Chapter 5
The game finished with the Rustlers winning by a huge margin. At the sound of the final gun, the Rustlers shouted their victory and headed for the locker room. Kandi, April and Desiree went to the girls' locker room, all three happy over the easy victory their team had gotten.
"We're going to take the state championship this year," April said, stripping out of her cheerleader uniform. "I can feel it. The guys are really dynamite this season."
Kandi checked the locker room to make sure there were no teachers around before she pulled a pack of cigarets from her locker and lit one. She inhaled the smoke greedily, her lips curling into a smile as she remembered the fantastic orgasms Principal Bradley had fucked her into.
"Anybody got anything planned?" Desiree asked. She seemed lost, not knowing where she was or what she was going to do. "Anything special?"
"I thought I'd go to the pizza joint," Kandi replied. "The guys are going there. At least that's the word I've heard."
Desiree giggled, remembering how Rock, Randal and Jonathan had fucked her beneath the bleachers. She wondered if they'd be at the pizza parlor, and if they were, if they'd fuck her again. It had been confusing trying to satisfy three cocks at once, but they'd pumped more cum into her pussy than she could believe, and she wanted a second go at them. Besides, there was something crude and primitive about Rock that really excited Desiree.
"I tell you what," April said, pulling a purple silk stocking up her thigh and attaching it to the matching purple lacy garter belt. "I'll meet you there. I want to see some people first."
The girls parted company, with Desiree tagging along with Kandi. April stuffed her gigantic tits into a tight bra and slipped into the miniskirt that barely covered the tops of her stockings. She put on a blouse that she left unbuttoned almost to her bra, then checked herself in the mirror. Her milky, creamy cleavage was a mouthwatering sight if ever there was one, and there was enough of her magnificent thighs showing to give any man or boy a hard-on instantly. She smiled at herself. She was going to get cock before the evening was over.
April waited in the shadows, watching as the football players, all freshly showered and still wet, tumbled out of the locker room, headed for an evening of youthful celebration. When she was certain the last of them were out of the building, April crept quietly down the stairs to the boys' locker room, her high-heeled shoes clicking softly on the marble floor as she went.
Coach Knowles was just knotting his tie when he saw April standing in the shadows in the darkened locker room. His first reaction was confusion. It didn't make sense for her to be there. Then he remembered the way the blonde's monumental tits had bounced inside the bikini top of the cheerleader uniform, how her flat stomach had seemed to call out to him, how her navel seemed to wink teasingly right at him. He remembered looking at her ass as she cheered the crowd on. April's ass was second to none, small and tight, so incongruous with her massive melons of tit flesh.
After thinking about those things, Coach Knowles didn't care whether April was breaking the rules of the high school by being in the boys' locker room. All he wanted to do was get his balls off.
"Hello, April," Knowles said, pulling his tie tight, standing in shirt sleeves. "I suspect you're looking for me."
April was taken aback. It was slightly unnerving for her to realize he could see into her mind, know her motives, even when she wasn't entirely sure of them, herself.
"Come, come now," Coach Knowles said, advancing on the big-titted young blonde with the creamy, tight cleavage. "We both know what the meaning of this meeting is."
April had initially intended to seduce Coach Knowles. She had figured it would be something of a chore, and that she would need to take the offensive. But this was different. In fact, as the coach moved closer, April back away from him, the first flickerings of fear showing themselves in her clear blue-green eyes.
Knowles looked at April's mouth. She had full, ripe lips, painted lightly, just made to tantalize his prick. He slipped his hand under her shoulder-length golden hair, hooking his fingers behind April's neck to prevent any further retreat. She moaned softly, as if in protest. But then his mouth was pressed against hers, his tongue thrust between her lips to entwine with April's tongue. Knowles tasted the sweetness of her mouth, felt the firm, insistent pressure of her gigantic tits pressing and flattening against his chest.
April twisted her face away from Coach Knowles, breaking the kiss. Looking into his eyes, she saw the lust that glowed there as he stared down at her.
"Get down on your knees," he said, the words a command that could not be denied. "No! Wait! Take your clothes off first. Strip for me, you little cocksucker! I want to see that body!"
April was shaking, her knees quivering. This wasn't the way she had intended it to go, but that really didn't matter. She was going to get the cockmeat she craved so desperately, and judging from the size of the bulge in the coach's pants, Knowles possessed a big prick.
With trembling fingers, April pulled her blouse out of the skirt's waistband. She unbuttoned it slowly, starting from the top. After unbuttoning the cuffs, she let the blouse slip off her shoulders, then flutter slowly to the cold marble floor.
"They're amazing," Knowles whispered, drinking in the beauty of April's forty-inch tits so snuggly encased in the purple, lacy bra.
Before taking off the bra, April tugged down the zipper at her hip and she squirmed out of the slitted skirt. She stepped out of the skirt, then stood in her bra, panites, garter belt, stockings and shoes. April felt more confident now.
"You like?" April asked, affecting a little girl's tone. "How about this?"
Slipping her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her panties, April bent over slowly, her eyes never leaving Knowles' as she rolled the bikini slowly down her legs. She pulled her feet out of the panties, then spread her legs more, showing off her gold-fringed cunt. She was saving her tits for last, knowing that was what Coach Knowles was really interested in seeing.
"Don't stop," the coach instructed.
"Not until you shoot your wad," April countered quickly, totally sure of herself now.
Grabbing her bra between the cups, April delicately unfastened the hook-and-eye clasp. Slowly, teasingly, she pulled the cups away from her tits. With a shrug of her shoulders, she left the bra slip to the floor.
"Son of a fucking bitch!" Knowles exclaimed. "Never in my life have I seen a teenager with such tits!"
April brought her hands slowly up her sides, past the velvety smoothness of her flat stomach, until she cupped her milky, tingling tits. Her areolas were perfectly round, her nipples hard as pebbles, nubby and round. The tip of her tongue appeared between her lips to moisten them, making them shine invitingly.
"What do you want?" she asked, again in the tone of a little girl. "A blow-job? How about a fuck?" She smiled lewdly. "Or maybe my favorite-titty-fucking?"
"Yeah. Titty-fucking!" Knowles could not take his gaze off April's tits. The huge orbs of feminine flesh billowed out from her body succulently. As his eyes scanned down, he could see the outline of her rib cage, then the lacy pattern of the garter belt. Between her slender, tapered thighs he saw her cunt bush, the hair slightly darker than the hair of April's head, glistening with clear drops of pussyjuice.
April stepped closer to Coach Knowles, and he moved quickly, at first frighteningly. Before April knew it, she was backed up to the cold metal lockers and Knowles was on his knees, devouring her seething cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" April sighed, feeling his tongue parting the moist lips of her cunt. When Knowles sucked her oozing, red-hot clit between his lips and nibbled on it, April was quite certain her legs wouldn't maintain the strength necessary to keep her standing.
The whirlwind of emotions took over April's senses completely. She felt a finger being thrust into her tiny, tight fuckhole even as Knowles's lips continued working feverishly on her throbbing, tingling clit. When his finger was then placed at the opening of her asshole, the digit now moistened and lubricated with her pussyjuice, April remembered the torment she had gone through when Rock forcibly assfucked her.
"Wait!" she gasped.
His finger was in her ass and her clit was getting expertly lashed by Knowles' tongue before April could say any more. April discovered Rock had opened her asshole up enough so that the coach's finger didn't hurt as it slid deeper and deeper into her shitter. In fact, there was a certain unspoken thrill at getting her ass fingerfucked while she had her pussy hungrily licked.
The beautiful blonde began rolling her hips around in a circular motion, getting Knowles' tongue and lips on every tantalized spot of her cunt. His finger jabbed in and out of her tight asshole while he nibbled tenderly on her seething, juicy clit.
"Ohhhhh!" April sighed, pinching and tugging lightly on her hard nipples to send more jagged bolts of raw passion zipping through her veins.
April's breath came in ragged gulps as she felt herself falling deeper and deeper into a bottomless pit of seething passion. Her body seemed to be burning up from the inside. She promised herself to give Coach Knowles whatever he wanted. Even if he wanted to fuck her asshole, April would gladly let him.
The finger pushing to and fro in her asshole became two fingers, then three, all without April ever being totally conscious of what was actually happening. She writhed in ecstasy, thrusting her lean hips forward to mash her fiery cunt against the coach's mouth and stiffened tongue.
"You're going to make me cum!" April gasped haltingly. "I-I can't hold back."
Knowles took his mouth off April's juicy pussy for the first time. Looking up, he watched her tits wiggling on her chest, huge and milky. Glancing between them, he saw the expression of primal lust written all over April's grimacing face. He reamed her asshole with three fingers and bit down on her clit almost savagely.
"Ieeeaahhhh!" April groaned as her pussyjuice erupted in a fountain of girl-cum. She jerked and twitched, her body gone crazy as she released her pent-up pussyjuice.
The gushing blasts of girl-cum splahsed into Knowles' mouth, wetting his cheeks, dripping off his chin as he worked furiously to lick and swallow each of the blasts. He reamed the blonde's asshole with three fingers, jamming his hand up until the last knuckles smashed against her tight, flexing asscheeks.
At last the floodtide of pussyjuice slowed and stopped. Knowles pulled his face away from her cunt and looked up at the teenager, his face shining with girl-cum.
"Sweet," sighed the coach. "You've got a damn sweet pussy, April."
April could not respond to the coach's compliments. She gulped in air greedily, slowly recovering her senses. Each time she inhaled, her tits swelled out from her lean rib cage even more magnificently. A weak, exhausted smile spread across her face. She looked down at the coach, her blue-green eyes glazed over with sated lust.
"Coach Knowles, you're some kind of man," she said softly. "Anything you want, anytime you want it, you just let me know. I owe you, Sir. Anybody who can lick a pussy like that deserves my undying loyalty."
"From you, I want blow-jobs, I want to get fucked, I want to shove my prick between your tits until I cum. I want everything, my dear, but especially I want your tits!"
The request was exactly what April had hoped for. Since she had been gifted with huge tits at a very early age. The consequence was that April's tits were particularly sensitive, and she derived as much pleasure from someone playing with her tits as from someone playing with her cunt.
She rocked unsteadily on her high-heeled shoes. The climax had taken most of the energy out of her body, as well as all of her girl-cum.
"Coach Knowles, you're about to get the best," April purred saucily. She took his hands as he stood up. Slowly, her eyes locked onto his, she slipped silently down to her knees, sitting on the backs of her heels.
"You look really good in those," Knowles said, pointing at the teenager's garter belt and stockings. "They make you look like a classy tramp."
"That's what I am," April replied, fondling the pulsating bulge in the coach's pants. "A classy tramp. The boys don't really interest me. I like men. They know what to do with their cocks, and have more style than boys my own age." When Knowles began unhitching his belt, April grabbed his wrists, stopping him. "Let me do that."
April opened the coach's pants, then pulled them down to his ankles. Next came his shorts, and his big prick sprang out toward April's luscious, moist mouth. She cooed softly. April had always loved giving blow-jobs. A cock stretching her ripe mouth never failed to get the teenager's pussyjuice flowing like a river.
She cupped his big, cum-filled balls in her left hand, giving them a fond squeeze, judging how much cum they would give her. April figured Coach Knowles would cum like a volcano. Next she wrapped her fist around his cock shaft, pleased with its thickness. Though his pripk was slightly longer than normal, it was quite a bit thicker than most pricks. April saw that she couldn't even come close to touching her thumb to her fingertips with his prick in her hand.
April stroked his throbbing cockshaft, pleased with the heat of Knowles' fuckpole. His prickhead was a red-pink color. His pricktip appeared mean-looking, capably of really filling April's luscious, wet, sucking mouth.
"You've got a nice cock," April purred, her hot breath flowing over the massive head of Knowles' prick. She pulled back the velvety skin sheathing his steelish cockshaft, stretching it even more tightly over his cockhead. The sight of Knowles' circumcised fuckpole made April's mouth water. She wanted to plug his meaty cock into her mouth but resisted the urge. Delaying such pleasure always made it better in the long run.
Pushing her tits forward, April rubbed the head of Knowles' prick against her right nipple, then her left. Electricity jerked through her body at the contact of heated flesh to heated flesh. Stroking firmly, evenly on his cockshaft, April worked a glistening drop of pre-cum from his pisshole. She carefully smeared the slick drop of jism off on her breastbone, directly between her gigantic, inflamed tits.
Her tongue flicked out snake-like, grazing over the pisshole. April felt his prick jerk in her fist and saw the muscles in Knowles' thighs bunch up, knotting into cords as he struggled to maintain his composure.
"Is this torture ever going to end?" Knowles wandered aloud.
April tilted her head back on her shoulders, looking up to the coach's face. She smiled lustfully and rubbed her cheek against the veined shaft of his magnificent prick. April cooed softly and turned her face, opening her mouth just wide enough to nibble on the side of his cockshaft. The taste of the coach's fuckpole excited her. It was manly, smelling of soap after his recent shower. Her tongue curled around the thick base, rubbing against the underside as she rolled his heavy balls in her palm.
Turning his prick and pulling her face away from it, April continued looking up at Knowles. Her mouth opened lewdly, and with agonizing slowness, she brought her lips to his cockhead. She kissed his prickknob, then pushed her face forward, letting his slanting, mushroom-shaped cockhead part her lips more. When her moist, red lips rolled over the ridge of his cockhead and squeezed tightly around his prickshaft, April moaned in unison with Coach Knowles.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" the teen-ager sighed, rubbing her tongue deftly against the clefted bottom of his cockhead. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hungrily on his prick, bringing more of his pulsating column of fuck-muscles into her face. Her eyes glazed over and April could see nothing. Her satisfaction was complete. Tasting his cock, feeling it throb powerfully in her mouth and between her luscious lips was so pleasing to the blonde that she forgot all about where she was.
She took his cock into her mouth until his pricktip was at the back of her throat, threatening to choke her. Sighing, April chewed on his cockshaft with her lips, letting her white, even teeth just barely touch his steelish cockshaft while her tongue grazed along the underside and curled around his prick.
"Suck it," Knowles urged, pushing his hips forward to impale the teen-ager's face with more of his heavy prick.
With her hand wrapped tightly around the lovely face back and forth over his prick. She allowed his cockhead to slide out from between her lips before pushing forward, gulping the manly column of meat deep into her mouth. Each time his cockhead struck the opening of her throat, April stopped taking in more cock. To allow Knowles' prick to enter her throat would choke her.
"Mmmmmmm!" April moaned. She let go of his cock, no longer holding it in her fist, and Knowles began pumping his hips, fucking the teenager's face as she knelt humbly before him.
Knowles hooked his hands together behind April's head as he fucked her face, watching his pale prick sliding between her luscious, red lips until his cockhead slammed hard against the back of her mouth. He groaned, feeling the cum churning in his balls as the heat of April's hungry mouth went straight to his head.
April salivated freely around his fucking, throbbing prick. She let the saliva trickle from the corners of her cock-filled mouth until it dripped from her chin onto the upper swells of her gigantic tits. The spit would serve well as lubrication as soon as Knowles began tit-fucking her.
"So fucking good," Knowles groaned. He watched the saliva drop from April's chin onto her tits. The sight was erotic, lewd, more than a little obscene. Knowing that soon his cum would be dotting those very same tits made him tremble from head to foot. He slammed his prick hard into April's mouth, and her head snapped back as his cockhead reamed her throat.
"Titty-fuck me now!" April gasped, her throat feeling violated. She arched her back and grabbed her ankles, exposing her milky tits with their rich brown areolas and hard nipples.
Knowles grabbed April's big tits, gingerly placing his spitty cock between them before squeezing her tits together, capturing his prick. The heat of April's body seemed to go all through his own. He groaned, the sound rumbling out from deep inside his chest.
April's knuckles turned white as she squeezed her ankles, struggling to maintain her position. Her head hung back, hair falling away from her face as his fiery fuckpole slid back and forth between her creamy tits. The feel of Knowles' big, calloused hands on her tits was a delight, forceful and demanding, gouging deep into her succulent tit-melons. April closed her eyes, fearful of getting cum in them, realizing from the size and hardness of the coach's prick that he wouldn't be able to continue tit-fucking her much longer.
"L-lick the head," Knowles groaned, shoving his prick in April's cleavage until his pricktip appeared near her chin. He was amazed that any girl of April's age could have tits so large and yet firm, big enough to squeeze his prick in a warm, marshmallowy embrace.
Tilting her head up, April flicked her tongue over his cummy pisshole each time it exploded out from between her tits. She watched his angry, red cockhead disappear, then appear again. Each time his cockhead approached her mouth, she tongued off a fresh, salty drop of pre-cum.
"Fuck me!" April gasped, her tits aching now from the brutal treatment they received from the coach's hands. "Fuck my tits! Cum on my tits! Cum! Cum!"
The words triggered something inside Coach Knowles' head. He reamed the teenager's tits with his prick, shoving all of his prick between her tits and making his balls rub over her chest. When he'd reached full insertion, when his prick was pushed close to April's face, the pungent, salty, juicy blasts of fuck-cream began.
"Yessssss!" April purred as the cum splattered against the underside of her chin, making a gooey white trail down her neck to her tits. As his cock rolled back, becoming engulfed in her tits, April tossed her head back, exposing her neck and tits to his bullet-shaped cockhead.
The eruptions shot hard and fast, spitting from his pricktip to send white, milky jism sailing through the air. Jets of the fuck-cream stuck to April's arched neck, pooling in the valley of her collarbone. Knowles released the girl's tits and he grabbed his fleshy prick. He jerked on his gushing prick, sending more sticky jism splattering over April's big tits.
"Yeah! I love it!" Knowles chuckled, sending a blast of cum spewing onto April's right tit. He watched the cream clinging to her brown, pointed nipple, trickling down in the valley of her tits.
When the eruptions stopped, April sat upright again, resting her weight on the backs of her heels. She took his jizz-smeared prick in her hand, then stroked it briefly before burying his cock deep in her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she crooned, savoring the rich, heady flavor of the coach's jism as she craned her neck, gulping his prick deep into her face.
As April sucked cock, streams of jism trickled down her body, crawling between her gently swaying tits. She enjoyed the heat of the cum, and especially liked the itchy feeling she got as it oozed down her magnificent body, cooling with each passing second.
When April was certain she had taken all the jism from Coach Knowles' balls, she let his prick slip out of her mouth. As he looked down at her, she grabbed her tits and raised them. Her tits were big enough for April to easily lick her nipples, and she tongued as much of his delicious fuck-cream from her tits as she could.
"I'd better leave," the coach said softly, hitching up his pants. "You take however much time to clean up that you need. Don't worry about locking the doors."
"Righto!" April replied as she started rubbing the jism into her tingling tits.