“No”, she said softly. “No one will ever know. This will be our little secret, Coach Brady. I won’t tell a soul, I promise!”
The girl took her hand away from her pussy. She needed it to help her other hand in pushing her burgundy sweater up around her chin. The teddy bear had long since fallen to the floor, where it stared up stupidly at her. The girl then furiously unbuttoned her blouse and spread it open, then struggled out of her bra, pushing it up around her neck together with her sweater, affording me my first view of her firm and perfectly shaped young breasts.
Her right hand then raced back to a pussy that I could tell from my vantage point some six feet away was quite wet. “Coach Brady!” she exclaimed, her head to her side, her eyes tightly shut. “My, you are so…aggressive! You wanted me, didn’t you? I know you’ve wanted me for a long time. Now…you’re having me!” she cried.
As Megan masturbated vigorously with her right hand, her left hand pushed her sweater all the way up over her head. The left hand then came back down to her breasts and began to massage them as she continued to fuck herself with the fingers of her talented right hand.. “You don’t have to be so rough, Coach Brady!” she moaned.
With the girl’s head effectively covered by the sweater, I stepped gingerly from the cramped closet. Slowly, I moved to edge of the girl’s bed, making no sound, though I don’t think she would have heard a train coming through her room at that moment. I knelt by the bed, my face not three feet from the girl’s writhing body. I watched in amazement as she came to orgasm. Planting her feet on the bed, she arched her back high off the mattress and let out a moan that could have easily been heard downstairs had there been anybody there.
After holding her back arched for the longest moment, the girl suddenly collapsed back onto the bed, and then rolled over to her side, facing away from me, the sweater still covering her face.
I had pulled a pair of handcuffs from my bag of tricks and at this moment quickly pulled the girls arms behind her back and fastened the cuffs to her wrists before she knew what hit her.
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Megan squealed in a myriad of passions: shock, disbelief, incomprehension, fear, bewilderment. With her hands now cuffed behind her back, I rolled her onto her back, pinning her arms beneath her, her face still covered by her sweater. I straddled her prone body, a body scantily clad with the wildly disheveled clothes of a catholic school girl. Her shock was so great that after her initial squeal, no sound other than very deep, gasping breaths came from beneath the sweater covering her face.
I was straddling her waist, knees on either side of her of her upper body. Her lovely, exposed breasts were there before me, between my knees, ready for my hands to feel them, to squeeze them. But there was no rush. “Listen to me, Megan,” I said calmly. “If you’re a good girl you don’t have to be afraid, okay?” But there was no response from her. Only her deep, fear laden gasps of air from beneath the sweater. “Look” I continued, “I’m going to take the sweater off your face, okay? You’re going to see me. You’re going to see that I’m a nice guy. I’m a nice guy who’s just here to have some fun, okay?” Still no response. “Megan, nod your head yes. Tell me that when I take the sweater off your head you’re not going to freak out, okay?” I paused. “Okay? I repeated.
Her body remained rigid in fear, but beneath the sweater I detected the slightest nodding of her head. “Okay, then, here goes”. I pulled the sweater downward, to her neck, revealing her beautiful but fear struck face. Tears were streaming down rosy cheeks from eyes wide with fright.
I smiled at her. “Who….what…?” These were the only two words that she could get out.
“Who am I?” I asked the question for her. “I’m a guy who thinks that it’s time for a girl with a body like yours to get fucked.” She looked at me as if she didn’t comprehend what I was saying. My two hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them as our eyes locked, hers wide as an owl’s. She obviously was having trouble even realizing that this was happening. It was priceless.
My hands fondled her exposed breasts, gently at first, and then with a little more pressure, making her nipples extend between my fingers. “Don’t hurt me!” she managed to cry.
“I told you, Megan. You be a good girl and you’ll be okay. Do you understand?”
“How do you know my name?” she gasped.
I now squeezed her breasts hard. She squirmed and grimaced. Staring into her beautiful, blue eyes, I repeated firmly: “Do you understand, Megan? That if you cooperate with me I won’t hurt you? Do you understand?”
I squeezed her tits especially hard. “Ouch”! she cried. “Get off me, you creep!”
I slapped her face hard. Her head fell in the direction of the slap, toward the wall. She lay there motionless, stung by the slap to her face. I stood up and took off my clothes. As I did so, my eyes drank in the marvelous scene before me: a beautiful and sexy sixteen year old blonde, lying stunned on her back on her bed, her arms pinned beneath her back, her legs spread, her skirt in a tangle around her waist high above her exposed pussy. Her blouse was laid open and her bra and sweater were pushed up around her neck, laying bare a pair of firm, youthful tits that were already red from my squeezing of them—a color of red that matched that of her check where she had just received a hard slap.
The girl moaned and turned her head back around to face me. What she saw when she did this was a naked man standing beside her bed. While she had probably at least touched the penises of a boyfriend or two before, I was thinking that this rock hard and upright specimen that was now three feet before her face was probably her first real good look at a male sex organ. Her pouty lips parted as her chin literally dropped. I wish I had had a picture of it.
I climbed on the bed between the girl’s legs. “No” she whined softly. “Look…my mom’s…my…my parents…are going to be home really soon. You’d better get out of here!” There was panic in her voice. This turned me on as much as anything else about her.
I reached under the girl’s ass and lifted her crotch toward my face. She shrieked, as this put more pressure on her back, which was crushing her arms. Holding the girl firmly by her twin ass cheeks, I drew her young cunt to within inches of my face. My eyes devoured her female sex. Then, pressing my face into her crotch as she screamed in protest, it was my mouth that began devouring her female sex.
The sensation of eating freshly masturbated teenage pussy was fantastic. It was sopping wet from her earlier activity and tasted delicious. As I ate her, my tongue penetrating her vagina and tasting its tanginess, the girl struggled against me, but ineffectively. With each of my hands firmly holding an ass cheek, and with my mouth buried as far into her cunt as possible, I looked down the girl’s nude body, past her perky tits and to her very pretty face, which was framed by her wadded up blouse and sweater beneath her chin and her beautiful, long blonde hair cascading over her forehead. Her eyes were shut tight, but her mouth was wide open in a silent scream.
After struggling against me for a long while, the girl at last fell motionless—exhausted, surely—as I continued to ravage her girlhood with my lips, tongue and teeth. And then, almost imperceptibly at first, her lower abdomen actually began to gyrate against my face. Her soft, firm thighs pressed against my cheeks as I buried my face into her pussy. The thought of how hot those legs—legs which were now wrapped around my face—had looked on the volleyball court came rushing through my head and made my cock nearly explode.
I was not sure at first, but before long it became obvious: the little bitch was fucking back against my face with her hot little cunt! What a little whore! It wasn’t too long before her body rocked in the throes of her second orgasm in less than fifteen minutes, only this time, instead of her orgasm being induced by her own fingers, it was induced by the ravaging mouth of a strange intruder. It was all I could do to keep my mouth firmly planted on my lovely victim’s genitals, she bucked so hard.
Although there had been very little friction against my cock—the head of it would bang occasionally against the girl’s back as I held her by the ass and ate her cunt like a watermelon—I also felt that I was on the verge of cumming. Dropping the girl’s ass to the bed, I moved to her head. Grabbing her by the hair and lifting her head with one hand, I pinched her nose shut with my other hand, forcing her to open her mouth to breathe. As she did so, I shoved my swollen cock into her warm, moist mouth.
“Bite me and I’ll kill you!” I hissed.
The young girl, my swollen cock now shoved into her mouth, starred wildly up at me with scarred, wide eyes. Her ruby lips surrounded the thick circumference of my throbbing cock. When I had forced her mouth open, I had noticed for the first time that she wore braces, but they were the non-metallic, tooth colored variety that were hardly visible.
Feeling the moist warmth of her mouth envelop my manhood was priceless. I had masturbated to the thought of this sweet little honey when I had gone to bed the night that I first spotted her in the shopping mall. Now, here she was in the flesh, her tongue on one side of my dick and the roof of her mouth on the other. Holding her head in my hands, I began fucking her delicate, sweet mouth with firm in-and-out thrusts as she struggled beneath me. She quickly began to gag, causing her mouth to contract around my manhood, tripping a mammoth orgasm. With a resounding “Yes!” that caused the bedroom’s windows to rattle, and with our eyes still locked on each other’s, I thrust deeply into the young girl’s oral cavity and shot hot cum into her throat. Her gagging continued, causing my penis to slip out of her mouth. This caused a second squirt of cum to catch her square in the face. Putting one hand on the top of her head and the other beneath her chin, I kept her mouth forced shut. I wanted to make sure that she swallowed all of the cum that had gone into her mouth.
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