Chapter 5
"Paula?"
She recognized Steve's voice immediately, and she tensed, gripping the telephone receiver. "What do you want?" she asked fearfully. "Come to the gym."
"Why?" Paula began to quiver. "Because I said so!"
"B-but it's time to go home." Paula was looking forward to meeting Ernie at his house.
"It's time for everyone to go home but you, me ... and one other person."
"Who are you talking about?" she asked, squirming on her warm bottom.
"You'll find out when you get here."
"I won't go!"
"Paula...?" Steve packed a world of menace into his utterance of her name.
"Oooh, damn you!" the bedeviled nurse exclaimed, and slammed up the phone. She hoped he had injured his eardrum.
She stood behind her desk and stalled for a moment, smoothing her white uniform over her rounded hips. She stroked her shivery, plump buttocks, recalling with shame what Steve had done to her the day before.
Surely he didn't have anything like that in mind, she concluded, if there was someone else with him. Who could it be?
Paula left her office, noting a strange itchiness between her legs as she walked. The tops of her thighs brushed warmly and silkily together.
She was like a fish swimming upstream as she made her way with difficulty through the throng of students in the corridor who were happily hurrying to the front door. Ernie was among them, she assumed, though she didn't sec him. She wondered if he was looking forward to meeting her as anxiously as she wanted to meet him.
She hated Steve all the more for delaying her.
She entered the boys' gym and saw no one in the outer room. Having too much sense to walk right into the dressing room this time, she stopped and called with obvious vexation, "Anybody here?"
"Yo!" Steve answered from inside. "Come on in!"
Paula hesitated for another moment, then decided, It's all right, as long as he knows I'm coming!
She entered the dressing room and saw Steve standing among the lockers, grinning in his cocky way, which so annoyed her.
"What's this all about?" she demanded. "Still the haughty bitch, hm?" Steve said, as he walked up to her. "Well, we'll see how long you stay that way." He raised his voice, calling, "Okay, kid, you can come out!"
Hearing a sound behind her, Paula whirled about, and she gasped. Stepping into view from around a bank of lockers was Ernie.
"I'm ssorry, Mrs. Merrill," he said, his eyes wide and frightened.
Her cheeks reddening, she confronted Steve again. "What's the idea of this?"
"The idea, Miss Priss, is that I'm going to firm up my hold on you. Ernie's already admitted you and he made it yesterday. I could walk both of you out to the front office, but I don't care to do that. I'd rather get some stronger evidence, so I won't have to depend on Ernie telling the truth if I decide to blow the whistle on you."
"So?" she asked apprehensively. "So I want you and Ernie to do something cute, right here and now ... and I'll capture it on film." He reached into an open locker and brought out a camera, with a flash cube attached.
"NO!" Paula exclaimed, shrinking against the lockers. Her eyes darted back and forth from the athletic coach to the embarrassed, fearful youth.
"Come on," Steve said matter-of-factly. "Let's get out where we have more room. Over there in front of the showers will do."
"Mrs. Merrill, he made me ccome here!" Ernie said as he walked ahead of her. "He knew about ... yesterday. He said he'd get me tossed out of school if I didn't...."
"It's all right, Ernie," she said softly, though her nerves were giving her a fit.
Steve placed his hands on her springy, rounded buttocks and pushed. "Get over there!" he said.
Paula lurched, her breasts shaking. She was about to fall when Ernie grasped her by an arm, steadying her. They stood in the open area next to the showers.
"Okay, Paula, take your dress off!" Steve ordered.
"Aaw, coach...." Ernie started to protest. "Shut up, kid, or you know what can happen to you!"
"Yes, Ernie," Paula added. "I don't want you to get into trouble."
She undid the buttons down the front of her dress, her fingers trembling, and slid the garment off her smooth shoulders. Her full breasts jutted in a lace-encrusted white bra. She stepped out of her uniform, flexing her legs in her short, flimsy half-slip.
Ernie couldn't help staring at her. So did Steve, his eyes glinting.
"The bra and slip, too!" he ordered.
"Ooh, please!" Paula begged.
"Get your tits out, baby!" Steve said.
Ernie got red in the face and fidgeted. Paula's cheeks also blazed as she reached behind her, unhooked her brassiere, and drew it away. Her breasts quivered in ripe fullness. Her rosy nipples quickly erected.
She couldn't keep from glancing at Ernie, and she saw that he had an erection problem, also. If only she could grasp and love his beautiful little dick, she thought.
She stepped from her half-slip, her titties shaking as her lovely thighs and nylon stockings came into view. She wore plain white briefs with garter straps extending up underneath them.
Ernie obviously was embarrassed by the hump at the front of his pants, and he squirmed. Steve had a hand in his pocket, tickling his own swelling cock.
"Get down on your knees in front of the kid!" he told Paula.
"No!" she exclaimed. "Oooh, you can't ask me to do thaaaaat!"
Steve stepped up and gave her a stinging slap across her bottom. The sound echoed through the cavernous gymnasium as Paula's buttocks bounced in her panties.
"Oooooooh!" she moaned, and dropped to her knees on the hard floor.
"Unzip the kid's pants!" Steve ordered.
Paula reached out. She was being forced to do this, she reminded herself, as she pulled Ernie's zipper down.
"Take out his pecker!" Steve said.
Oh, yes! Paula thought. His darling little pecker! I WANT IT!
She reached into the boy's clothes and withdrew his warm, super-stiff rod, which flipped springily nearly touching his belly.
"Now suck him!" Steve said, and raised the camera he had been holding.
"Oooh, that's so nasty!" Paula protested. "Please don't make mc do it!"
Steve waited and said nothing. His camera remained poised. Paula glanced anxiously from him to Ernie's up-thrust, boyish rod.
This is just terrible! she thought. Steve's going to make a picture of it! I don't want to do it! Her brain swam giddily as she stared at Ernie's enticing cock. But if I MUST....
She bent toward the boy's prick and tilted it to point at her mouth. Only the tip of his glans appeared in his circular lips of foreskin. Paula hesitated, trying to work up her courage.
"DO IT!" Steve demanded.
The nearly naked nurse let out an anguished cry, which left her lips parted. She leaned closer. She felt a tremor course through Ernie as he stared down at her hand around his thrusting cock, her mouth coming closer....
"AAAAWWWWGH!" she said, clamping her hot mouth around the knob of his rod. His cock quivered and a thrill shot through her, turning her head light.
She sucked, deriving very little taste-only a slight saltiness. Ernie's prick felt very hard in her mouth. It throbbed against her tongue.
"Skin his hood back!" Steve rasped. "Shit, don't you know anything?"
Paula's brain swirled as she pushed her circling hand to the base of Ernie's shaft, and his glans was denuded in her mouth. A stronger burst of flavor teased her taste buds, and she sucked harder, getting more flavor yet.
Oh God, I'm a COCKSUCKER! she thought, and began pumping her hot mouth up and down on the boy's bristling little prick.
A flash cube exploded as Steve took his first picker.
Paula sucked Ernie's cock with increasing fervor. She loved it, God help her, but only because it was Ernie's! She would have hated to suck a grown man's cock, she believed.
Steve laughed as she bobbed her head. Ernie's hard little prick quivered in her wet, warm mouth, and he groaned. The coach changed positions and took another shot.
Paula had been seized by cocksucking frenzy, Steve's orders having relieved her of responsibility for what she was doing. She twisted her head, her dark hair whipping about her face, and she pumped her o-shaped lips on Ernie's prick from different angles. She champed on the boy's spongy bulb, her lips working fishlike on his iron-hard, skinny shaft. She gulped down her gushing saliva, which was laced with the flavor of his dick.
She bobbed her head faster and faster. She wanted to eat Ernie alive!
"AAAAHHHHRGH!" he groaned, and his dick twitched vigorously between her lips.
"Gaawwwgh!" she said as Ernie's first spurt struck her throat.
Shocked, though she should have known what would happen, she rocked backward, pulling her mouth from the boy's cock. She continued to clutch his twitching rod, however, and it remained pointed at her face. Ernie's second spurt struck her nose, and she breathed in its musky scent. As the goo dribbled down across her parted lips, another jet of boyish sperm splatted against her lips directly and washed over her chin.
Paula spluttered.
She finally let go of the lad's quivering pecker, and his final shot arced into the air, falling on top of her head.
She squirmed, her tits shaking, and pawed at her face and hair, as if the boy's sperm were burning her. Sieve had taken two more pictures, showing Ernie's cream on her face, and he put his camera down.
As the lad backed away, obviously as chagrined as Paula, Steve stepped forward. He grasped the suffering woman by the hair and yanked her head toward him.
His cock was out, and she saw the huge, erect organ too late. He jammed it into her mouth, forcing her lips to spread widely as he stuffed her face with his thick, throbbing meat.
"Ghaaawwwh ... ghaaaaahhhhgh..." she said, trying to pull away.
Steve maintained a fierce hold on her hair as he pumped his big prick in and out between her gliding lips, fucking her helpless mouth.
She gurgled and groaned against his mouth-filling cock. Ernie's goo continued to dribble down her chin. Her shocked eyes were wide and watery.
Finally Steve let her go, and his prick sprang free, gleaming with her saliva. Paula tried to scramble to her feet, but he bent and yanked her stocking-clad legs out from under her, twisting so that she sprawled face-down on the floor. He grasped her white panties and ripped them down off her jiggly buttocks and along her legs.
He spread her thighs apart and dropped between them, boosting her ass into the air.
"Nooooooh!" she bawled. "Not that again! Pleeease!"
"Relax," Steve growled. "I just want your pussy this time."
The hurt of his penetration was almost as great as when he had buggered her, however, for her contracted sexual passage hadn't had a full-sized cock within it for a long time. His bulbous glans spread her tender pussylips wide apart as he bulled between them and stretched the small, clasping mouth of her vagina. He surged deep into her tunnel of love, which had only partially prepared itself with lubrication while she was sucking cock.
"AAAAWWWWWW!" she protested helplessly as she writhed on the floor of the gym, her ass up, her titties mashed against the hard surface, while Steve powered his stallion-sized prick in and out of her narrow cunt.
He held her hips to keep her in position as he knelt straight up behind her. The force of his brutal fucking rocked her ass forward and back. Her stockinged legs flexed, his fingers spanning her garter straps.
Ernie continued to watch, because he obviously didn't know what else to do, and he acquired another hard-on.
The coach pumped his meaty prick faster and faster in Paula's raped joy-hole, the horny ridge of his glans sending ripples up and down her cuntal walls which were greased but still snug. She moaned as her cheek pressed against the gym floor.
"Take it, you snooty bitch!" Steve snarled. "How do you like getting fucked dog-style?"
Paula hated it. Every stroke of Steve's inrushing cock was repugnant to her. But her fucked pussy responded, its nerve-ends thrilling to the strokes of his thick, veined pecker with a bulgy, blunt head.
"Ooooooooh!" she groaned gutturally, and shuddered as she took thrust after thrust of his rapacious prick.
Bursts began going off within her body, like firecrackers on a string, and she knew she was coming, despite herself. The explosions grew in intensity until they shook her whole body. She wriggled and lurched.
Steve kept fucking her, his cock pumping like a jackhammer between the flared lips of her pussy. His clothed front repeatedly smacked her plump buttocks and kept them bouncing.
Finally he draped himself over her back and rode her hot ass to the floor, still screwing fiercely. For Paula, the whole gym seemed to shake. She feared she would pass out.
As she clung to the ragged fringe of consciousness, Steve lurched inside her, his cock seeming to swell even larger. Then he spurted, hosing the pit of her pussy with his thick, warm cream.
Paula remained sprawled on the floor, her legs spread, her eyes shut, long moments after Steve withdrew from her. She might have stayed that way indefinitely, sick with shame, if he hadn't grasped her around the middle and yanked her to her feet. Her legs felt like rubber. She was surprised that they supported her weight as Steve pushed her in front of him, into the shower room.
"You're a mess!" he said arrogantly as he thrust her under the first shower.
He twisted one of the knobs, while standing back, and cold water struck her. She squealed, shivering wildly, her tits hobbling under the spray.
She lurched away from the chilling shower only to be yanked back beneath it. Her hair got wet and stringy. Her stockings and garter belt were soaked. The cold water sent chills up and down her shaking body as her tits danced in the wetness and her pussy quaked.
When Steve let go of her, she lost her footing and fell to the tiled floor, landing painfully on her knees. Steve laughed and pressed his foot between her shoulders, pushing down so that her ass stuck up to the spray. He watched the cold water course into the open crack between her buttocks, striking her tingly ass-hole. The shower pelted her pussy, as well, gushing into her slit and helping to wash his sperm out.
She gasped and gurgled against the water that was streaming over her face. Her tits hung down and quivered, her nipples throbbing.
It seemed like an eternity before Steve cut the shower off. Paula remained on her hands and knees, panting.
"Get your clothes on and get out of here!" Steve said. "And remember those pictures I took. I'll be in touch with you, baby."
"May I ... at least have a ... towel?" she asked dismally, slowly shaking her head as her stringy hair hung down across her cheeks.
"The towels are locked up," Steve said, and left the room.
Ernie had already taken off.
Paula was left to make out as best she could, alone. She dragged herself back to the dressing room, where she used her skimpy slip to dry on. But it quickly became sopped, and she had to use her panties, as well, then her bra. She had stripped off her wet stockings and garter belt. Only her nurse's uniform was left to put on. Her body, which was still somewhat damp, clung to it, her rosy nipples and her pubic bush showing through the thin white cloth. Even the crack of her wiggling ass was visible as she hurried shamefully from the gym, her hair and makeup a fright.
She was thankful that the school was deserted, except for two goggling janitors in the hallway, who exchanged chuckling remarks after she passed.