"Thank you, Sallie," Estelle said at last. "That was great."

SG released her from her bonds and they sat in the bed, embracing tenderly.

"What can I do for you?" Estelle asked.

SG didn't answer. She was thinking of the chair with the big, studded dildo.



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Relations between Marston and Lackanooka were cool and formal. The young men at Lackanooka were, on the whole, a bad lot - students who would never be accepted at any of the better colleges because of their poor high school grades or, in some cases, their police records. The faculty, administration and board of Marston, by contrast, were convinced that their girls were as good as any who attended snooty East Coast colleges.

Still, there were practical considerations that required some contact between the schools. One was Marston's lack of adequate athletic facilities. Lackanooka had a football field and track that happened to be within easy walking distance of Marston. So arrangements had been made that, in exchange for a small fee, the Marston girls could use the field two afternoons a week, when the Lackanooka men didn't need it.

Miss Toopermann and Miss Glute, the athletic director, made clear to the girls that they were never to go to the field except on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons and were to leave immediately at any other time if any Lackanooka men showed up.

SG had signed up for volleyball, without much enthusiasm, and for the track team. Miss Glute asked her what distance she wanted to run.

"The hundred-yard dash," said SG. "And the mile."

Miss Glute lowered her clipboard and glared at her. "Well, which is it going to be? Are you a sprinter or a distance runner?"

"Both," said SG, with a hint of impertinence in her voice.

"No one runs the hundred and the mile, at least not competitively."

"I can," insisted SG. She was on dangerous ground here. She didn't want to back down, but if she showed even a fraction of her running ability, it would arouse suspicion.

"Okay, Miss Gale," said Miss Glute, with a grim smile. "Let's see what you can do."

SG spent the afternoon running just fast enough to finish second in every 100-yard heat, then decided to have a little fun in the mile, finishing 30 yards ahead of the number two runner.

Miss Glute was stunned - and not entirely pleased.

"You've proved your point, Miss Gale. But there's something fishy here."

At 4 o'clock, she blew two blasts on her whistle and it was time for the girls to get back to Marston.

SG slipped away from the group and waited beneath the bleachers until they were gone. She needed to do some real running. She came back out to the track and took a sprinter's stance.

"Nice ass," came a familiar voice from behind her.

She turned and found herself facing Louie. He was alone this time.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I know we're supposed to be off the field."

"No, don't worry. I'm glad you're here." He smiled. "Maybe we can finish what we started at O'Malley's."

SG flushed. "You'd better not try it," she said, struggling to control her emotions.

"Come here," he said. "Come here, I'm not going to hurt you."

She knew she should turn and leave. Instead, she stepped toward him.

"You're beautiful. The best looking girl at Marston. And I'm going to fuck you one day. You know that, and I know that. So let's do a down payment today."

He unzipped his pants and pulled out a huge prick. It was already getting hard. "Kneel," he said.

SG looked into his eyes. She was filled with rage and humiliation - and something else, something she had never felt before.

She knelt.

He moved closer, until his dick was only inches from her face.

"Suck it," he said softly. "Suck it til I cum, then swallow it."

SG was amazed at herself as she reached up and grabbed the base of his prick, then put her lips around the head.