Wednesday morning arrived much like other mornings with one exception. Franny was taking advantage of Coach Wilson’s morning wood. The little blond vixen was going for broke. “What a wonderful way to get up!” Eddie looked up, watching her cute teeny boobies bounce.
He could feel the warm bodies of Georgette and Thea snuggled up on either side, their hard little nipples poking into his ribs. “This morning is getting better and better,” he said to the cuties as he hugged them. Franny was working her hips fast now. Really fast. Eddie could feel her inner muscles tighten as she came with a long moan.
Suddenly, Franny was pulled off her perch. Mika jumped up on Eddie. “Coach, that made me so hot, I’m dieing here. Please, just a quickie to get me through. I don’t care who sees.” What was a nice Coach to do?
Eddie smiled and said, “Knock yourself out.” What Eddie and his snuggle bunnies saw that Mika didn’t, was Nikki sneaking up behind. Wearing only an evil grin, she pressed her finger to her lips. She ‘shushed’ them and pointed to Mika who was getting ready to do a quick ‘dick drop’ on Eddie.
Just as Mika made her move, Nikki grabbed Mika’s target, pulling it back a couple inches, using her other hand to help Mika impale herself and hold her down. Eddie, still wet from Franny’s romp, slipped right in. Fortunately Mika was totally relaxed. Then she wasn’t.
“Holy Mackerel! Oh. My. God. Wrong place! What happened? So full, nasty. Is this nasty? Never done this,” she blathered continuously, getting louder.
Eddie, being a nice guy, started a slow thrust. His snuggle bunnies, who were catching on pretty quickly for beginners, played with Mika clit.
Mika, coming into this already hot enough to burst into flames, was getting off on the novel sensations, the shock and the boost from Thea and Georgette. She started her own pumping action and squealed. Eddie spurted at the same time but stayed firm inside her slowly clenching bottom.
She looked down at Eddie, saying with as straight a face as she could manage, “That was different and not a bit like I planned. I feel like a Popsicle on a stick. Is that supposed to hurt at first?”
“And I’m the Good Humor Man. It usually hurts if you cannot relax completely, and probably some even then. You seem to have done OK” Eddie answered, “You still OK?”
“I was pretty distracted anyway and that ball bat was in before I knew what was happening. Then the shock and sudden weirdness sent me over,” she blurted as she noticed the audience. “Nikki, I don’t know whether to thank you or set the tickle monster free on your butt.”
“Whatever you decide, don’t tell her before it’s too late. And that’s how you play the girl game. Now, we have to clean up. No more “stress relief’ with the Coach until everyone has a shower.” Ms Martin insisted. “By the way, Nikki, nice trick. Mika, you give a great floorshow. The girls were quite entertained.”
Everybody cleaned every body. Ms Martin told the lovely teenagers to stay ‘as you are’ and check the refrigerator for breakfast. Immediately eighteen delightfully naked firm young girls raced to get fed.
“Thanks, Megan, I love to see them move. They don’t know just how pretty they are.”
“You keep telling them. It makes them, it makes me, feel so feminine to hear it.” Megan allowed.
“When I say it, I mean every word.” They gave each other a very naked hug. They nearly took the day off. They separated as the girls returned. They had cold cuts, fruit, juices, butter, and jam, bagels and toast makings. They bounced and jiggled to the kitchen. The girls were beginning to treat the volleyball gym as their giant dorm room.
A dorm room large enough to feel the excitement of being naked in public.
The Coach and the Director conferred briefly. Decisions were made.
All the girls were to dress as they would if the Project never existed. Eddie began, “Stay within the regular Code of Conduct. Wear your normal clothes whatever that is. You can be sexy and modest at the same time. Be cool. Don’t flaunt your exception status, but don’t deny it. Tell other girls that you are under more severe restrictions than the average coed, and have more serious penalties for code violations, just not from the same inspectors. They can read the newspaper for more details.”
“Do not get inspected. Discourage personal touching. Set your phones for a preset group SOS text. We’ve got your back.” Coach Wilson told them.
Ms Martin picked her part, “Franny doesn’t start attending classes until next semester, Janie is part-time and the classes she does have are unnecessary review, Claire is in Journalism which gives her a bit of flex time. Those of you in hard sciences and humanities need to attend regularly, no matter what the Project needs. Grades are paramount. Franny and Janie will spend most of their time here, crunching numbers, transcribing notes, etc. Claire will handle press releases and start drafting reports.”
“We are working on getting all of Monday dedicated to the testing. You will receive schedule changes soon. Same classes, different days and maybe some online, we will have to see what bubbles to the surface.” She yielded to Coach Wilson.
“We are going to make an effort to conclude this round of Kegel tests Friday evening. In the meantime, we will finalize the details of the next series of tests so we can start promptly Monday. We are considering using a few of the new members as control subjects. The original ten teens who have been through the Health Classes will be compared with the girls who haven’t.”
Eddie had more. “The report, if the results and findings are as we expect, will reflect most favorably on this Institution, the Athletics and Student Health Departments in particular, and the Administration. The corporations who have given major research grants will stand to profit hugely.”
Ms Martin started, “Girls, your willing participation and your acceptance of the necessarily personal and intimate nature of the procedure is understood and appreciated more than you can know. The administration knows no real details, but assumes a certain of sacrifice of modesty is involved. In recognition, you are to receive a generous stipend in compensation. Back to Coach Wilson.”
Eddie adds, “Also, we are scheduled to return to the remodeled dorm tomorrow so don’t spread out too far. We may have to pack up on short notice. That’s all for now. See you cuties after classes. I’ll miss you terribly until then.”
“Oh. I will inspect you for compliance before you go. Gotta be sure.” He patted bottoms right and left to get them moving. When the girls started moving he just watched as they charged off to get ready for school. A whole fifteen feet away.
Lingerie and wispy things, cut off tee shirts and teeny bikinis flying in all directions, the mini-riot roiled up to the Coach.
At parade rest, “Ready for inspection, Coach!” the teens barked in unison like they had practiced for years. Eddie looked them over like a general would the troops.
“You did fine. Remember, the trick is to make the Inspectors want to inspect you, but give them no reason. Normally, they would do it anyway, trying to find out if you can be aroused. If they can, it’s open season, and you are fair game. Use your bracelet. You cuties are irresistible.”
Megan came trotting out of the office. “Late breaking news!! We received a memo from the Dean’s people. Let me quote:”
“In order to build school spirit, we instituted a new game, campus wide called, ‘UnStrip Poker.” At the entrance to each building, dealers will have decks of playing cards. Each student will take five. At the end of the class, all students will reveal their hand. The two boys with the lowest hand will remove one item of clothing. The two girls with the best hand will wear what the boys lost until the end of the day. Likewise, the boys may not get their forfeit back until the end of the day. Winners and losers will meet in front of the cafeteria at 5:00 pm, to settle up. Good Luck. Have fun”
“Girls be warned. The normal inspection rules were not suspended. The boy’s clothes will cover more than the code allows. Winners will be inspected. They will probably have the boy’s clothes and their own confiscated and wind up naked all day. You are exempt and will not play but your friends must. Advise them to go for a low hand however they can. Or not. They might want to check the cards,” Megan told them.
The girls had to go or be late for class. Some girls they knew would never get the warning. Some coeds would ignore it on purpose. No matter what, it was going to be an interesting day.
Ms Martin had regular day with her Non-Project life: dealing with policy meetings, new class proposals and reviewing new scientific studies. Except she also had to pass Project inspection. Megan wore one of Crysta’s babydolls, a bit less see-through than Crysta preferred, and some sexy panties. Megan pinned her Project broach between her tits to hold the pajama top closed. All in all, she was the pretty picture of the young professional.
Eddie recalled the article they helped Claire write. That’s not quite right. She wrote it alone, but within the guidelines of the Project. She chose her words carefully. For example she did not write that the coach fucked four members of the newspaper staff, naked, on the conference room table, two of whom were virgins, while three respected members of the University Administration, played with the fuckee’s titties and their own. After which a naked Project Director gave the Coach a blowjob.
Claire wrote instead that the Dean was very impressed with the demonstration of the alternate enhanced inspection technique and was sure that compliance will be complete. Photos were included, showing the dignitaries full face speaking with the Director and Coach, shot from behind their backs. Inside, after the jump, were pictures of Lisa in her transparent underwear, of Megan naked, on profile. Her head was turned so that you were not familiar with her tits, you might not know who she was. Thea’s full body as she tried to stand during her fuck and Georgette, tits up, with Eddie between her out stretched legs, Kate watching in the background. Eddie’s upper body was off frame. Martine and Kate were not forgotten. The pictures had generic captions or none at all.
The penalty for code violation was made very clear.
Claire and Janie were in the background or seated at the table in many shots with their nipples chained together. No administration boobs were in evidence.
Eddie thought it a well written and illustrated piece of journalism. The girls were to find out later what a fine picture editor he was that day. He had picked out and cropped his choices and sent them himself. ‘Really, how many young teenagers who lose their cherry in public to a tall stranger are lucky enough to have the cherished event published in the paper?’
She did clearly explain the importance and necessity of the Exemption Bracelets, being careful to detail the criminal charges, which would be brought against any one, regardless of position, who attempted to bypass the exemptions. She emphasized the importance of the Project to the University.
She did run the topless photos of herself. She credited Thea, Kate and Georgette as contributors to the article and as demonstration participants so she published their new stock photos as a courtesy, of course. Eddie picked the best poses. which just happened to be tits bared, at parade rest. At least it only from the belly button up. Oh, and with that well-fucked look. He made sure to pick a new photo of Martine, the editor. The Dean would make sure it ran in a featured spot.
The article ran front page, above the fold. Coach Wilson sent Claire and Janie to pick up as many copies as they could. He let them wear panties and their nipple clamps. “You’re not topless. Your nips are covered. Now run before they sell out.”
Screaming, they dashed to the newsstand a block away, grabbed the last 10 issues and ran even faster back. With hair and boobs flying everywhere, they were still recognized from their pictures.
The two sexy teens were mortified when they saw the pictures. Janie and Claire also got very, very hot thinking about what they had done. Eddie was forced to fuck the stress out of both until they were calm enough to stand still. By this time Franny, in sisterly sympathy, was in need. She demanded satisfaction, and the Coach was able to oblige.
After cleaning up again, they went to the office, trying to get actual work done. Around 2:00, Coach took a call from Ms Clary in Facilities. “There are complications.” Eddie put her on speakerphone. ” The construction crew discovered gas lines where they should not be. And those were in walls listed as movable. The rest of the lines in the entire building had substandard couplings. They would leak at any slight shake. We closed it down until repairs could be done. Roxanne went to confer with the original contractor. She takes the safety of our coeds seriously. He will be lucky to survive the discussion. Dead or alive, he will not do the repairs, but sure as hell, he or his estate, will pay.”
“Ms Clary right now I’m shaking thinking of the danger the students were in. This could easily have been tragic. Thank you and your staff. Where have you put the displaced students? And where does that leave us?”
“We scrounged enough space to house those girls there without too much disruption. They will be pampered a bit for the interruption. Your people, however, would overwhelm the system. I’m going to have to ask you to keep them in the gym. I checked your volleyball schedule and you have one more regular season game and it is away. If you make the playoffs, and you probably will, the tournament is sited at the State University.”
“I have arranged to have a rather spacious portable classroom installed just outside the exit door closest to your office with an enclosed breezeway connecting the unit to the door. The sides are secure safety glass, with movable screens. We think that with so many teenagers in one place, you will need to be there as much as possible. You can use the extra space as you see fit. You might need some place quiet every so often.”
“Sounds good so far. We’ll just live here and I will sublet my apartment.”
Ms Clary poured it on, “We have established standing purchase orders with a deli, a grocery store and a good caterer. I’ll email the details. The sleazy contractor is picking up the bill, not your budget, so get what you and the girls want. The Administration is quite annoyed at the disruption to the Project and the participants. What you need, you will get. The girl’s schedules are set to free up Fridays and Mondays. All of them are great students and will be given the grades they have now as the final if the schedule could not be tidied up. They will complete the work anyway we’re sure.”
“I will get with Ms Martin to find out how this development affects her scheduled progression, but you might get a better sense calling her office. Ms Martin has regular office hours, today. As for me, there are advantages and disadvantages. There is a need to secure the building better. We will be crowded a little. They won’t suffer too much. Central University coed’s wardrobes simply do not get that much use, and what gets worn doesn’t take much space. He laughed. “We will need more towels.”
“Another advantage is that the subjects are building a camaraderie among themselves. They are becoming a tight working group that would not exist under other circumstances. Total immersion,” Coach added, “should move the Project research along faster and let us expand into similar areas. I will talk to our Director and get her thoughts.”
“Coach, we appreciate your co-operation during this inconvenience. Many researchers would go all ‘prima doña’ on us.” Ms Clary said.
“Our primary concern is the safety of the girls. Then the integrity of the Project and the University come next. I’m a coach. I have to teach the athletes to accept that sometimes you have setbacks. You learn, cope and move on. If you can’t adapt, get out of the way of those who can. I’m reasonably certain Ms Martin and I will work it out,” Eddie reassured her.
“Coach, I’ll talk to you later. I tell Ms Martin the news. By the way, the newspaper article was outstanding. A picture is, in fact, worth a thousand words!” With that, she hung up.
The three girls were horrified at what might have been. “You guys could have gotten blown up!” Franny cried. Eddie hugged the frightened teens in his arms. A long time later, he got them calmed enough to talk about the new living arrangements.
“So, what do you think?” He asked. “Can we live here until the end of the semester and beyond? Can you think of things we cannot live without?”
“We don’t need much, Coach. Maybe some cabinets or shelves to put our private things,” Claire suggested. “Some stuff is not public.”
“Most of ‘us’ has been public, but a girls gotta have some secrets!” Janie giggled, “We might need an entertainment system. Giant screen TV, good sound system and cable service would be very cool. Something we can hang on the wall like our own movie theatre.”
Franny, trying to look shocked, “I’m not even living on campus and I’m already a refugee! What is to become of little old me?” Claire and Janie took care of her right there. Eddie was tempted to take care of all three teenagers. But, he had to prepare for an eighteen teen siege.
In the next hour, every one had returned to their new home. No one objected to the arrangements. They were actually thrilled. “Where else will we get seventeen girlfriends as roomies? Throw in Ms Martin and Coach Wilson to take care of us and it’s all good,” was the consensus.
The teens were most assuredly not thrilled at the situation at the dormitory. The hubbub around the campus had overshadowed the ‘UnStrip Poker’ game. Most of the people who would have been ‘dealers’ were helping relocate the dorm residents. The inspectors were being pretty cool, too. Delays were minimal though anyone way out of line got her expected treatment.
They were both scared to pieces at the deadly danger they had been in and relieved that the danger had passed. Soon, being the young girls that they were, the teenagers began to get excited about their new home. Plans were made and lists were written. Eddie let them stay dressed as they were, for now, as they scurried around the gym, mentally rearranging the furniture.
The teens had a lot of space to play with. The gym had four courts at 30″x60″ each, with a 5″ aisle between. That made the playing surface 65″x125″ alone. Add 10″ at the ends and 30″ each side for the bleachers and the total is 125″x 145″. The room was huge! The ‘testing area’ took up space at one end, estimated to be 30″x 125″, leaving living space at 95″x 125″ or thereabouts when the bleachers were collapsed. The ceiling was 50″ tall.
Beanbag chairs, big sofas, futons, throw pillows, side tables, reading lamps, and plant stands, some furniture store was going to have a good month. Shelving and dressers topped today’s version. There were to be no partitions. One giant open space was a little bit like living in the open, so the feeling of being naked in public was never far from their thoughts. Even the teenagers who were sort of used to parading their titties around were not real comfortable being naked all the time.
Megan and Eddie went to the office and related their days. Eddie recalled his conversation with Irene Clary. He admitted to milking the situation some, just to see if they were going offer what he wanted ask for.
Megan told him that her conversation went about the same. Except that Ms Clary expressed admiration at Megan’s courage. When asked why, Irene described the photos in the newspaper, saying that “a better illustration of the sincerity and commitment to the Project could not be expected. And you looked glorious, Ms Martin. May I call you Megan? After what we’ve shared and seen, ‘Ms Martin sounds so pompous.”
I said that ‘Megan’ was quite all right and that I had not seen the paper. “I’ll get a copy now.”
“Eddie, you are such a rat. I got so hot seeing you nail those girls, seeing me naked in the newspaper knowing doubt that people were staring at my boobs, made me so hot and drippy I could not stand it. It was all I could do not to jill off in the lobby. But I did look good, didn’t I?”
“You are under no such constraints now’ are you. Let’s see that body that every one had admired all day. Is your pussy still wet? Do you want the girls to be playing with each other while the little cunts watch me stick my cock in you?”
“You are killing me! Right now, right here!” she panted.
“Take that gown off! Perch your ass on the desk and spread your legs.” Eddie ordered.
He stepped between her wide legs. “Put it in.” He rammed in all the way as hard as he could. He hit bottom and kept going.
Megan could do nothing except try to breathe. Megan had been so hot all afternoon that his words alone made her come there in the office. When he entered her cunt her mind blanked. She was aware of his dick inside. She was aware that it entered the inner gate. She was aware of her body coming apart and falling back together. She was aware of him filling her up. Then she was not aware.
Megan woke up wearing nipple clamps and her workplace panties. Eddie was tugging her chain.
“Wake up you pretty thing. Time to put on your Director persona. We have young impressionable minds to twist and data to collect. Get that ass in motion before I spank it pink.” Eddie laughed, “I plan to anyway. Come out in five minutes.”
Coach Wilson exited to the gym and a room full of chatting girls. “Dress code for the night is the neck collar from your new suit. You are naked otherwise. Wear your new broach. It looks good on you. You have three minutes. Hop to it.” Eddie had them moving so quickly, the sexy girls had no time to realize what they were doing. He watched the tasty titties and asses zooming around the room. The view was, as always, delightful. It dawned on him that there was no indication the girls had seen the newspaper.
“Lisa, Claire, get the velvet bindings and KY. Franny, get your tape measure. Marti, Janie, you get the plugs, clips and clamps. OK you hotties, we are going to show the new girls what the wall is all about!”
Megan arrived to cheers. The teenagers really admired the young teacher. She was willing to do whatever the teenagers did and look hot and sexy and feminine to boot. “OK girls, those being tested go to the wall. Coach Wilson has provided platforms to equalize your height from the ground. There are extra platforms for Georgette, Thea and Kate.”
“You three, back up to one of the empty spaces, then spread your feet until they touch the sides. Franny, record the distance from their clits to the floor then raise the platforms so that each girl has her twat at the mark on the wall. Now, when we do the strength-resistance test, each subject is working from the same angle.” She was in full Director mode.
“Will the original ten twats please tie the new pussies to the wall in the same manner Coach secured you, legs out arms up, ankles, thighs, stomach, upper arm and wrist. Now, Marti, measure and adjust Franny’s perch. Janie tie her to the wall. Not so tight as to cut circulation, but tight enough to make her aware that she is not in control any more.” Megan turned to Coach Wilson
“You remaining girls, take your places, in alphabetical order. Lisa, Claire, Janie and Marti, tie them up. Ms Martin and I will prepare the ‘apparatus’ as soon as your Director is naked.” The four naked assistants went about their tasks with practiced efficiency. Now fourteen little teenagers were helpless on the wall, and they knew it. “Janie and Claire, please face the powerless cunts on the wall at parade rest. Ms Martin, you will bind their hands, then pull their elbows back enough to push out their tits for everyone to see and pinch.” She did and he did.
Megan and Marti began to prepare the pink plugs with KY. Eddie went ahead, touching, caressing each girl on the wall, playing with clits rolling nipples, generally enjoying the bound and helpless girls. Coach constantly reminded each teenager how he could do anything to them he pleased. How people could see every dirty nasty they wanted him to do. Whenever a plug was ready, he slowly pushed into a steaming cunt, twisting and turning as he worked it in all the way.
He walked back to Ashley and turned her vibrator to low, then proceeded to do the same to Audrey, Becca, Beth, Crysta, Donna, Jen, Melissa, Mika and Nikki. Then the recruits, Georgette, Thea, Kate, and Franny were tuned up. Fourteen vibrators in fourteen teenagers, all in a day’s work at Central University.
Eddie teased every little girl in line, the new girls last. “Marti, go to the office and get two copies of today’s news. Ms Martin, would you get two pairs of nipple clips? When Marti returns, put a pair on her and Lisa. We don’t want them to feel neglected. Ms Martin, I believe we need to catch up on the news. Lisa, be a dear and get the scissors. Thank you.”
Eddie and Megan spread the paper and attacked it with the scissors. A few minutes later, they had cut out the ‘interesting photos. Coach and the Director called for Marti and Lisa and, using the nipple clips, they turned his obedient pets into very cute teenaged bulletin boards. Coach sent them to the line of naked girls, telling his pets to set the pink pussy plugs to high, starting with Ashley. “And please, it would be such a shame if their tasty nipples weren’t as hard as possible.”
“Yes, Master. That would be a terrible thing.” Lisa grinned.
“We promise to do a good job. We’ll make you proud,” said Marti. With wiggling titties, the hotties turned their attention to Ashley. Slowly, the assistants worked the line.
Eddie walked the short distance to the bound Janie and Claire who were worried and excited wondering what Coach would to them. Holding them by their very interested nipples, he led them to the four new girls. Playing with the new girls, Coach turned the vibrators to ‘high’ and watched the helpless teens squirm against the bindings.
Eddie ordered Claire and Janie to stand at parade rest, putting the Director between and about a foot back. He pushed Megan to her knees and pointed to his dick. “Keep that busy for a few minutes.” He started to keep Claire and Janie busy.
“You little cunts, how did you like yesterday? Was it fun bouncing your titties and asses all over town? The guys at the carpenter’s shop loved staring at your nipples. You enjoyed being exposed, didn’t you. Why else would your nipples have been so hard?” he asked, all the playing with their soppy pussies, “Did you want to spread you legs and let them watch you tease your clits?”
“That’s enough, Director. Please hold these drippy twats. We wouldn’t want them to fall down when I fuck their cunts like they let me at the sex store. They were so afraid the perverts were looking, more afraid they weren’t. Now, these dirty girls have a captive audience, bound to watch.”
Bending them over, Eddie eased into one wet pussy and stroked a few, them into the other. Coach alternated until Marti and Lisa had worked over the first ten. He stopped them. “How many came for you?”
“Every single one.” Lisa bragged.
“We left ‘em begging for more.” Marti preened. “What’s next, Master? We still have Franny, Kate, Thea and Georgette to do.”
“Yep,” Lisa agreed, “them we’ll have collected the whole set.”
“Knock ‘em out, my pets. Made very sure they read your cute booby bulletin boards. I don’t think saw how hot they were getting their cunts stuffed at the meeting. Now everybody can see their wet pussies impaled on my cock with the Dean staring.” The new twats gasped and their nipples got harder. “I’ll be back soon to help you relive the thrills but first I need to check the other cunts. This edition went to a third printing.”
Eddie slowly strolled the length of the line. He paused in front of each teenager, telling her how pretty she was, how sexy she looked and how much better a picture would be with his hard dick in her pussy instead if the vibrator. ‘They are ready now’ he grinned to himself as he finally came to Ashley. ‘There’s no way the girls will last long.’
Without a word, he pulled the plug and re-plugged Ashley with his dick. His cock seated perfectly when her clit contacted his hair. She lifted slightly as his knees straightened. On his fourth plunge, he twisted her aching nipples. Ashley came hard and cried out. He stayed buried deep until her pulsing pussy calmed a little.
Eddie pulled out and pushed the pink plug back in effortlessly. He kissed her sweetly and turned the vibrator to ‘low’. He moved on to Audrey, Becca, and Beth with much the same result, except Beth came continuously. He finally had to stop. She was not going to calm down and he didn’t want to come in her cunt.
“Ms Director, please bring your pussy here. I have need of a depository. On your hands and knees, I would appreciate ever so much a piece of your cunt, doggie style.”
“Coach Wilson, how could I refuse since you asked so politely?” Megan dropped into position and wiggled her ass. Eddie knee-walked up and thrust to the bottom, Megan’s back arched as he pounded over and over. He exploded as she spasmed. He pulled out, leaving her on the floor. He resumed his tour with Crysta. She was already moaning before he touched her.
Eddie touched her anyway and touched her quite thoroughly, several times. Crysta was a happy teeny twat. Donna, Jen, and Melissa were very ready. Eddie helped the helpless girls come to the same conclusion as the others.
Coach Wilson, after Melissa tried to drain him, called for Lisa to take Ms Martin’s place, in the same manner. He took her so hard, Lisa thought he was attempting to come out her mouth. She fainted as her orgasm peaked as she felt his cum fill her pussy. He again made her feel special.
Nikki and Mika tried to fuck him as vigorously as he fucked them. All three were nicely pleased at the result. “Franny are you ready to get your leaky twat fucked?” Eddie asked the squirming blond. She had just enough sense left to nod. “My pets, you did an outstanding job no Franny. You do good work. My complements.” Marti and Lisa blushed at the praise.
After Franny, Eddie used Marti to keep from coming in a wall girl. He did not want to influence the test result. Marti got her pussy filled to her delight. “Master, my pussy is happy to be used anyway you wish. Thank you.”
To the three leftovers, “Now. I am going to fuck each of you sluts, now, in front of anyone who wants to watch. And you remember the meeting, how you never tried to escape, you never uttered a word in refusal. You knew people could see what a filthy nasty cunt you are, letting a stranger use you for his pleasure. There you all are in the newspaper, Thea with a fat dick in her dripping pussy, Kate taking it from behind with her tits swaying in full view of the Dean’s wife, and Georgette with her titties reaching for the sky, thinking about her cunt felt being violated by the dick still wet from her trampy friends.”
“And you are secretly proud to be pretty enough to have someone want to do these embarrassing and humiliating to your hot bodies. To have us push your depravity to new limits made you feel like a girl good enough to take that and more. You know that girls are looking at your pictures today wishing they were you, being pushed way past anything they can imagine. We all know you wanted it. I knew you needed to be fucked right there on the table.”
“There you are, getting used as a sex doll, coming like a whore with the world staring, and enjoying the exposure, So now, you get to feel that way again.” He, without another word, pounded them rougher than he had fucked the others. They did all the talking, describing in smutty detail what Coach was doing to their powerless bodies, how deep, hard and fast he shoved his cock into them. They talked through their own orgasm and the spasms of the other two. They kept it up when Eddie was inspired to fuck their cunts again.
Eddie was ready to flood a pussy now. He ordered Megan to plug their pussies again. His dick raging hard, Eddie untied Claire and Janie’s arms. Putting Janie on her back and Claire face down on top of her, pussy to pussy. Getting between the four widespread legs, he proceeded to fuck the hell out of both teenagers. A few strokes in one, then a few in the other, Eddie gave them their turns as fuck toys.
The sheer nastiness and the complete exposure drove the gasping girls into massive orgasms simultaneously. Eddie went over the edge also, pumping some hot semen into both hungry twats.
After he caught his breath, he called for Ms Martin and the assistants to get some drinks and finger food ready to refresh and hydrate the girls on the wall. Claire and Janie, he sent to the locker room to get hand towels so the helpless teens could wipe their hands and faces. Then he went down the line, releasing their wrists and arms, making sure the vibrators were securely inserted, but turned off. He warned them not to touch anything below the belly button. The punishment would be having to go to class with a butt plug in its proper place.
The naked caterers returned from the kitchen with a pile of sandwiches and drinks on a rolling cart. The girls tied to the wall were given food and something to drink. The others served themselves. The girls all talked about what they felt about all the ‘foreplay’ and how it seemed to amplify the slightest sensation.
Director Martin brought the break to an end by telling Coach Wilson that it would be such a waste to have gone through this much effort to set everything up and not collect some Project data.
They had the four helpers gather up the scales, shortened ropes, D-rings, hooks, nipple clamps, leashes and clipboards. The girls on the wall were re-tied. All was in place.
“All the equipment is ready, Coach, shall we proceed?”
‘It really is a good day to know how to be a girl’ she thought.
‘I do not know how I got here, but it sure as hell is good to be me.’ Eddie mused to himself.