody's around – at least close enough to hear you. My office's
nearly soundproof, and you can bet this place muffles what little sound would get out,"
Harrington said, reaching inside the room and flicking on a switch.
Janet saw he was dressed in the same clothes she'd seen him in. He moved toward her,
his hands outstretched.
"No, leave me alone." Janet doubled over, crossing her arms over her titties and backing
up until her ass touched the side wall. Harrington smiled, pleased at the girl's terror.
"That's good," he murmured, feeling his cock stirring up inside his jockstrap once
more. Fighting down the sexual sensation, the perverted coach bolted forward like
lightning, wrestling the screaming girl back down to the floor.
Janet fought desperately, certain her life depended on it. She scratched the coach's face
again. Harrington wasn't about to be defeated.
Raising his right hand once more, the big athlete shot his fist forward, crashing his
knuckles into the side of her face. Janet let out a shout of pain and terror, then fell
unconscious for several minutes.
When she awoke, the girl was first aware of a dull throbbing ache on the right side of
her face. The fist! He'd actually struck her the way a boxer strikes another fighter. What
kind of man would hit a young girl like that?
Then Janet realized her hands had been tied tightly behind her back. The wrists were
bound together with some kind of rough hemp that cut cruelly into her flesh. Her legs
were spread widely in front of her while her back was propped up against the side wall.
Blinking her eyes, Janet looked around the small equipment room. The lights burned
brightly over head, nearly blinding the young blonde. She, at first, thought Coach
Harrington wasn't around.
Then she heard a soft, breathing sound and turned her head. Instead of finding Coach
Harrington, Janet saw a large black Doberman standing in the doorway, his pointed
ears pricked forward while his black nostrils quivered with excitement.
"Oh!" Janet cried, shrinking back.
She felt the flesh crawl on her scalp. Then she recognized the big animal as King, the
school's mascot. He'd been purchased from a local kennel managed by Coach
Harrington's brother Lee. He'd been at several games, running and barking at the heels
of the jumping, running cheerleaders. The coach, supposedly, was teaching him new
tricks to amaze and please the crowd. As of yet, however, none of these "tricks" had
been shown to anyone.
"Surprised to see old King? He wanted to drop by and say hello in his own way."
Janet jerked her head around and saw Harrington come forward. The camera was held
loosely in one hand with the flash attachment assembled to one side. He was obviously
ready for shooting. But what?
"What's he doing here?" Janet asked nervously, beginning to have an idea of what was
going to happen.
"I've been teaching him a few tricks. I told you I've got other kinds of entertainment. I
sell pictures of girls doing various things to different companies in L.A. and New York.
And you, Janet, you're going to be one of those girls if you ever say anything about
what happened between you and me," Harrington said, his voice threatening although
his darkly handsome face was still smiling.
Janet looked at him, then the dog. In a flash, she knew what was going to happen and
she snapped her legs shut. At that move King's pointed ears flattened down and a deep
growl came from his throat.
"I wouldn't do anything to antagonize him. He's well trained. You're not the first girl 
at this school I've had here at the office and with King," Harrington freely admitted,
checking out the camera, then looking up at Janet's surprised face. "I'm not going to
mention names. But there've been at least four, one of them from your homeroom.
They know to keep quiet – just like you will."
Janet's eyebrows raised as she saw the dog crouch down and start creeping toward her
feet. She stared terrified at the big animal. His sleek black body trembled with
excitement while a steady low growl came from his powerful throat. He was a
thoroughbred Doberman, all right. His pointed head, powerful jaw, razor-sharp teeth
and stubby tail, all pointed to long lines of careful breeding. Janet could understand
why the school authorities were pleased with such an animal being the mascot of the
football team. But to have it used in such a perverted, foul way!
"Oh!" she cried again, watching the big Doberman creep closer and closer.
Suddenly the dog seemed much larger than ever. And then he made contact, brushing
his cold black nose against her right ankle. Janet let out a tiny cry of fear and revulsion,
jerking her leg back and away from the big animal.
"Like I said, I wouldn't do that," Harrington warned as King's fur bristled.
The dog barked loudly at the girl, his dark brown eyes rolling in his head. Janet
screamed, her body trembling with terror. She was confronting a brute force that knew
no reason. All she could do was submit or be destroyed.
"No, please don't, I don't..."
King was positioning himself between her knees. Twisting his head to the right, then to
the left, he started licking her gently. Janet trembled, feeling the hot/wet sensation
across her flesh. Strangely she began to respond favorably to that licking. She closed her
eyes tightly and started working her fingers slowly against the ropes binding her wrists
together. Oh God, could she actually be responding sexually to this licking animal?
Was she actually going to let King lick her off into climax? How could he let him do
this to her?
King reeled back, barking angrily, then he reared back with bared teeth and growled.
Janet shuddered, closing her eyes and waiting for the big dog to start tearing at her
flesh. But nothing happened. Janet opened her eyes and saw the dog trembling, saliva
drooling from his mouth while his terrible brown eyes studied her. She could see he
was waiting, waiting for her defenses to melt under his tongue and gaze until she was a
twisting, willing victim. No, that would never happen, never...
"Ohhhhh," Janet moaned.
King was back between her splayed knees, licking that flesh tenderly once more. It felt
like a soft wet brush. Janet closed her eyes once more and let her nerves jangle from the
big animal's oral ministrations. He was drenching her inner thighs with his spittle,
loving every second of it.
Unbelievably Janet found herself moving down toward him, pushing her hips forward
toward his snout. The animal whimpered. Janet let her knees sag farther apart, forcing
her cuntlips to unstick and peel back. She wondered if he could smell her stale juice
and Harrington's jizz.
"That's it, baby," Harrington said, aiming the camera lens at the writhing girl and
taking the first photo. Janet blinked, the bright flash temporarily blinding her. But King
kept on, not startled by the camera. He'd been carefully trained as well as exposed to
this routine several times before.
"Oh, oh," Janet groaned. It was a dream. It had to be. Nothing like this could happen
to someone like her. She wasn't some Mexican whore getting paid for fucking dogs and
ponies. And yet her dry throat, her spasming cunt, and that dog's hot wet tongue
lapping across her pussylips told her it was all too real.
Then King backed off, opening his mouth wide and pressing his white fangs gently into
the tendon bulging out from her white thigh. He was just telling her who was boss,
moving his mouth back and forth gently, tugging at the flesh and starting a new hot
sensation that made Janet shriek and buck with unspeakable pleasure.
Janet sucked in a ragged breath. King let the flesh go for a second, moved up, then bit
higher on her thigh. Her skin was flushed. Janet's heart pounded wildly. The dog
moved his shoulders between her knees. She felt them being pushed farther apart. Oh
God, it felt good for this to be happening to her. She felt her brain spinning around
and around. Her wrists moved back and forth, trying to break loose from the bonds.
But now the girl had no thoughts of escape. All she thought of was running her fingers
through the ticklish short hairs of the Doberman, pulling that handsome head harder
against her – maybe even moving his pointed furry snout in and out of her split cunny
like some kind of hairy dick. What would that feel like? Janet thought about it for a
moment, then almost broke out laughing.
Then the girl sobbed and fell to one side. Her swollen cuntlips glistened with juices and
the dog's thick spittle. King grunted with excitement and lunged. He growled deep in
his throat while Janet squirmed on the floor.
"Ohhhh!" Janet cried.
King went crazy. He gouged his claws against her thighs and stuck his long nose up
and down into the wet slick folds of her cunt. She could see her hot juice was wetting
the fur around his mouth. His black flared nostrils glistened with the thick bubbly oil.
His pink tongue rolled sloppily over her cunt, parting the hot crack, bathing her clitty
shaft again and again with doggie spit.
Janet moved her legs farther apart until she felt her thigh muscles cramping from the
strain. She felt herself building up steadily to an orgasm. Her cunny was clamping shut,
opening, then snapping shut again. She wished she could have something inside her,
something like Harrington's cunt-splitting cock. And yet there was something
deliciously exciting about being forcibly tongue-raped by this big black Doberman. Oh,
if only she could put her shaky fingers down to her cunny mound to see how soaked it
was. She was all wet down there. Janet could feel how her pussy hair was plastered
down against her hot, reddened bloated labes with the dog's spittle.
"No, no!" Janet cried suddenly, pulling her legs together and rolling with some
difficulty away from the insistent Doberman.
How could she actually be enjoying this? It was too horrible, too awful!
"Get away!" she screamed, rolling onto her knees and trying to crawl away. But the dog
wouldn't obey her. As Harrington snapped photo after photo, King moved behind the
crawling girl, licking her ass, nipping her shivering flesh with his teeth. Janet felt him
lunge once more, pushing part of his black muzzle into her cuntal slit.
"Oh, no, no!" Janet cried, knocked off-balance by the big dog.
She rolled onto her ass, her legs widely spread. Banging her head against the concrete
floor of the equipment room, Janet temporarily lay semi-conscious while the Doberman
did as he pleased.
"That's it, boy, that's it," Harrington encouraged, kneeling down to Janet's right and
pointing the camera lens at the girl's spit-slick cunt.
Gently the dog's long pink tongue slid around her tiny inner cuntlips, petting her ditty,
then moving down into her pussy. Janet felt the big dog's sharp toenails digging
painfully into her thighs as he positioned himself over her wiggling body and continued
licking her off. It was so wonderfully uninhibited and depraved.
The dog rested on his belly now between her spread legs. She could feel his hot wet
breath tickle her cuntal hair. He was licking, licking, spreading his wonderful hot spit
over her baking cunny meat.
"Jesus, oh my Jesus!" Janet cried.
The blonde cheerleader was moving her ass up, giving King more of her ass to eat.
Now he was whimpering with excitement. He bathed the bottom of her bouncing
asscheeks with his saliva, lapping back into the narrow crack of her asscheeks, then
back farther to her asshole. Janet felt so wet down there. The insides of her thighs, her
ass, her cunt, everything seemed to be frying in the big Doberman's spittle.
"Nooooo!" Janet cried.
She could see Harrington taking the last of his photos. Oh, this was too horrible. She'd
be branded for life with those photographs of her and the dog! She'd be at Coach
Harrington's call whenever he wanted her. There was no way of escape now – not if
she ever wanted to keep her head up in society.
And who cared right now? She felt her shoulders trembling. The pink tongue drove up
and down her cuntal crack. It made her feel so hot and good. Her clitty burned like a
lump of red-hot charcoal. Every tiny fold and hollow of her pussy was exposed now,
soaking with her juice and the Doberman's spittle. The blonde gasped and babbled to
the big animal as he licked her off. She brought her feet together at the sides of his
head, caressing him with her toes. The stiff tickle of his coat against her tender ankles
made her throw her head back. Drool leaked from her mouth. She moved her ass up,
let it fall back, then shot it back up again. Up and back, up and back; the girl was
fucking her mind out, twisting to the side so the dog's teeth brushed against her
cuntlips.
"Uhhh, uhhh, ohhhh!" Janet didn't care a damn about what Harrington was doing
now. She felt all hot and tight and throbbing. She twisted on the floor, hunching her
drooling hairy blonde snatch into King's snout. She was quivering on the verge of
climax. Her big ass muscles cramped. Slowly the dog concentrated more and more on
the girl's quivering clit.
"Hurry, HURRY!" Janet cried.
King yipped, then nuzzled again between her buttery cuntlips. She pitched on the floor,
bucking her ass against King's jaws while she scissored her legs tightly around his thick
neck and hunched.
She was cumming, cumming, cutting loose on a dog's tongue and hairy snout. She
bucked her body so wildly that she was afraid King might jump away. But he stayed,
licking and nuzzling her convulsing cunt until she cried out like a stuck pig.
When she opened her eyes again, King lay next to her. Harrington was studying the ten
photos he'd taken of the girl, smiling and nodding in approval.
"Yes, Jan, I don't think I'm going to have any trouble with you," he said, bending down
and spreading the pictures like a hand of cards in front of her heavy-lidded eyes.
Janet saw the poses and turned her head, sobbing with revulsion and despair. Yes, she'd
been trapped into something.


Chapter 7

"Why are you calling me here?" Janet asked in a nervous voice. She covered the receiver
with one hand and turned her back on the living room. Behind her, she could hear the
television droning and her mother casually chatting with one of the neighbors. It was
seven in the evening, one week after her encounter with Coach Harrington.
"You heard me, baby, you get on over to my house."
Janet couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was the coach, calling her at home,
telling her to come to his house! She felt her heart beating wildly as she turned around
to see if her mother was listening.
"I can't. My mother's at home. I just can't pick up and run. Oh please, leave me alone,"
Janet pleaded in a soft, tiny voice.
If only this nightmare would go away, she would be the happiest girl on earth. She'd
never let a boy even touch her until she were married. Please, please God, make this
man go away.
"Come on, honey. You tell her you've got to go to school for emergency practice, or
something. You little cunts are good at lying," Harrington said laughing lightly into the
receiver.
Janet could hear him breathing hard and imagined what he was doing with his hands
while listening to her beg.
"No, no!" Janet said finally, almost slamming the phone down hard in the cradle.
"You want me to fix it so the Yearbook's got a new picture?" Harrington said, laughing
lightly again and breathing heavily at the other end of the receiver.
"I don't care," Janet said weakly, feeling her stomach turn over.
"Come on, baby. Nothing's gonna hurt you. Nothing you haven't felt before, anyway. I
want to get into your pussy again, feel that hot cunt of yours against my cock. I wanna
milk those tittles, feel those god damned nipples..."
"Stop it, stop it," Janet said, turning around and looking fearfully at her mother. She
was certain they could hear Harrington in there. But the two women simply continued
chatting, occasionally glancing at some witless game show on television. Janet felt she'd
die from shame and terror. Yet all she could do was listen helplessly to Harrington as
he gave her orders.
"I won't if you don't come over. I swear I'll expose you so you'll have to work the
streets to survive, sweet tits. I mean it," Harrington said, his voice turning suddenly
savage.
Janet quivered at the change in tone, finally agreeing to meet Harrington in his home.
As he lived only three streets from the high school, Janet felt she could tell her
mother .what the coach suggested without arousing any suspicion.
"But, dear, it's so late," Mrs. Bleeker protested as Janet slipped on a sweater and started
out the door.
"It's only a short walk, Mom. I'll make sure I come home with one of the girls, I
promise. Bye," Janet said cheerfully, choking back the tears welling up in her eyes. They
burned with the strain of fear and revulsion as she walked quickly down the darkened
street toward the high school. Harrington had her where he wanted her. No matter how
much she protested he had those photos. Obviously he didn't particularly care what
happened if he exposed her. He mentioned some kind of business, and the thought that
the coach was involved in drugs, porno or both occurred to the cheerleader. Well, then
he would give up teaching and coaching easily. He probably did this as a front and an
ego trip. Although he'd miss it, he wouldn't be as destroyed as Janet would be if the
photos were made public.
These and similar thoughts ran around and around Janet's head as she walked quickly
down the street. She heard the happy sounds of children laughing wide their snug
homes, and she thought of the horror she was voluntarily walking toward. It was sick,
perverted. And yet something inside the young blonde teenager was actually rearing its
head gladly at Harrington's call. Janet was sweating, but it was the sweat of excited
anticipation as well as one of nervous terror. As much as she tried to drive that
sensation from her brain, it was always there, making her ditty sputter with every step
she took.
When she turned the corner on the street named by Harrington, she saw a big white
stucco Spanish style house with the front light on. It was terribly large and ornate,
complete with a desert garden in front. No, he couldn't be living like this on a coach's
salary. Janet squared her shoulders and marched forward, feeling her pulse beating in
her ears.
"I knew you'd be on time," Harrington said, smiling and stepping back as a silent
invitation for Janet to walk in.
The girl noticed most of the lights in the house were off. A dim table lamp burned on a
low Spanish style coffee table in the living room, barely illuminating the interior.
"I've got some friends over who want to meet you," Harrington said, putting down his
drink and helping the girl off with her sweater.
"Friends?" Janet cried, stepping back and feeling her flesh crawl. Oh G[]d, he'd lured
her in here for some kind of perverted gang bang. When they got through with her,
she'd be nothing better than an overused piece of meat.
"Come on, Jan, you knew you were gonna get fucked one way or the other when you
came over here. What's the difference if a couple of guys ream you out or watch and
beat off. You're used to kinky shit, anyway. Remember the old doggie trick?"
Harrington said, slurring his words and swaying drunkenly from side to side. Janet
twisted her head and looked at the shut door. No, she couldn't go back, even if she
were able to get around the coach and spring for the door. She'd have to do whatever
he asked.
"All right," the, young blonde teenager said in a soft voice, lowering her eyes and
staring at the plush blue carpeting.
"That's better. Come on, this way," Harrington said, pointing his drink toward the
doorway. Janet walked where the athlete told her, moving through a darkened dining
room and kitchen. When she reached the rear door, Harrington told her to turn to the
left. There Janet saw a wooden stairway leading to what she guessed was Harrington's
playroom – the basement.
"Hey, boys, look what I brought," Harrington said as he followed her down into the
basement.
Janet shivered, crossing her arms over her chest while ducking her head. Unlike the rest
of the house this lower level was brightly lit. Standing in a loose group around the foot
of the stairs were five or six men, three of whom Janet immediately recognized as
players on the high-school football team.
"Hey, Jan, I didn't know you were into this kind of shit," a tall redhead said from the
rear of the crowd.
"Jimmy Young!" Janet gasped, turning around and recognizing the other two players.
"I treat my boys well, as long as they do what I want – on the field, or... here,"
Harrington said, sweeping the room with one hand.
Janet took a closer look as Harrington came down the stairs. She could see they were in
a section that had been partitioned off from the rest of the area. It was a hall-like affair
of knotty pine walls, apparently leading to several rooms off to either side. Janet
thought she could hear the sounds of soft sobbing. But then the general comments of
the men about her thighs and titties drowned out any such sounds.
"Man, like to get my cock up that ass."
"Sure like to suck them tits. Shit, bet she's at least a thirty-eight!"
"How about tyin' somethin' like that to the ol' bedposts and beatin' the shit outta it."
Janet felt like a piece of good meat held up for sale. She cringed at the comments,
shivering in her shoes and wondering just what they were going to do to her.
"Go on, Jan, down the hall." Harrington said, taking her by the shoulders from behind
and shoving her roughly forward. Janet stumbled forward, twisting her head around,
peering over her right shoulder and seeing the men were following her.
When she turned to the right as Harrington told her to, the young blonde cheerleader
found herself facing her best girlfriend Linda Bemer. But Linda wasn't smiling or
greeting her friend with a cheerful look. The girl had been stripped naked and placed
onto one half of an old contraption in the center of an otherwise bare room. Her hands
were tied to the handles of what looked like a dual exercycle while her feet rested on
the pedals. Two large tin cans stood to one side of the room with tubes leading to the
seat support. Another seat facing Linda remained vacant for the time being.
"Linda!" Janet gasped, putting her hands over her mouth and gaping in horror at her
friend.
There were welts on the girl's buttock$ and chest, and Janet could only guess what kind
of humiliation Harrington and his boys had put her through.
"Of course you two know each other. It seems our friend Linda's isn't immune to Bob's
charms. When she heard about what the two of you did, she couldn't stop herself from
trying the same thing. Bob, of course, accepted the favors, but wasn't too bright in
fucking her in the gym equipment room. I found out about them sooner than I did
about you," Harrington said with a nasty edge in his voice.
Janet wondered why on earth he was picking on whoever fucked any member of his
team? What was he trying to prove? Did he hate women?
"Take off your clothes, Jan. Of course, you knew you were going to be doing something
that didn't require these, right?" He ran his fingers down the front of her white cotton
blouse.
Janet shivered and stepped back, reluctantly unbuttoning her blouse in front of all these
men. She felt dirty and shamed, slowly shrugging the material from her bare shoulder
and letting the garment flutter to the concrete floor. Reaching back, she unbuckled the
bra, feeling the straps immediately loosen around her shoulders. With another shrug
the young blonde slipped off her halter, hearing the breathing around her become
shallow and labored when her titties swung free.
"Man, look at those jugs!" she heard the red-headed Jimmy gasp out. Next came her
slip.
"Come on, Jan, no need to be coy. Out of the panti..."
Curling her fingers around the elastic legbands, the whimpering blonde tugged her
briefs down over her jutting hipbones, revealing for the staring small crowd of men the
broad blonde V of pussy hairs and her swelling cuntal mound.
"I'll bet you never thought you'd be seeing her twat, hey Jimmy?" Harrington said,
reaching over and rubbing the fullback's head playfully.
Janet blushed furiously, standing near her little pile of clothing.
"Well, you'll see her doing a lot of things you wouldn't have believed her capable of."
Janet did as she was told, walking over to the strange exercycle. Only when she was
some three feet from the device did the girl see something other than two bicycle seats
facing each other. There was a cucumber-shaped object sticking up from the front of
the seat, its sides perforated with hundreds of tiny holes. One of the two tubes leading
from the large cans to one side led to this device.
"You see," Harrington began, explaining the contraption to his friends as well as to Jan,
"the pedals here are connected to these two large cans of water. They act as a kind of
pump, the faster one pedals, of course, the more water is pushed from the cans to the
dildo here," he said, pointing to the bright silver protrusion.
Janet stared in fascination, then moved her eyes over to Linda's seat. She let out a tiny
gasp, seeing her friend's small cuntlips spread apart by another such dildo already
shoved into her twat.
"Ohhh," the brunette moaned, raising her head. She saw her friend Janet standing
nearby and let out a sob of recognition. "I'm sorry, so sorry," the girl said, then turned
her head away and cried silently.
"Go on Linda, turn the pedal."
Obediently the girl gave the pedals a half turn.
Janet and the crowd watched as a small amount of water spurted from the many holes
into the vacant dildo.
"Janet, get onto the cycle."
The blonde stared at the football coach, then realized there was little she could do.
Stifling the mounting horror raising in her chest, the girl did as she was told, climbing
onto the exercycle seat although keeping her cunny clear of that metal thing. If
Harrington wanted it inside her, he'd have to do it.
"You're forgetting something," the coach said, putting down his drink and walking over
to the young girl. Taking the dildo in his hand, he turned it toward Janet's spread pussy
lips. In a moment it was inserted, slicking into her warm pussy, chilling her sensitive
cuntal walls with its cold, metallic surface.
Janet stiffened, her flesh puckering up into goosepimples at the touch of that dildo.
Somehow it had triggered her snatch into action, making the glands secrete snatch oil
in a better attempt to receive this strange but oddly pleasing intruder. Janet hunched
forward, adjusting her ass to the bicycle seat and feeling her clitty pop up and rub
against the smooth surface of that artificial prong. The young girl shuddered, feeling a
tiny orgasm ripple through her pussy. Arching one eyebrow, the cheerleader managed
to keep her perverted reaction to this horrible raping fuck to herself.
"Now, Janet, you give your pedals a half turn," Harrington ordered, adjusting the seats
and stepping back, satisfied that all was ready.
The girl did as she was told, watching Linda as the brunette snapped to attention. Her
eyelids fluttered open while her knees snapped apart. A small trickle of water escaped
from between her small wet pussy crack. Her lower jaw slackened while her arms and
legs stiffened from surprise.
"The theory's that these girls, best of friends, will pump themselves up into an orgasm
that not even the best of us could give them. It's a strong indication of the Lesbian
tendencies latent in most women, but willing to come out when given a chance."
Lesbianism! Janet never heard of such rubbish! She made a silent vow she wouldn't
pedal hard; just enough to keep Harrington off her back. No, she wasn't about to
become a sideshow freak.
"All right, begin," Harrington ordered, folding his arms and watching the scene.
Janet bit her lower lip and looked at her friend. Linda gave her a weak smile and
shrugged her shoulders as if to say: what else can I do? Janet saw Linda's legs muscles
bulge out as the girl started turning her pedals. Instantly the young blonde cheerleader
felt a spurt of something shoot up her cunny, tickling the smooth inner folds of her
snatch, then trickling out down her thighs. Her back stiffened. That sensation made
Janet start pedaling. She saw Linda's face light up with a strange kind of delight as
more and more water started gushing from the girl's stretched pussy.
"They are best of friends. Let's see .what will happen as the water gets warmer,"
Harrington said.
He backed away, reaching the two tanks and turning a lever. Janet's eyes registered
surprise as she felt the water temperature become warmer and warmer. The hotter it
got, the more excited she became. Now she leaned back on the seat, her fingers
clutching the handlebars hard while her legs began to whip the pedals around and
around. She gasped and swayed, peering through her drooping eyelids at her friend
Linda. The girl was also excited. Janet could see the brunette's pussylips grinning widely
at her through the spray of cascading water. They were red and swollen like hers,
indicating the degree of excitement both women had worked one another into.
Janet pedaled even faster, her legs whipping around in tight circles while more water
shot into her tight little fuckhole. Oh God, it felt so good to have something shoved up
in her pussy, spurting out something hot and wonderfully ticklish. Droplets of water
stung her unsheathed clitty, exciting the tiny sex organ into a series of orgasmic spasms
that wouldn't stop no matter how hard Janet tried to keep herself under control.
She cried out, throwing back her head and yowling like a cat in heat. Her neck muscles
stood out. Her twatlips were fluttering now from the force of the shooting water. She
was being washed out by her friend. Her pussy membranes, stretched by the width of
that metal dildo, were being pushed out even farther by the force of the shooting water.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Janet cried.
Harrington was still turning the lever, making the water hotter and hotter. Janet could
feel it almost become boiling hot, scalding the inner folds of her pussy. She could smell
the strange mixture of steam and her juices rise to her nose and inflame her perverted
passions even more.
"Janet, no, no, stop! Oh God, please stop!" Linda wailed.
The young blonde opened her eyes and saw her friend hunched over the handlebars,
her feet pedaling wildly. But there was an awful painful expression etched on her face.
"You're cooking my pussy! Oh God, I'm boiling alive!"
But the words incited Janet even more. She closed her eyes and felt shocks of perverted
lust and power ripple through her. She heard Linda's shrieks in front of her and felt
herself smiling. She danced her ass up and down on the bicycle, reaming out her pussy
with that shooting metal dildo. Now it didn't seem rough or big enough for her juicing
twat. The hotter the water became, the more the girl wanted something stuffed inside
her. Her legs were whipping around in tight fast circles while the young brunette in
front of her finally sagged forward.
"Ohhhh," Janet groaned, feeling the water stop shooting into her cunny. She slowed
down, coming down from the awful high she'd been propelled to. Opening her eyes,
she saw her best friend Linda being carried from the exercycle out of the room.
"She'll be all right. She always faints when things get too rough for her. Don't worry,
she'll be in school tomorrow, just like you."
Janet could never believe things would be the same in school. Their school was a
whorehouse, a brothel where Coach Harrington did what he chose to do. And now?
Janet shuddered when she saw Harrington turn, pull a camera from a shelf and check
for film. Remembering what had happened the last time he took pictures, the young
cheerleader shuddered.


Chapter 8

Janet had been taken off the exercycle, her pussy aflame with lust even though she
deplored what had happened to both her and Linda. What would they do with the girl?
Had her pussy been burned by the scalding water? Janet could hardly believe that. Her
cunny had actually responded lustfully to the water-spurting dildo, cumming
continually.
Now they were in another room.
Harrington was poised several feet in front of her with the camera while a tall dark
haired lineman from the school team named Randy Redmaer stood above her. A long
porcelain bathtub stood at one end of the room. Janet knelt at the feet of this young
man. She saw the bulge from behind his zipped Levi's. Unlike the others, he had
removed his shirt, revealing a broad chest which, although not as hairy and muscular as
Coach Harrington's or Bob's, still indicated the young man worked out and was very
proud of his body.
"You need a fucking. Jan?" Harrington called out from behind.
The blonde refused to answer. But it was true she did. The water, the excitement, the
terror, all had made the young girl incredibly horny. But she couldn't admit to
something like that. She wasn't some kind of slut who spread her legs out every time
she felt she needed a fuck.
Looking up at Randy and his tapered, hard-muscled body, Janet felt desire rise in her.
Her insides were an inferno burning out of control. She had to have him. She had to
feel that man on her belly, pistoning his cock in and out of her pussy, making her
hunch back with a wild animal passion of her own. Janet didn't care if the whole world
were watching. She needed that prick if she were to keep her sanity.
Her thighs tightened when the young man reached down and pushed the snap open.
She could feel pussy oil bubbling out of her bloated labes, slicking down the tender
flesh of her inner thighs.
Quietly the young man unzipped his pants, kicked them off into a corner, then stood
once more above her. He was a handsome animal, she thought. He was hard like a
rock, his body a classic statue to be carved into a perfect piece of sculpture by an artist.
His cock was stiff, smooth-sheathed, purple-domed. And still it was growing, extending,
pointing down at her. The foreskin was peeled all the way back and the dome was
growing darker with each passing second. The heavy balls and gooseflesh covering the
sack excited the hell out of Janet. If only he would pick her up, throw her down onto
the floor, fuck the hell out of her pussy, something to take care of that crazy ache in her
cunny!
"Into the tub," Harrington ordered with a smile. Janet looked at him in disbelief,
wondering why in the world she should climb in. But menacing moves on the coach's
and Randy's part convinced the young blonde to obey.
Picking herself up from the cold floor, Janet walked quickly to the tub and climbed in.
The cold porcelain chilled her flesh much the same way the chilly metal dildo had.
Randy followed, walking to the tub while his eyes glittered strangely. Janet had heard
strange things about this young athlete from some of the other girls – stories about
how he enjoyed hurting them while trying to have sex with them. All those stories
came back in their full horror as she watched that big, swinging cock come closer
toward her.
He climbed into the tub, standing over her, straddling the girl's thighs. He kept a 
hardon, but now was holding his club-like prong with both hands and pointing it down
toward her tittles. The girl wasn't sure what he was planning to do. But fucking, Janet
was certain, wasn't part of his plan.
There was a flash of light. Harrington was taking pictures again. Janet was about to cry
out when she felt a hot yellowish stream cascade over her belly. Oh God, Randy was
pissing on her.
"OHHHH!" the girl cried, kicking out her legs over the sides of the tub.
The piss-spilled over her belly, filling her navel, then trickling over on her cuntal
mound. It splashed onto her tittles, slicked down her pussy hair, then wet her hips.
Janet shivered in voluntarily, closing her eyes and sucking in a ragged breath. Oh God,
could she keep from throwing up? The stench was awful. And that warm, oily sensation
of piss gathering under her buttocks made her twitch helplessly. Her hips wiggled back
and forth as she tried to shake the hot droplets free.
"Don't move," Randy said, directing the stream up and down the girl's twisting body.
Janet shut her eyes and bit her lips to keep from shouting with frustration and disgust.
The thin hot spray stung her nipples now, slicking down the valley between the jiggling
mounds. The blonde felt the urine now on her chin. She raised one hand, covering her
face to prevent Randy from spraying piss into her mouth.
"OHHHHHHH!" Janet cried, twisting around as the spray trickled off to a few
droplets, shaken from Randy's fat cockhead.
The big football player laughed, jacking his cock back and forth while pumping his hips
back and forth in the air. His glazed eyes riveted themselves on the girl's piss-fouled
body. When Janet uncovered her eyes and peered up, she was greeted by a rain of
cum...
"Ahh, ahhhh," Randy cried, his knees almost buckling while his legs spread apart and
trembled. More jets of spunk shot out of the purple, pulsating cockhead, spattering
onto her face, her titties, her belly, her pussy mound.
Janet wailed, twisting her body to the right, then to the left as Randy covered her flesh
with his cum.
"You're a little mess," Harrington said as the football player climbed shakily out of the
tub and left Janet alone.
"Horrible, beastly," the girl muttered, trying to clean herself. Coach Harrington talked
among his group, then looked meaningfully at the young blonde who peered over the
edge of the tub. He ordered her from the tub, then marched her from that second room
into a third. Janet pushed the soiled hair from her eyes, wishing she could take a bath.
In an instant her wish was granted. A blast of hot water smashed into the girl's ribcage.
She opened her mouth in surprise, then found it filled with water. Staggering back, the
girl stretched out her hands protectively in front of her while the water continually
played hard over her twisting body. .
Randy and another of his teammates had unlimbered a heavy fabric hose that had been
coiled in the comer of this tiled bathroom-like room. The others stood in a tight circle
behind the two men, holding the hose near the nozzle while Harrington, as usual,
snapped photos of the helpless, drenched, naked Janet twisting under the water attack.
The blonde's hair was quickly plastered to her skull. She struggled to remain standing
from the initial blow. She skated and slid on the wet floor.
The hot jet of water splashed about in the small room, at times sprinkling the men who
were just there to watch. Janet glared at them, wishing she could claw their eyes out.
Suddenly the stream of water splashed down to her ankles, knocking her to one side.
With a sharp cry Janet fell heavily to the floor.
The young girl tried struggling to her feet again. But Randy directed the stream at her
crotch. The water hit like a spike on her sensitive flesh, opening her cuntlips and setting
a flash of fire up from her ravaged ditty. It was just like when she and Linda were
peddling. But, oh God, the force of that water was killing her now! It was so painful,
and yet so good! Janet doubled up, her mouth opening wide as a ripple of spasmic
pleasure overtook her.
The girl rolled now onto her belly, trying to get her pussy away from the stream. Her
long blonde hair tangled wetly around her neck, catching under her shoulders. She
clawed helplessly at the wet floor, sweating under the hot stream of water, screaming
now to be set free.
Randy and his friend laughed, then shot the water straight up between her thighs. Janet
found herself hunching back at it involuntarily, sending the audience up into gales of
laughter. The blast of water against her ass and sore pussyhole felt like a big tongue
driving into both openings at once.
Looking at the crowd, she could barely see them through the rising clouds of steam in
front of her. Harrington's camera was still pointed at her twisting, wet body, although it
was doubtful he was getting much through the cloudy, steamy atmosphere that had
now covered the room.
Randy was licking his lower lip excitedly now as he trained the hose against Janet's tits.
Janet raised her hands and covered her face. The shame of feeling herself crawl around
naked in front of these men nearly overwhelmed the girl. If she didn't think they would
eventually tire of her sporting across the floor she would have screamed and come at
them with bared fingernails. But that would be futile. They would beat her senseless,
then take their pleasure anyway. Better to endure, then think of a way to escape the
trap she found herself in.
The girl lay on her back, weeping as the hose played from her tits to her cunt. The
heavy rush of water on her clitty and cunthole made Janet's hips rise and fall as if she
were being fucked by a big, thick cock. She cried out in a mixture of pain, shame and
lust. Her knees sagged apart. Oh, if only she could stop the rising cuntal heat tearing at
her pussy. But still her hips rolled from side to side.
"OHHHHH!" the girl cried, twisting her hips. She was actually looking for the stream.
She wanted that water smashing into her hole. What was promised by that exercycle
was now carried out to the fullest. The tight, achy feeling in her crotch grew more
intense, sharpening to a cutting sensation as the water beat at her clit. Her skin
squeaked on the wet floor. Janet wanted to feel that pulsing sensation of cumming
again as water filled her.
A quick move on Randy's part swept the water across her tittles, then back to her cunt.
The young man and his buddy sent the water crashing back in again, taking careful aim
with the hose. Once more the water blasted her belly and tits. Janet felt the water
toying with her nipples longer this time. Oh God, how her boobs throbbed wildly
under that hot wet flow.
Then they moved back to her cunt again, this time the blast directing itself fully onto
the flesh around her clit. It felt like a big mouth sucking and licking the entire top of
her cuntmound. Janet groaned, tensing herself as she tried to rush her orgasm.
"Oh, oh, oh," Janet cried with frustration.
Randy played with the hose, hitting her outspread thighs with the main force of the
stream, letting only the reflected drops hit her pussy. The water bounced from the floor
to bathe the, undersides of her spread thighs. Janet raised her ass, putting her hands on
her buttocks. She spread herself for the invading stream, feeling the thrill of the blast
against her asshole now.
Suddenly a blast of cold water hit her pussy dead center. The girl let out a sharp cry,
then opened her eyes to see what had happened. Harrington had another series of
levers just as in the other room. By turning this set clockwise, the man changed the
stream from hot to cold in a flash.
"AHHH!" the blonde cried, feeling her cunt clench shut like a fist. She could almost
hear the' slapping together of her pussy walls.
The icy stream tore her apart. When it blasted across her tittles. Janet thought the
freezing water would blow the air from her lungs. She fought with all her strength to
grab short breaths of air. Her chest spasmed, battling against the chill of that water. She
heard the men laughing. She saw the rising cloud of steam disappear quickly as the
temperature in the room dropped. Oh, if only they would stop.
Janet felt herself going out of control. She wanted to scream. The water was making her
writhe on the floor, the coldness preventing her from cumming! If only she could have
an orgasm, cum with the force she felt building deep inside her. Then it would be
bearable. Then, just as suddenly as it came, the water stopped. Janet's arms collapsed
and she slid down into a small gutter at one edge of the floor. The white-painted wall in
front of her darkened as she felt herself sinking into a state of semi-consciousness. Let
them do what they wanted with her body. The girl felt she'd go into a coma of fatigue.
It would be wonderful to finally find peace, especially considering what the other awful
alternative would be.
But Harrington wouldn't let her be.
"Come on, Jan, we just did that to clean you off. Couldn't have you prancing around
here with all that piss and cum on your damned skin," the coach said.
Janet's head lolled. She caught glimpses of overhead light globes. Someone was carrying
her somewhere now, out of that room. How many small rooms did Harrington have in
his basement? It was a regular labyrinth. The home was big, and she guessed the
basement was just as large. This was, she guessed, the headquarters of some kind of
club – a club of perverts, degenerates, men who enjoyed torturing women in the most
foul of ways. And God only knows Harrington had enough girls to choose from in the
high school.
One of the men carrying her shifted his grip and opened another door. Janet opened
her eyes and discovered herself looking face to face with King.
"Oh, nooo!" the girl moaned, twisting helplessly in their grip. All she could feel were
hands holding tightly onto her while the dog snarled and snapped.
He'd been kept tied up for days, fed but given no human company. Now he saw the
girl, naked, twisting, and apparently excited. In spite of her exhausted and horrified
state, Janet could still feel the erotic pulsing in her pussy. They'd cruelly worked her up
to a sexual high then left her there, purposely teasing her with the pissing, the jerking
off, the hot and cold streams of water without allowing her to bring herself off sexually.
Now they tossed her into the pen with a dog, a dog Janet knew would lick her off
beautifully.
And yet the girl shrank in horror from the animal. It was still an animal, a Doberman,
not a man ready to satisfy her needs. The girl clawed at Harrington's face.
"Put her down," he ordered.
They did as they were told while the coach untied the big black animal. The men stood
to one side while Janet sat cross-legged. The room she was in had no furniture at all.
The cold gray concrete floor matched the cement bricks lining the walls.
"Oh God," Janet cried, watching the big animal prowl around her. She saw his familiar
dark head lower itself while the pointed ears flattened back. There was a deep growl'
from his powerful throat, and Janet could see the sides of King heaving in and out from
passion. Between his muscular hindquarters his cock started unsheathing itself. It was
dark red and pointed, covered with strange looking knobs and bumps.
"You didn't take care of ol' King the last time around. Maybe this time we'll see how
good a fuck you are with him," Harrington said, turning his camera over to see if he
had enough film in it.
The words terrified Janet. Getting licked off by the animal was one thing. But to
actually get fucked by him was quite another. She looked up helplessly at the men,
hoping to find one friendly, or at least compassionate, face in the crowd. But all the
men were watching the girl and dog intently, their hands fondling their crotches while
their glazed' eyes told Janet no help would be coming from that quarter.
Then the animal lunged forward, moving to one side and licking her face. His jaws
oozed spittle. The big pink tongue caressed her chin and mouth. Janet cried out,
slapping the big animal hard across the head and scooting backward on her wet, naked
ass.
Harrington laughed. "He likes you, Jan. Of course, you showed him a good time" he
said, pointing the camera and letting it flash.
Janet cried, burying her face in her hands as the big Doberman stood trembling in rage
in front of her.


Chapter 9

With a growl low in his throat the big Doberman moved forward cautiously, his stubby
tail wagging slowly. The girl felt her back stiffen when he shoved his snout under her
pussy mound and whined with frustration. The girl snapped her legs together and
rolled onto her right side. No, no, she couldn't let that animal do that to her again!
King barked and snapped his jaws.
Janet screamed, terrified, rolling onto her back and clawing at the floor under her. She
had no choice but to open her legs.
Triumphantly King lowered his head and darted between her legs.
"Oh no, not again!" Janet cried.
She was starting to breathe hard and her nipples had become hard and thick once
more. Whether or not it was right or wrong, the young blonde felt herself becoming
quickly aroused by the growling animal.
"Look at 'er," Randy commented as the young blonde rolled on the floor..
"She can't get enough fuckin'. Most broads like her are like that. The reluctant virgins,
I call them," Harrington said, focusing his lens and snapping another picture. "They
scream bloody murder when you try touching them at first. Then you can't tear them
off you when they fire up their pussy."
Janet could barely hear what they were saying. She could hardly move except to toss
from side to side. King was on her, drool dripping from his tongue onto her belly. His
tongue was so hot on her. The girl cried out once in horror, then slipped into a fog of
perverted eroticism. She moved her shoulders back and forth on the floor, feeling his
coat of short hairs prickling her naked flesh. She hooked a leg up and reached forward,
petting his back. There was no getting around it now.
Janet confessed to herself what all the men around her knew. She loved getting fucked
by animals, just as much as she hated it. It felt good to have that raw power of nature
driving into her pussy. It felt so warm and moist and wonderful having that animal's
hot tongue slathering down her tumid pussy meat with spittle. There was no pain, no
horror as with the men she'd been with. All she felt was a gentle licking. Friction,
wonderful, wet friction, friction that made her cunny tighten up like a fist.
"Oh, oh, oh," Janet moaned, rolling her asscheeks from side to side.
With another shout Janet rolled onto her belly and let out a choked laugh. The big
animal pulled out, then pushed forward, trying to find a vulnerable spot. He moved
forward, nosing around her ears until the girl was completely wet.
King stood over her, his powerful legs braced on either side of her small back. He
licked down her spine, slathering down the bumps and hollows with his hot spit. Janet
let out a shivery moan, feeling hot/cold chills ripple through her body. Slowly she
widened the spread between her knees, then lifted her ass. Oh God, was she actually
wagging it back and forth, wagging it like a dog for the animal on top of her?
The big Doberman grunted and started wetting down each cheek with his tongue. He
trailed it between her asscrack until his hot spittle dribbled down over the thick cuntal
curls. It was something that excited the hell out of Janet. She rose on her knees to give
King more room. She was panting heavily now, biting down on her lower lip and
drawing blood. The weight of her pendulous titties excited her more. Everything around
her was exciting her. The girl moved slowly back and forth, holding her breath
whenever the dog touched a particularly sensitive spot on her body. She spread her
thighs until her inner cuntlips peeled stickily back. King pushed at her hungrily, raking
his tongue under her cuntal mound.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Janet cried.
Her pussy muscles were cramping, knotting up with tension. All the teasing before fired
up her cunny more quickly. The men standing around her had already pulled out their
cocks and jerked off, each one trapped in his own little erotic world.
"She's gonna fuck him today," Harrington muttered between clenched teeth.
He had a hard time keeping the camera still. The scene was affecting him, making his
thick long cock squiggle and stiffen in his jockeys. He wished he could have fucked the
girl in the mouth, the ass or cunny when she was rolling and twisting in the spray of
water. He'd always fantasized about screwing in a bathroom. But he had his
"customers" there, paying men who made his life easier than it would have been just
living on a teacher's salary. So he sighed, giving his crotch a squeeze to calm down the
tension. He aimed his camera once more at the moaning blonde teenager and the dog
struggling to stay on top of her.
"OHHHHHH... oh my God, no, no!" Janet cried.
She rolled onto her back again, her legs spread apart for his pointed snout. King
pushed into the throat of her dripping cunt with his black nose, snuffing and panting
into the steamy, soaked flesh. Janet let out a strangled sob and kicked her right leg into
the air. The tense thrills were building threatening to spill over into a mind-blowing
orgasm.
The big Doberman was growling, a soft, smothered snarl of lust she'd heard once
before. When she looked down under the animal's muscular belly once more, she saw
the dark red spear of his cock. It had slipped several inches out of the dark gray furry
sheath. It glistened now with its natural lubrication. Janet shuddered, her eyes riveted to
the strange pointed, knobby thing. What would it be like having that ugly yet strangely
fascinating object slicing between her bloated outer labes? Janet had heard stories of
women who kept big dogs just for that purpose. But were they just stories, or did
women actually get off on animals instead of men?
Janet thought of women fucking dogs, lots of dogs and she babbled with excitement.
Reaching forward, she locked her fingers behind the animal's head and pushed it down
so he lapped her cunt slit. She managed to sit up now, watching the dog lick her, pussy.
His tongue was disappearing into her snatch, flooding it with his spittle. He was
twisting his powerful head around, actually pushing that pointed nose into her cunt like
a large, hairy dick.
"Oh," Janet cried, her legs snapping apart.
It was so hot, so wet, so tight down there. The girl watched as King's stubby fur on his
snout became wetter and wetter with his spittle and her flowing coot juice. Oh, how
good it felt. And how her cuntal hair clung together in wet little curls along the edge of
her outer labes. She could see the tendons in her inner thighs bulging out whenever
King licked up through the wet cuntal cleft and hit her cherry.
King Saw this, twisting his head to one side and biting down on the ridged muscle.
Janet felt lust rip through her belly. She fell back on the floor, twisting her torso right
and left while gasping for breath. It was as if someone had thrown her onto a hightension 
wire. Her belly ballooned out while her snatch sent out another gush of fuck oil.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," the girl cried, clawing away at the slick, cold floor.
She felt the friction build in seconds toward a wild climax. Oh, it was so good, so tight,
so wonderfully hard and painfully delicious. And she couldn't stop moving. It was just
like when Bob, Harrington or the water were driving into her pussy. She could hear the
slick clicking sounds of the Doberman's tongue sloshing across her warm, moist pussy
meat. It made her hotter and hotter hearing what was happening to her. "Yessssss," the
girl hissed between her teeth.
She whipped her legs against the floor, hugging King's body finally with the insides of
her knees as he brought her higher and higher toward a throbbing, hurting climax. The
girl cried out, her eyelids fluttering open. Her jaw slackened while saliva dribbled from
one corner. It was agonizing, slow, and yet oh, so wonderful. The frustration that she'd
felt earlier disappeared in the flash of her cumming cunny.
King was making odd animal sounds against the hot wet swampy mess of her cunt. It
was a kind of growling, a wild roar that sent shivers of delight through the cumming
cheerleader. As her orgasm reached its peak, King opened his jaws, baring his razorsharp 
teeth. He bit down gently, holding her pussy mound while his tongue licked in
and out of her climaxing pussy.
"Look at her go. Shit, she's a regular fucking machine," Randy said.
Janet slowly came down from her sexual high. The orgasm had been slow, achingly,
agonizingly slow. Now the girl lay in a limp pile, her pussy slackening, her nipples
softening as the big dog stood by her side and looked inquiringly up at his master.
"You aren't through, baby," Harrington said, clicking the camera.
"Please, let me go. I've done enough. Oh God, please don't do anything more to me,"
Janet pleaded.
She was exhausted. Her pussy was sore from all the tension and fucking. There could
be little else they could do to degrade her and excite themselves.
"King," Harrington ordered sharply.
Suddenly the docile dog stiffened, his short hair bristling around his neck and back.
Janet cried out, her body reacting quickly to the threat. The girl jerked up while she
covered her face. She was certain he was going to rip out her throat. This would be one
of those 'snuff' movies she'd heard about – movies of young girls actually being
slaughtered before the cameras.
"Nothing's gonna happen to you if you get up on your hands and knees," Harrington
said, snapping his fingers and thus holding back the dog from attacking. King
whimpered, shaking with tension and confusion.
Janet let out a strangled whimper, looking wide-eyed at the still snarling dog as she
reluctantly did what was ordered.
"Oh God, help me," the girl muttered, crawling onto her hands and knees once more.
She felt her big tits touch the floor as they swayed forward. Her fingers curled while her
toes fanned out. Janet could feel the big Doberman sniffing behind her, picking up the
scent once more of her pussy. But this time the girl knew he was interested in
something else besides licking off her juicy cunt.
King lowered his head and growled, his hips peeling back while his sides heaved in and
out.
Janet could feel his hot, wet breath blowing against the wet hairs bushing around her
pussy. Her cuntal muscles spasmed. She felt her heart pounding wildly.
Then it happened. The animal leaped up, crawling onto Janet's back, mounting her the
way he would have mounted a bitch dog in heat.
"AHHHH!" Janet cried, nearly falling to the ground.
Her body was pitched several inches forward. The girl could feel King's head nestling
between her shoulderblades while his hindlegs scampered back and forth, pressing
against her inner thighs.
The girl hovered between screaming in horror and revulsion and moaning in ecstasy.
To be getting fucked by a dog was something no one would even talk about! It was
something too horrible and sick to even joke about either in her family or among her
friends. But there she was, crouched on the floor of this pervert's basement, her ass
high in the air with a Doberman on top of her.
Janet could feel the rubbery red cock sliding across her ass, searching for her cunthole.
The blonde cheerleader clawed helplessly at the concrete floor, feeling her nails break
from scraping across the hard surface. A strange, hot/wet feeling erupted suddenly. She
could feel her belly contracting while her back muscles stiffened. Her face and lower
belly were flushed while her eyes started out of her head. And behind her was King
grasping, raking her sides with his sharp toenails struggling to stay on top of her while
whimpering, growling and looking for her pussyhole.
Harrington was having a field day. Almost forgetting about his panting guests the high
school coach was clicking his camera continuously, moving around the two of them and
focusing his camera as if he were photographing a fashion model.
"That's it. Great, great, keep it up," he said, moving around in a crouched position,
aiming at Janet's pinched face, then her wiggling ass, always trying to keep the big
dog's knobby boner in view.
Janet felt her strength leaving her quickly. She'd been through too much. Her hair,
almost dry now, curtained her face. She peered through the strands and could see the
men jerking off, their cocks pointed at her flushed face, ready to go off the moment.
King entered her pussy with his cock.
The girl sighed, let out a low moan, then nearly collapsed on the floor. Let Harrington
beat her for not obeying. She didn't care. This dog fucking was the final straw. He'd
won. She'd never fight him. But she'd never willingly submit to anything so degrading,
so horrible as this animal fuck.
Then suddenly Janet's mind exploded. She felt her muscles twitch then stiffen. Her
head snapped back while her back arched like a cat's. From somewhere around her the
girl heard another woman screaming. There was a stuffed feeling in her pussy. King
had finally managed to slice into her cunt, piledriving his cock into her snatch.
"AIYEEEEE!" Janet cried, swaying back and forth.
She closed her eyelids tightly and clawed the concrete. Her mouth opened slightly,
emitting strange half-strangled cries of hopeless despair. Her hair whipped across her
face) a mass of blonde strands. And King was fucking her crazily now, pumping his
narrow hips up and down, driving his knobby prong in and out of Janet's upturned
snatch. The girl could feel the Doberman tightening his grip around her. His forelegs
tightened around her ribcage, the toenails digging painfully into her sides. His head
moved jerkily, hitting the girl's shoulderblades.
Janet could feel him drooling, his spittle collecting in a small pool on her back. His
belly seemed to be getting hotter and hotter while his fucking was slowly increasing to a
maddening speed.
"UH, UH, UH!" Janet cried with each downward thrust.
She could feel the big red knob just in front of King's cockroot hammering against her
flattened outer labes. He was trying to work that thing inside her. Oh God, it would
tear her apart if he did!
King entered his final round of fucking. His head was pressed hard against the blonde
cheerleader's body. A low, deep growl came from his big throat. His black short hair
seemed to glisten with excitement. The room was filled with his growling, Janet's
moaning, the soft, wet sounds of the dog's cock sliding in and out of the girl's pussy.
Janet backed into the dog, surprised she wasn't more horrified than she was. Actually,
the bumps on King's rubbery boner excited her pussy. They bumped over the slick
folds and hollows of her cuntal throat, making her snatch muscles spasm and flutter
with pleasure. She slowly began to move her ass in small circles, stirring that
hammering cock inside her like a spoon. Her tittles swayed back and forth, jiggled that
way by the animal's wild fucking.
"Oh, ohhhhhh!" Janet cried.
She closed her eyes, feeling those delicious bumps start to tickle her unsheathing clitty.
What was happening to her? She was actually getting turned onto this animal. Oh,
she'd become worse than the dirtiest whore in the city. At least they wouldn't go with
an animal willingly. At least they'd demand money, lots of it, before they did this – if
they did. But she, a sweet little blonde cheerleader, was actually begging this dog to
fuck her harder. She couldn't get enough of that cock inside her. Janet was even
wondering if there were some way she could get him to work that fat knob into her
snatch. That would be one of the best feelings she would have ever had!
"He's gonna cut loose, gonna shoot it out," Harrington said in a thickened whisper.
Janet heard him and her mind exploded. She screamed, the cords in her neck standing
out. A blue vein in her forehead stood out and pulsed. Her body swayed as if it would
collapse and roll over onto the floor. Her legs trembled while her big ass muscles
cramped up. There was a fire building inside the girl, a fire ready to set her pussy up in
an explosion of unnatural lust. It had been what she'd been building up to all night.
Cumming with a dog!
Visions of hell drifted across the moaning girl's mind. Janet's jaw slackened. Her body
ached. Her pussy drooled. She could feel her labes fluttering with pre-orgasmic spasms.
The slickened walls of her cunny started clutching at the knobby cock sliding in and
out. The furry little balls slapped against her snatch. The Doberman's stubby-haired
groin irritated the sensitive flesh surrounding her bloated cuntlips, turning it red. And
still Janet demanded more.
"OHHHHH, more, m-m-more," the girl stammered, teetering on the brink of orgasm.
And then the big Doberman stopped his fucking, holding tightly onto her while his
knobby cock started spraying his doggie jizz into her twat. Janet bucked like a mare in
rut. She screamed, clawing at the floor, shrieking for more as her pussy clamped down
hard on the offending dick. With another shout the girl felt the world fall away from
her. She was passing out from exhaustion and the force of her animal-inspired orgasm.
Peace. Wonderful, wonderful peace. A woman was screaming. And then a comforting
blackness settled over the raped teenager's mind.


Chapter 10

"Please, please, you've got to get those pictures for me," Janet pleaded with Bob.
The big quarterback was sitting spread-legged on the living-room couch, the same
couch he'd seduced the begging teenager on several nights ago.
"How do I know what's right? I don't know if you're telling the truth," Bob said, his
forehead wrinkled up in disbelief.
Janet had called the quarterback up in desperation. It was three days now since her
horrible experience with the coach and his friends. It had taken her that long to recover
from the brutal attack. Somehow she'd managed to convince her mother and the school
authorities she was too ill to come out of her bedroom. And also she'd managed to keep
a doctor away. He would know what had happened after a brief examination. Oh, how
could she face any decent people again with the knowledge of what she'd done willingly
in front of all those men? And the way she woke up-covered with cum!
Janet could only hope Bob wasn't in on this little social club and would be concerned
and honest enough to help her get those photos. At least with those in her possession,
the young blonde cheerleader could try rebuilding her life.
"Please, please Bob. I wouldn't lie about a man like that. I swear, I thought Coach
Harrington was a wonderful man. I mean, he led you guys to a lot of wins and all that.
But he's really a sick man. He made me do... all those things." Janet lowered her head.
She told him about everything except the dog. No, she couldn't go that far. She just
told him the coach and his friends made her strip down then service them all against
her will. Certainly that was enough for him.
"Hey, okay, okay," Bob said, soothing the girl and stroking her cheek. Janet sat at the
other end of the couch, her legs pressed tightly together while her hands were folded
modestly in her lap. How good it was to find someone who would help her out! She
warmed quickly to this big, masculine football player who had initiated her into sex
only a few days ago.
"Bob, maybe we shouldn't," Janet started to say as the big athlete slid slowly across the
sagging cushions toward her.
"If I'm going to risk my life for you," he said exaggeratedly, "then I've got to have some
reward. After all..." the big football player didn't finish his sentence.
Janet looked nervously at the clock in the living room. It was nearly eight. Her mother
wouldn't be home until after ten. Yes, there was still time. But how could she be
thinking about sex, especially after what had happened to her? She should be living for
weeks without men, thinking about her reactions to those horrible fuckings and trying
to get her head on straight before getting familiar with anyone again.
But Bob was so warm, so comforting. And he was going to help her. He was actually
kind and brave and about to help her out of her trap!
"P-please, don't hurt me," she pleaded as she felt a hand circle her small neck. He
massaged the muscles there, rubbing the lobes of her ears. In an instant Bob was
kissing her passionately, pushing his tongue into her mouth.
Instinctively Janet moved her hand across her legs to Bob's groin, feeling the hot bulge
of his cock trapped in his jeans. It was twitching, throbbing more excitedly when her
small fingers lightly touched it. He was so tall and so big. The girl felt herself suddenly
shrink in size next to this big athlete. In the past three days Janet hadn't even thought
about cocks. All she could think of was the horror of what had happened to her that
night. But now she was more excited than she'd been for days. She was actually panting
as Bob's hands moved down her body, tracking every curve. Janet tilted her head back,
letting Bob kiss her throat. He was undressing her, sliding off her blouse, her bra,
unzipping her dark blue skirt and peeling it over her narrow hips. Then he slipped her
panties down, down from her soaked cuntlips. Janet hadn't known just how wet her
cunt was. Oh, she was ready, ready for that big football player's cock to ream its way
home. How good it would feel to have his dick peeling back her labes!
"I love that cunt," Bob whispered, lowering her onto the couch.
He was plowing his thick fingers through the blonde thicket of her pussy hairs. Janet
gasped, feeling her chest tighten. She could feel her asshole tighten up as well,
throbbing in time to her pussy!
"Bet you forgot what I look like," Bob said, pulling off his white T-shirt, then opening
the buttons of his unbelted faded Levi's that were stretched tightly over his groin.
The swell of his hot dickmeat inside bulged out as he inched them down over his thick
muscled thighs. Bob stepped out of his penis, laying them carefully down on the arm of
a nearby chair. Curling his fingers over the broad elastic waistband of his jockey shorts,
the big athlete peeled them down.
"Oh," Janet cried in pleasure.
His cock was so big, wonderfully big. Already the girl could feel it separating her sticky,
bloated outer cuntlips, inching into her cunt. Oh, Janet shuddered as she thought of
how that would feel inside of her. And no men sneering at her or dogs trying to lick
her off or mount her!
As Bob crawled onto the couch; Janet lay back, watching the big prong sway heavily
from his groin. His fat, low-hanging balls jiggled, filled with thick white juice ready for
her snatch.
"Oh, oh," Janet cried, feeling his hard hairy body settle down on hers. Her cunt
exploded wetly against his hard cock. Gasping, the girl pulled her knees back, feeling
her pussylips peel back stickily, opening up the hot, wet mouth of her snatch. Bob was
hunching back, dragging his cock back a little, then up again. Janet's cunt stretched
wide and the ring of her pussy muscles went tight. Janet gasped, excited beyond belief.
"Hey, don't tighten up on me. I said relax. Here, feel my dick." Janet moved a
trembling finger into the squishy mess of her cunt. She moved it around the bottom of
her slit and found the tensed muscles guarding her snatch. Then Bob let his purple
cockhead rest against where she was touching.
"Yeah, yeah," Bob moaned, shoving down hard.
Janet felt the big dick going in. She shuddered with the sensation of her pussy being
filled with dick. She started moving her hips, slightly changing the angle her cunt made
with Bob's big dick. He was halfway inside her when her cuntal muscles suddenly
contracted, tightening down on him. He caught his breath, gasping and looking wideeyed 
down at her.
"Shit, I didn't know anybody could do that!" he said.
"I can't help it," Janet said shyly, keeping her eyes down, feeling the spasm pass.
The muscles relaxed and Bob once more eased his cock through the slick, hot folds of
her pussy. He was going slowly, reaming her out deliciously. The young girl panted,
tensing, waiting for that big bulbous dickhead to reach the bottom of her pussy. He was
sinking so deep inside her. Janet could hear the slick noises of his cockshaft sliding past
her peeled back cuntlips, inching deeper and deeper into her gut.
"I forgot h-how big you were. I don't know if I can take much more."
"Tight, fuckin' tight, but good," Bob answered. His face was a mask of concentration
while he worked the final inches of his thick cockmeat into her. When he pressed down
again, Janet felt his balls nestling against her ass cheeks. It was then the young blonde
realized he had finally sunk his cock all the way in. She was riding him to the hilt, her
pussy stuffed with the full amount of the football player's dick.
Janet had her arms around Bob's neck again, kissing him passionately while coming
apart with sexual explosions of lust. She was moving her ass around, wiggling it like a
tiny tail.
"Don't move!" Bob suddenly warned.
"Is something wrong?" Janet asked.
"No, no, just don't move. Gonna cum if you do."
Janet held her breath. She could feel their hearts pounding crazily. She was terribly
aware of his legs pressing heavily against hers. Finally the blonde had to rock her hips
just to feel that fat dick digging against her cunny again.
"Hey, stop it!" he warned.
"I can't help it!" Janet cried, feeling the heat rising quickly in her pussy.
"I knew she was as hot as a mink and fucked like one."
Janet froze. That voice! It came from above her. Looking over Bob's shoulder, she saw it
was Coach Harrington standing bare-chested, his shirt in his right hand.
"AHHHH!" Janet cried, pulling down her legs and clawing at Bob. Betrayed! He'd told
the coach everything she said on the phone. He'd alerted him!
"Easy, Jan. I couldn't help it. He's got shots of me and a couple of the other guys. Your
friend Linda," Bob said, shrugging his shoulders.
Linda! She hadn't even tried to find out what happened to her best friend after that
exercycle incident. She heard some of the men talk about taking the girl back home.
And now what was Harrington going to do to her in her own home?
"When we dropped you back, baby, we thought you'd be smart enough to keep quiet,"
Harrington began, moving around to the front of the couch.
She could see his fly was already opened and his belt unbuckled. "I told you to keep
quiet and I wouldn't show those pictures around. Well, I could do that now. But I don't
think I have to if you cooperate. Bob said you told him your mother wouldn't be home
until after ten, right?"
Janet nodded quickly, feeling terror mount in her. What was he planning to do?
"Good. Get her in the bedroom," Harrington ordered his student. Bob shrugged his
shoulders again, reluctantly pulling his cock out of Janet's tight hot little cunny. The
girl shuddered, then moaned as Bob scooped her up in his thick arms and carried her
across the living room to her mother's bedroom. "No, not there. That's my mother's!"
she protested.
But Bob continued carrying her there, it being more convenient than the girl's
bedroom. But to be violated in the room her mother and father once shared – oh no, it
was horrible. Janet covered her face in shame. What had started out to be an evening
full of hope and fulfillment had turned into a crazy nightmare. There was nowhere she
could turn! Her friends were victims. The boy she depended on was as trapped as she
was.
"Sorry, Jan, but the coach's got pictures that'd throw me off the team. I can't have that
happen."
Janet looked pleadingly up at Bob as he lowered her onto the wide queen-sized bed.
Harrington followed, leaving the door open while he stepped out of his Levi's. Soon
both men were lying next to her.
Janet should have felt nothing but pain and horror. But strangely she felt warm and
secure. Two men! Nothing had ever prepared her for this. Harrington now pulled
slightly away, letting Bob climb back into the saddle. As he watched the young blond
disappear under the muscular thighs, he threw one arm across Bob's back, locking him
in place on top of Janet's body. Moving closer, he stuck his thick, horse-like dick
between their bodies.
As Harrington moved closer to them, Janet could feel those two fat cocks sliding their
way over her body. She felt Harrington's cock on her thigh. Bob's was inching its way
into her crotch. Shoving up with her hips, she let Bob know she wanted his weight off.
As he lifted his hairy ass, she spread her legs apart enough to expose her hairy cuntal
mound. The fat labes were still tightly clamped together. The snatch crack was seeping
with frothy bubbles of rich fuck oil.
Janet forgot who these people were and what they were going to do to her. She snapped
like a tightly drawn violin string. All hope was gone.
When Janet opened her mouth, she felt Bob's body lowering back onto hers. He was
kissing her as before-wetly, wildly, sliding his tongue into her mouth. His hard cock
started nuzzling against the crack of her pussy. The thick dickhead rubbed back and
forth, slippery with pre-cum and pussy juice. It jabbed now at Janet's pussylips. The
swollen labes were forced apart by the bulbous prickhead.
Janet sucked in a ragged breath, tearing her mouth away from Bob's. Oh, how her
cunny tingled as she felt a long, hard rod being jammed into it. The pink, moist
membranes wiggled as inch by hard inch the big dick forced them into a tunnel.
"Feel good, baby?" Bob whispered in her ear.
"Uhhhh," Janet moaned back as she felt him penetrate deeper into her pussy. Oh, it felt
soooo good. She didn't care where this was happening. At least for an instant all
thoughts of the coach and what he was doing to her life disappeared, evaporated into
thin air from the heat of her overworked pussy.
"Get it in her, man. Shove it in," Harrington whispered. "Jab it good. She loves it when
you slice it in hard."
Bob hunched down hard with Harrington's arm pushing down on his back. Janet let
out a sharp cry of pleasure sending chills through the two men. Her pussy fitted tightly
around the broad hairy base of Bob's dick. Inside her cunt the slippery tissues stretched
apart to take in the throbbing inches of fucking dickmeat. At the top of her spread
pussy lips, her clitty throbbed. As Bob came to the end of his downstroke, his hairy
groin was grinding into the nerve-rich sex spindle, making Janet shout out again. The
girl jerked her legs out and up, scissoring them tightly around Bob's lower back.
"Stick it in good," Harrington urged.
He got into the act by sliding down between their spread legs. Lying flat on his
muscular belly, he pushed his head up to where their legs joined. As he got closer, he
could hear the soft squishing sound of Bob's thick cock shoving in and out of Janet's
pussy. It sounded almost like a pole being pulled out of soft mud. There was a pungent
smell of hot pussy oil and pre-cum in the air around their twisting legs. Harrington
reached up and gently pushed Janet's thighs apart.
The sensation of his hands on the sensitive insides of her thighs made Janet shiver. She
saw in her mind's eye the big handsome coach between her legs while Bob was fucking
out her cunny. She started humping up more wildly onto Bob's dick, feeling the coach's
fingers stroking their way up.
While her body stretched wider apart, Bob gave her hard shoves, burying his cock up to
the hilt all the time. Janet was moaning out urgent cries as she felt her pussylips being
teased now by a wet, flicking tongue! The tickling sensation made her want to snap her
legs together. What would the coach do if he were being choked by a pair of soft, silky
thighs? The thought made Janet hotter than ever. She groaned again, wondering how
this would end. Her cry for help had been answered by two stiff cocks reaming her out.


Chapter 11

Bob pulled his ass up, drawing his fat, throbbing rod from Janet's pussy. The girl
moaned again. Her sensitive wet pussy walls spasmed and clutched, searching for the
fat rod that had felt so good inside just moments ago.
Harrington, watching what was happening, pushed his head up farther. He moved
forward until his head was between the girl and Bob. Opening his mouth, he licked his
tongue around the stretched edges of the girl's sensitive pussy. Then with a few more
flicks he darted the tip in.
"No, no!" Janet cried.
Bob yelled out also, shoving his hips down. His groin ground down into Harrington's
head, pushing him hard into Janet's pussylips.
"Don't, I can't. I'll shoot off if you keep doin' that," Bob warned.
Harrington backed away. As soon as his head was out of the way, he heard the squish
of Bob's prick sinking into her wet snatch again. He reached up and pushed the girl's
thighs apart once more. As he held her wide open, he heard Bob's dick throw in two
more quick hunches.
"Pull out of her all the way," the coach ordered with a thick voice.
Bob reluctantly did as he was told, bracing his body on his knees and elbows. He pulled
out all the way on his next stroke, twisting his cock all the way out of Janet's clutching
meat throbbing dick sprang free and jerked wildly as he held it out of Janet's pussy. His
body arched up high, giving Harrington room.
"Noooo," the girl cried. "Hrnrnrnmmmm!" She felt the stretched tissues of her cunt
being licked by a rough, slippery tongue. She tried to snap her legs shut. But
Harrington still had his hands pressing against her thighs, holding her open for this
licking attack. As she struggled, the girl could feel her clit being teased by the coach's
tongue.
"Yeah, good pussy meat," the coach murmured.
"Push it back in."
Grunting like a bull, Bob stuck his dick back into the girl. He gave her a series of quick,
jerky strokes. His body slammed into her. Janet was going wild, raking her sharp nails
across his back.
She couldn't see straight. Everything was dimmed by a red sexual fog; Janet couldn't
think of anything except her poor snatch and those wonderful fingers, tongues, Cocks,
balls, everything trying to ease that tension and ache. Her ass strained up, shoving her
tight hole onto the throbbing shaft. She could feel Bob's body tense with pleasure, then
shove down, slicing his prick into her pussy. She could feel nothing but incredible
delight. The girl moved her body as best she could, wiggling it on the large bed,
dragging her feet along the surface of the football player's hunching back. As the two of
them crushed closer together, every square inch of her body became alive and hot with
sexual excitement.
"Hey, don't shoot yet," Harrington whispered. "I want to eat her cunt again."
Bob slowed his fucking again, and pulled up while Harrington pushed forward. His
tongue was back to the straining edge of her pussy, licking the stretched membranes
while his calloused fingers kept her thighs stretched far apart.
"Coming up all the way," Bob warned.
As he pulled his strong hips up, he slid his prick from the tight grip of Janet's pussy. As
the greasy meat pulled out, it left globs of pussy juice and cum on the top of
Harrington's tongue.
Harrington hesitated. He could tell the young football player was close to cumming. He
didn't want him to blow off until he was sure all three of them were close.
"Uhhhh," Janet moaned, feeling her pussy draw together again.
With the cunt splitting rod gone again, the elastic membranes of her snatch eased back
together. She gasped seconds later when the coach's mouth was back on her hairy
mound, making her throw her hips into the air. She felt her clit throbbing against his
upper hairy lip while he stuck his tongue into her juicy pussy once more. His tongue
flicked away inside her while she wiggled her thighs crazily.
"Hey, man, she's gonna go. She's cummin'," Bob warned.
He could feel her going wild. She was throwing her hips up and down, her fingers
raking his back again. The girl's pussy was spreading apart with every hunch, trying to
get that working tongue in deeper. Janet was driving the coach on, shoving-her hips up
harder, driving her furry cunt into his mouth. She felt her heart beating so fast it was
going to stop from overwork. She couldn't stay on this high sexual plane too much
longer.
"Nooooo!" Janet begged as she felt her pussylips being pulled, teased, sucked by the big
coach. She was trembling on the brink of climax. The tonguing and sucking had
brought her body to the peak. Her hips and ass hunched frenziedly as she tried to
throw herself over the brink. She was trembling on the edge, begging for it, needing
that final round of spasms, unable to do anything except beg for a cock.
"Cock, cock!" she cried. She tossed around, hunching, scratching, yowling on that bed
like a cat in heat. Her claws kept working over Bob's back, threatening to rip the flesh
to shreds.
"Ohhhhhh," the girl moaned as she felt Bob slam his cock back into her. She felt the
relief of having her tense, itchy' pussy walls being stretched apart once more. The core
of meat filled her pussy in one long thrust. She felt Bob's hard body pound down onto
hers. The sensation of his body fucking away inside her pussy drove her close to climax.
"Coach, can't take too much more of this," Bob panted.
"Okay. Roll over on the side, and I'll take her in the ass."
Janet heard the words. But, instead of feeling horror and shame, she could only sigh
happily. Dicks in her cunt and asshole! She'd be surrounded by dickmeat, drowned in a
sea of hot jizz! She groaned, feeling herself being turned over on her right side. Bob
kept his cock buried deep in her twat, holding tightly onto the girl while Harrington
moved to the other side of the bed and spat on his hand. Greasing down his prong,
Coach Harrington inched up to Janet's full asscheeks. He slid down, sliding one hand
under the girl's side and the other over her arm. Pressing down and forward, he shoved
his fat purple dickhead against Janet's tight sphincter.
"OHHHHHH!" the girl cried, feeling the incredible pain of being assfucked by a cock
that size.
The aching radiated around to her pussy. But the throbbing of her clitty somehow
transformed that pain into a wild, hot kind of pleasure. She hunched back, raising her
ass off the bed slightly, trying to spread her cheeks apart and relax her gripping
sphincter. The girl moaned and gasped, feeling his dick pushing insistently at her tight
little asshole. She begged for dick while his cock started working its way into her body.
Just as Harrington's dickhead popped past the tight shitter muscle, Bob hunched down
into her pussy.
"That's it, babe, take it all, take both our goddamned dicks," Harrington growled
behind her.
Frantically the girl hunched back and forth, trying to get away from that big dick
reaming out her bunghole..
"Fuck me, babe, fuck me!" Bob grunted as he felt her body hunch forward. The shaft of
his cock was being milked by her contracting cunt. He twisted his ass around, stirring
his prick inside her tight fitting pussylips. His nuts rose up, pressing hard against the
base of his cock. They were so full of jizz they hurt.
Harrington kept pushing into Janet as she hunched her ass' forward. His butt moved
with hers, keeping his dick firmly pressed into her. Janet cried and sobbed, twisting her
body, letting those dicks work deeper and deeper into her. As the two sweaty, hairy
men began to hunch into her, Janet felt a thrill she was sure few women felt. Two thick,
long, heavily veined cocks were slipping deeper and deeper into her welcoming body.
"That's it, Jan, relax," Harrington whispered as he felt the tension drain out of her
body.
"Ohhhh," the girl cried as she felt more and more of that cock work into her ass. How
full and hot she felt. It was as if someone had exploded an atom bomb in her pussy and
ass. She hunched forward, sinking onto the slippery dick slicing into her snatch. Sliding
back, the girl found herself skewering her butt onto Harrington's prick.
"Yeah, man, fuck it out. Get onto my dick," Harrington growled.
"Oh baby, that cunt, what a cunt!" Bob moaned.
The girl was being batted back and forth between the fucking men. Bob was hunching
furiously, pushing against Janet's body, keeping his cock in her cunt. His mouth moved
down onto hers. Their tongues speared at one another as Janet felt her throat throbbing
in time to her clitty and asshole. Her body was completely on fire.
"Gonna make it!" Harrington warned from behind.
The two men pushed hard against Janet. As the coach's cum shot up his stalk, jetting
through the fat head and sprayed into her ass, Bob felt his balls tremble, then lose their
load. With each bubbling load the young football star jabbed his tongue deeper and
deeper into Janet's throat.
The young blonde felt herself explode into a million pieces. Her cumming cunt sent her
floating away, moaning and sobbing as she wiggled between the two hard-muscled,
hairy bodies. Each time she throbbed she could feel the long thick dicks still shooting
cum. They were still hard, still working in her cunt and ass. Oh God, this had to be the
most complete sexual experience of her life. Slowly, all three of them came down from
their high.
"Good pussy," Bob said, dropping away from the girl and pulling out his dick.
"Good ass, good piece of ass," Harrington said, rubbing his fingers over the girl's high
riding titties.
Janet couldn't think of anything to say! She was still drinking in the delicious feel of
those bodies, the way they worked against her back and belly.
"Oh my God, Janet!"
The young blonde froze at the sound of that screaming feminine voice. It was surely a
night of surprises. Coach Harrington had been so involved in his butt fucking and Bob
so engrossed in the blonde cheerleader's pussy neither had heard the sound of a car pull
up or the front door open. Janet's mother and several friends of hers now stood in the
doorway of the bedroom, their eyes wide open, taking in the grotesque scene on the
bed.
"No, no," the girl cried, rolling her eyes around and seeing the horror etched on the
face of her mother. She recognized several of the people there. They were members of
the school PTA, one of the organizations her mother had recently joined. They all knew
her, Bob and the coach. Oh what would happen now! The resulting scandal would kill
her mother and her!
"Jesus fuck," Harrington muttered, propping himself up on his elbows and staring at
the gaping' crowd. There could be no escape now.
"Christ," Bob moaned, covering his face with his arm and turning to one side. He felt
his world caving in on him. His football career, at least at that school, was finished.
Janet watched her mother being helped out of the doorway by one of her friends while
two men stood staunchly by the bedstand now, demanding an explanation from Coach
Harrington. Janet groaned and covered her face. Her ordeal, she knew, had just begun.

* * *

Three months passed before Janet was allowed to return to school. Somehow the PTA,
the administration and teachers involved managed to keep the scandal out of the
papers. Although the school buzzed about what had happened, no one had any definite
proof.
Miraculously Coach Harrington agreed to give up the pictures of Janet, Linda, Bob and
others which were immediately destroyed. The authorities let him go without notifying
the police or state officials. No one wanted a scandal, especially when voters were
already questioning funds spent for school athletics. The parents of the children
involved were more than thankful for this solution and turned their backs on what had
happened, praying silently Harrington would come to no good end.
Janet and Linda resumed their friendship, although neither of them spoke of that night
in Coach Harrington's basement.
Bob managed to keep his position on the football team, even though the principal
insisted he be expelled. Janet and her mother did much to mollify the school
authorities. In the end, everyone dropped the affair, glad that Harrington had been
driven from the school.
"Jan, Jan," Bob moaned. His hipbones were bumping hers, his cock plowing up and
down against her belly. She could feel the brushing of his fat balls against her inner
thighs. God, how good it was to have Bob back, back without fear of Harrington
appearing over the top of the living room couch again.
"Oh, so good, so good," Janet cried, wiggling her ass once more.
"You feel good too, baby. Jesus, it's good to fuck without worrying about old' man
Harrington. It was kinda fun. But this is better," Bob grunted, arching his back and
pushing his dickhead into Janet's snatch.
The young blonde let out a low moan, shoving her cunny up to him. Was this better?
Janet couldn't drive the feeling from her mind of how good it was to feel the lash, 
how deliciously exciting and degrading it had been to...
No, no, she couldn't let herself think about that. Those kind of thoughts were
unnatural.
"Fuck it out, honey, fuck it out," Bob said. "Yes, oh yes," Janet moaned.
No, she couldn't think of those days dominated by Harrington. Biting her lower, lip,
Janet concentrated on the wonderful feeling of Bob's dick driving into her.


THE END
