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Two swimmers learn rope tricks from their lesbian
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The Official Lesbian Teenage Fantasy of the 1992 Summer Olympiad
Lynn enjoyed being on the swim team, but sometimes she had to
admit it seemed like one big hassle. This afternoon, for
example, she was swimming punishment laps long after the rest of
the girls had showered and dressed; the coach was really pissed
after she had playfully pushed another girl into the pool at the
end of practice, and had ordered her back into the water. "You
start swimming, Missy, and you don't stop until I come back to
get you," she had ordered, and Lynn obeyed: she knew what a pain
in the ass it was to be on Coach Katie's bad side, and didn't
want to make the situation worse by complaining.
Still, after 45 minutes of continuous swimming, she began to
suspect something was wrong. Angry as she was, Coach Katie had
never kept anyone on punishment laps more than half an hour, and
that was for fighting, not just fooling around. Lynn figured the
Coach had somehow forgotten about her, though that was unlike
her. She hoped she was right as she climbed out of the pool and
shook the water from her long legs and weary arms. Grabbing a
towel, Lynn dried out her straight blonde hair and began the
long walk up the silent corridor to the girl's locker room. A
cool breeze wafted down the hall, and walking barefoot down the
hard tile hallway, she felt her apple-sized breasts begin to
perk up under the wet swimsuit. "THO time," she thought, looking
down, " -- Tittie Hard-On!" The rubbing of the clinging Lycra
against her hardening nipples both stimulated and embarrassed
her, so she clutched the towel to her chest when she pulled open
the door to the locker room.
No one was there by the lockers, and the Coach's office was
empty. The only sound came from the shower room where someone
had left the water running. Lynn felt a bit nervous at being so
alone as she opened her locker, then remembered how abandoned
the school was at this hour. Nobody was going to walk in on her.
She quickly skimmed the swimsuit off her body, and flexed her
slim figure for a moment, enjoying the afterglow of a good
workout even as the cold air raised goosebumps all over her
deeply-tanned skin. She even allowed herself the luxury of
toying with her excited nubs, flicking them lightly with her
fingertips and pulling at them until they stood out like dark
berries. "I'm not the 'good girl' they all think I am," she told
herself.
Heading for the steaming showers, she thought for a moment that
she heard something, then stopped dead in her tracks when she
got there. She couldn't believe her eyes. Theresa, one of the
sophomores on the team and a girl whose full figure, translucent
skin, and fiery red hair Lynn had always envied, was standing on
tip-toes against the tile wall of the showers, her arms
stretched up to where her wrists had been bound together and
hung over the high showerhead. Her legs were spread and
trembling as Coach Katie knelt between them and furiously ate
her out, her short black ponytail bobbing as her head moved up
and down, the flowing water from the shower running over her
crouching form. Lynn was about to speak when she realized all at
once that neither of them had noticed her, and that Theresa
wasn't struggling but instead softly moaning with excitement.
The young girl's moans rose in pitch and intensity as the
Coach's tongue and fingers continued their assault on her
red-haired snatch, probing and licking until her whole body was
shaking and tense. Then the bound girl was yelping, her breathy
cries bouncing off the walls of the shower room as she dug in
her heels and began thrusting her hips desperately at the
teacher's mouth, rolling and grinding her hips over the woman's
face as she came, her eyes screwed shut behind her flailing red
hair. Lynn could see her juices smeared on Coach Katie's chin,
nose, and cheeks. Theresa hung limp from her bonds and groaned.
Lynn felt as if she was suffocating as she watched Coach Katie
(who outside of practice was Miss McAndrew) rise from her
kneeling position and plant a long deep kiss on the sophomore's
half-open mouth while her hands ran over Theresa's breasts. Lynn
was surprised to find that her small tits were tingling as if
the Coach was fondling her boobs and not the other girl's. She
slowly shifted her weight from foot to foot. Lynn stood rooted
to the spot, blushing but incredibly turned on by the sight of
this lesbian love session. Her nipples, hard to begin with, were
tingling as if they had been attached to tiny electrodes, and
her tight young pussy was growing moist. She leaned back against
the wall of the shower room and began lightly running her
fingers through the sparse blonde hair down there, pearls of
moisture gathered outside her swollen labia, not knowing or
caring if the others saw her. She felt as if she was in a dream,
some kind of twisted sex fantasy and she could do anything, do
things she had never even imagined, know a pleasure that all the
embarrassed fumblings in the backseats of cars hadn't hinted at.
A warm pool of sensation was starting in her belly, and she was
startled when she heard a voice say, "Can I help you with that?"
Katie stood in front of her, watching her hungrily, arms poised
on her hips. She reached out, grabbed Lynn by the wrist, and
twisting an arm behind the girl's back, shoved her roughly
face-first against the wall. "Did you enjoy spying on us, little
girl? Did you like what you saw?" she whispered into her ear as
she pressed the slim body into the tiles with her own muscled
figure. Then she dug her fingers into her student's tousled hair
and yanked the head back, swirling her tongue around the porch
of the girl's ear. Lynn could smell the scent of soap and
Theresa's pussy juices as she submitted to the Coach's caresses.
Her legs shook with a longing to be used by this strong woman,
not even 10 years older than her but unquestionably in charge.
She knew that she would get her wish when she felt herself being
led to the center of the steaming room, the Coach never
loosening her grip on Lynn's arm or hair, and pushed her down
onto the wet floor. Katie turned crisply and grabbed a bar of
soap from a dish on the side of the room, and stepped under the
shower, wetting down her body and splashing water on the now
wide-eyed Theresa. Shutting off the water, she began running the
soap all over the bound teenager's body, boobs, belly, and cunt,
down her voluptuous legs, and into the crack of her ass, until
she was covered with a creamy white lather. She did the same to
herself as Lynn watched hypnotized from where she was laying on
the floor. "We're going to get you all NICE and CLEAN," she
teased as her hands lathered her up, "That's why you barged in
here, right?" She placed the soap back in the dish, and hauled
Lynn to her feet.
The Coach held her under the hot running water, and Lynn curled
her toes in anticipation as the spray sluiced down her skin. The
water was shut off, and the girl turned her head and gazed into
Katie's eyes, asking silently what was to be done to her. "Time
to soap you up," she said, and pushed her against the other
girl's lathered body. Suddenly Lynn and Theresa were face to
face, their tits and cunts mashed together as their slick
slippery adolescent bodies slid over one another. The Coach
wrapped her arms around the pair, sandwiching Lynn in-between.
The three horny athletes began to slip and slide over one
another like panting seals. As Katie slid over the trapped girl,
she began to hump Lynn's jutting ass, gripping her by her bony
hips and grinding against her lasciviously. Lynn's soft moans
betrayed her delight, and her cries grew more insistent as she
felt a soapy finger invading her virgin asshole. She grunted
into Theresa's shoulder as the long finger pushed past her
spasming sphincter, the ring of muscles feeling every joint and
knuckle as it began to work in and out of her hot depth. "This
is what we do to little spies," Coach Katie muttered into her
ear. Then, impossibly, a second finger was added to the first
and her tight browneye was stretched even further. The heady
mixture of pain and ecstatic pleasure was unendurable, and Lynn
came loudly, crying and begging for release even as she craved
the older woman's dirty ministrations, humping her own pussy
against the stretched form of Theresa tied up and trembling in
front of her. She collapsed on the floor, spent by her
exertions, and was only dimly aware of the hot water washing the
lather off her body.
She woke up in the locker room, still dripping wet. Coach Katie
and the now-untied Theresa were towelling themselves off and
regarding Lynn stretched out face-down on the bench in front of
the lockers. They were whispering to one another, and though she
couldn't tell what they were saying, Lynn knew they were talking
about her. They both disappeared for a moment, and Theresa
reappeared carrying a jump rope. She knelt by the hard wooden
bench and tightly bound the exhausted girl's wrists together
next to the stanchion underneath, then grabbed her by the ankles
and pulled back until Lynn was stretched out full-length, her
arms taut in front of her. She sat for a moment next to Lynn's
head and idly stroked her back, saying something about it being
her "turn." Lynn didn't know what this "turn" was all about, and
she shivered in nervous anticipation. Soon Coach Katie came
striding into view, a Paddleball paddle in her hand. She handed
it to Theresa, and announced, "I got my revenge on you back
there in the shower, but since you were peeping at the two of
us, it's only fair that Theresa gets to punish you, too." She
told her that Theresa thought she had earned 25 strokes with the
paddle, which Lynn would count off. If she missed a stroke or
didn't call it out loudly enough, they would start back at the
first stroke.
Katie didn't think that Lynn was appropriately prepared for her
spanking, so she went into the equipment room and got a field
hockey stick and another jump rope. Lynn's legs were spread and
her ankles bound to each end of the stick with the jump rope,
opening her still-swollen pussy to the view of the lesbian duo
commanding her. They both softly laughed as they each took a
moment to toy with her sensitive asshole and slit. Lynn craned
her head back after they were done, and saw the pale redhead
gripping the big flat paddle, flushed with the excitement of the
control she had over her well-secured classmate. "Count 'em off,
Lynn," she smirked.
The paddle struck, and she felt simultaneously a stinging on
her asscheeks and a throb in her pussy. "ONE!" she called out.
The next came even harder with a loud crack. "TWO!" Another,
this one enough to make her squirm slightly. "THREE!" By number
7, her eyes were watering, by 10, the tears were running in hot
rivulets down her pretty face, and juice was leaking out of her
tight young cunt. A sob came into her voice as she called out
each stroke. Her ass was on fire, and Theresa was now spacing
the strokes unevenly, apparently to watch as Lynn writhed on the
hard wooden bench. 14 caught her off-guard, and the room echoed
with the sound of her scream. Coach Katie decided that wouldn't
do, and brutally stuffed a sock into the weeping girl's open
mouth. Lynn thought she was hallucinating as she watched the
teacher sit in front of her and spread her legs wide, reaching
down to open up her pussy before her little victim's face. As
the spanking continued, she masturbated to the sound of the
teenager's muffled shrieks, knitting three fingers together and
thrusting them in and out of her sopping clam, diddling her
engorged clit with her thumb, getting off on Lynn's agony as she
forced her to look at her. Lynn's ankles strained against the
field hockey stick as her long thin legs flexed and kicked in
distress, and the throb in her pussy had long ago grown into a
searing need. Each successive slap on her jutting ass seemed to
take her up a step, and Lynn knew the spanking was going to make
her come. The last, especially vicious, stroke from Theresa made
her tight cunt cream despite the pain. She hoped the other two
didn't notice. Then it was over, except for the shuddering
climax Katie made her watch in extreme close-up, the smell of
her pussy filling the girl's nostrils.
Theresa excitedly called Katie's attention to the slimy patch
Lynn's cunt had left on the wood. Katie put her face next to
Lynn's and said, "You liked that a bit, didn't you?" In tears of
humiliation more than pain, Lynn nodded Yes.
The young redhead then said they should do something nice for
Lynn, since she had been such a "good sport" about the spanking
in admitting how she had secretly enjoyed it. The Coach agreed
quickly, and trotted off to her office as the sophomore helped
Lynn awkwardly turn over onto her back, not bothering to untie
her wrists or ankles, or remove the sock stuffed into her open
mouth. Lynn was stretched out on her back, her arms raised above
and behind her as Coach re-emerged from the office, acutely
aware of her raw asscheeks scraping against the well-worn
surface of the bench. Coach Katie held scissors, shaving cream,
and a razor in her hands. She set them on the bench, knelt
beside her pupil's spread slit. "We're going to shave you
clean...it'll improve your swimming."
She set to work, carefully snipping the sparse blonde hair
away, and when it was down to nothing but stubble, smeared a
generous dollop of shaving cream over the almost-bare mons.
Theresa began gently sucking on Lynn's apple-sized tits, her
tongue swirling and circling deliciously over the stiffening
tips, drawing a groan from lanky blonde as the razor scraped
gently at her pussy. Theresa playfully nipped at the little
cherrystones, delicately trapping one between her teeth and
tugging, making the other girl babble helplessly into the gag.
All the while the redhead's fingers lightly tickled the
sensitive underarms of her playmate, causing the slim blonde to
arch her back and wriggle in helpless abandon, still being
cautious to hold her hips motionless while the razor cleared the
stubble away from her crotch.
When Katie was done, she gently daubed away the remains of the
shaving cream, and held her breath. Lynn was now as bald as the
day she was born, and her clit peeked up from under its hood,
making her look like a sluttish little 12-year-old. As she
surveyed the girl's long, straight legs spread by the field
hockey stick, prominent hipbones, and flat belly leading up to
adorable little titties, she thought that she had never seen
anything more desirable in a girl than Lynn's coltish grace. She
couldn't resist sucking this beautiful bare pussy. She pulled
the lips apart with two fingers and raped her with her long
curling tongue as Theresa continued to tickle her and worship
her boobs. Something seemed to let go inside Lynn, and she was
wildly thrusting her tits into the redhead's face even as her
feet found the floor and began to roughly shove her bald slit
toward the teacher's hungry mouth, begging for release with
every anguished shudder of her body.
Katie and Theresa took her right to the edge of her third
after-school orgasm, then stopped at a signal from the Coach,
leaving her teetering on the brink. She was a mess: strands of
her hair were plastered to her face by the sweat that had broken
out on her brow during their ministrations, her pert nose was
flaring and her chest was heaving, and the smell of her sweet
musk filled the air. Katie knew it was time for the grand
finale. She left the two teenagers for a moment, and went for
her "little black bag," the one she kept hidden in the office
for use on "special occasions." This, she thought, was a special
occasion indeed.
Lynn's eyes grew as wide as saucers when she saw what Coach
Katie had for her. She held a large pink two-headed dildo with
straps attached, a pair of clothespins, a bottle of baby oil,
and a glass bottle of something else she couldn't identify.
Theresa moved to sit behind Lynn's taut body, and lifted her
head and propped it against her flame-thatched crotch, saying
eagerly, "THIS you want to see!" For the first time in years
Lynn saw her hairless pussy, and the sight made this surreal
situation seem even more bizarre. The thought occurred to her
again that she was caught in the middle of some twisted sexual
fantasy of her own imagining.
The teacher stood with one leg up on the end of the bench as
she began to ease one end of the big two-headed dildo into her
own aching cunt. Lynn watched in amazement as it filled Katie;
though she wasn't a virgin, she didn't know how she was going to
fit her end of that hard rubber cock into her inexperienced
quim. When it was all in, the Coach strapped it firmly into
place and stood for a moment with her arms akimbo, waving the
pink dildo slowly to and fro like a cobra preparing to strike.
Then she leaned over the prone teenager and fondled the girl's
boobs, once again encouraging the nipples to stiffen. She rolled
the hardening nubs between her fingers, and then gave Theresa a
sly wink as she reached for the clothespins. She held the wooden
clips in front of Lynn's eyes for a moment, opening and closing
them, giving her a long look at the tension of the springs
before throwing one leg over her willing victim's form and
standing astride her. Taking one of the pins in her left hand,
she cupped one of Lynn's small tits in the other and gave it a
firm squeeze. Then she pinched the nipple hard, drew it up, and
let the clothespin clamp down on the captured nubs. Lynn bounced
off the bench, and the field hockey stick made a racket as she
drummed it against the floor. Katie slowly, painstakingly
repeated the process with the other tittie, and once again Lynn
screamed in a mixture of pain and unbearable ecstasy into the
sock stuffing her mouth. She was still crying out as Theresa
handed Katie the baby oil and she stood over Lynn's writhing
figure slicking up the girl's end of the huge dildo, little
drops of oil falling on her chest as Katie jacked her hand up
and down the cock's length, saying, "I only wish this was a real
dick so I could shoot my cum all over your cute little face."
Theresa continued to prop up Lynn's head so she could helplessly
watch what the lesbian teacher was doing to her.
Katie untied Lynn's ankles from the stick spreading her legs,
and grabbing her by the backs of her thighs, spread her even
wider while pushing her bony knees up to her flat chest, where
they jarred painfully against the pins clamping her nipples.
Theresa held Lynn's knees in position. The bald little cunt was
ready for the taking, and Katie began to work the head of the
dildo into the tightness while Lynn groaned pitifully. With
excruciating slowness she inched the big 10-incher deeper and
deeper -- Katie knew this wouldn't be possible without hurting
Lynn if her pussy wasn't as slick and swampy as it was. It was a
good thing she was getting off on this. Even so, Lynn felt as if
she was being split in two: she was fuller (and more excited)
than any boy or deodorant bottle had ever made her. The wild joy
of the sparks coming off her nipples and the big fake dick in
her slot made her feel like some untamed fucking animal being
captured and used by this strong woman and gorgeous red-headed
girl.
Katie buried the strap-on inside Lynn until she felt her
scratchy black pussyhair touching the teenager's nude softness.
She ground her full pussy against the girl's, letting her mons
rub against Lynn's naked clit, then slowly drew the dildo out,
taking a moment to tickle the spread inner thighs and toy with
the stiff little love-button before thrusting it savagely all
the way back in. Theresa struggled to hold Lynn's bucking legs
as she responded to the sweet torture of the dildo. After Lynn
had calmed down a little. Katie had Theresa take the sock-gag
out of Lynn's mouth. Katie told Lynn to call herself a slut.
"I'm a little slut", she moaned. Katie asked her if the dildo
was big enough. "The biggest," she responded. Katie played with
the nipple-clamps, flicking them open and closed as she asked
Lynn if she liked what they were doing to her. "I love it, Coach
Katie...I'm so wet..." Katie asked what she wanted done to her
now. "Fuck me, Katie, please fuck my little pussy...stick it in
me...DO me, God yes, FUCK me with that thing, make me come. USE
ME, DO ME FUCK ME FUCK ME HARD I WANT IT NOW GODPLEASEI'MBEGGING
RAPE ME WITH THAT BIG FUCKING DILDO..."
As Lynn continued to beg and plead, Katie unscrewed the top of
the mysterious glass bottle and put a little liquid on the end
of her finger. Even as she was lost in the thrill of the obscene
pleas she was making Lynn recognized the smell of menthol and
camphor and the realization tore through her that the Coach was
holding a bottle of linseed oil. Katie swiftly daubed a generous
helping onto Lynn's exposed clitoris and before either of them
knew it Lynn had ripped her legs from Theresa's grasp and locked
them around the lesbian's back as Coach Katie began frantically
sawing the dildo in and out of the young swimmer's clutching
hole, Lynn urging her on, kicking her heels into the small of
the Coach's back as the icy bite of the linseed oil pushed her
over the top and she was shaking and screaming at the top of her
lungs that she loved it, fuck her harder, faster, don't stop,
make her cream right there tied-up on the bench in the girl's
locker room with clothespins dancing on her heaving titties, not
caring if anyone in the silent school heard her begging her
swimming coach to use her like a teenage whore. Her cunt was
aflame and Lynn thought she might die from the obscene pleasure
of being fucked more thoroughly than she ever imagined possible.
Theresa couldn't take it anymore and straddled her classmate's
head, performing a perfect cheerleader's split onto the waiting
mouth below her, riding her like she was a bucking young colt,
shamelessly jamming her redhaired cunt onto Lynn's pretty face,
smearing herself over her mouth, her nose, her chin, even her
forehead as Katie slammed into Lynn's eager pussy over and over,
surprising herself with the animal-like insistency with which
she speared the teen's open slit, the force of her thrusts
bringing her ever closer to a really BIG orgasm as her end of
the dildo rammed back into her.
Katie gave one last brutal shove into Lynn and held the big
dick there, jamming it into her with all her weight. Lynn came
hard, her toes cramping as she saw suns bursting in front of her
like overripe tomatoes, a dozen orgasms exploding through her
adolescent body in an agonizing wave like a string of M-80's
going off in sequence. The force of it was more than enough to
set up a chain reaction as Katie came with a long howl, her
pussy spasming around the butt-end of the strap-on inside her as
Lynn crushed her with long powerful swimmer's legs, and lovely
young Theresa thrashed her head wildly about, tossing her long
red hair into the air as Lynn sucked at her pussy and the lithe
redhead gripped her own full breasts and grunted loudly in
passionspeak.
After a long minute, Coach Katie pulled herself together enough
to crouch down and untie Lynn's limp arms under the bench. Young
Theresa slumped numbly on the end of the bench. The three of
them curled together on the floor of the locker room and slept.
Lynn didn't know what to think afterwards. For a few days the
three of them nervously avoided one another, though it was clear
that no-one else had any idea what had passed between them. But
later that week, the Coach called her two swimmers into the
office after practice and berated them for not trying hard
enough in the swim team workouts -- they would both have to
report to her apartment this Saturday afternoon for "extra
laps." The two girls grinned at her and began making plans for
Saturday.
[This is a work of fantasy, folks, and a pretty twisted one at
that. Do NOT confuse this with any semblance of reality -that's
the stuff that goes on OUT THERE...this is the stuff, thank Jah,
that only goes on IN HERE <pointing to messed-up head>.]
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