A Panty Thief Gets Caught
by missouri2725
Don Finney watched through the vent louvers in the supply closet door as Lindsay McDowell unhooked her bra and shrugged the straps off her powerful shoulders. Her firm tits jiggled only slightly as she bent, grasped the waistband of her black bikini panties and pulled them down over her wide hips and muscular thighs. She stepped out of them, then bent down to pick them up, her back to Don, giving him a wonderful view of her ass and her pussy lips, peeking out from between her legs. Like almost all of the girls on the university swim team, she was completely shaved.
Lindsay was a senior co-captain, and was usually one of the first swimmers to arrive for practice. After tossing her bra and panties in her gym locker with the jeans and top she had already taken off, she pulled on her tank suit and headed to the pool. Don waited a minute, listening intently, then opened the closet door and walked quickly to Lindsay's locker. He cautiously lifted the locker handle and opened it, reaching in to snatch the panties off the pile of clothes at the bottom of the locker.
Don scurried back to the closet and pulled the door closed behind him. His hands were trembling slightly as he turned the panties inside out and held them up to his nose, inhaling deeply. Jesus, what a smell -- strong, pungent. It was a warm day, and Lindsay had been wearing tight jeans, so part of the smell was sweat. But there was something more -- something very, very female.
The janitor unbuttoned his dark green uniform pants and pulled them down. His cock and dark pubic hair were plainly visible through the sheer pink full-cut panties he was wearing. He pulled his panties down far enough to release his half-erect penis and carefully wrapped the fabric of Lindsay's black bikinis around its shaft. For some reason, Don always used panties to masturbate with. That was how he had learned as a teenager, and he still did it that way. He had to have nylon or silk ones, or some other smooth fabric -- there was too much friction when you tried to use cotton ones.
Suddenly, the closet door flew open. "Caught you, you thief!" Lindsay shouted. She wasn't alone either -- the swim team coach and a couple of other girls crowded around her, staring at the short, skinny man who looked back at them open-mouthed, pants around his ankles, and a pair of black panties wrapped around his suddenly limp dick.
"I knew it had to be him stealing all the panties, Coach," Lindsay said gleefully. "He's always sneaking around here. All you have to do is look at him and you know he's some kind of pervert."
"Goddamn it!" Coach Glynn said. She was a tall, heavily-muscled 35-year-old woman -- almost six feet tall and weighing maybe 170 or 180 pounds. She had shared a house with the head volleyball coach for several years, and everyone assumed they were gay. "He's wearing my panties -- I missed them the other day and couldn't figure out how in the world I could have lost them."
Coach Glynn, Lindsay, and the other two girls -- a tall, thin freshman swimmer named Beth, and an even slighter gymnast named Nikki who had sprained her ankle severely while practicing a new dismount, and who came to the gym every day to check in with the trainer and use the whirlpool -- stared at the pink panties, which Don had pulled down to mid-thigh.
The Coach reached in and grabbed Don by the arm and pulled him out of the closet. "Hey!" he shouted, almost tripping over the pants down around his ankles. He was only five-foot-six at most, and weighed no more than 130 pounds, and he was powerless to resist the much stronger woman.
"You were jacking off with my panties, weren't you?" Lindsay demanded, grabbing his other arm and yanking her bikinis out his hand. His cock was now totally deflated, so small that it looked barely larger than a child's. When Don's penis was hard, it was a respectable size, although probably a bit smaller than average -- but when he was soft, he was tiny. He tried to cover himself but the two women wouldn't let him. "You filthy little jerk!" (Lindsay almost said "filthy little faggot," but remembered that Coach Glynn was there just in time.) "Wearing one pair of panties and jacking off that pathetic little dick of your with another pair. You better not have gotten any cum on my panties and ruined them -- you'll have to buy me some new ones if you did."
"Beth, look around in that closet," Coach Glynn commanded. Beth flipped the light switch on and began to look around the supply closet, which was almost as large as a small bedroom. There were a couple of mops and buckets in a corner, metal shelves holding various cleaning products, and a folding aluminum-framed cot with a small metal footlocker at one end. There was a door leading to the men's locker room opposite the one to the women's. "Check what's in that footlocker."
Beth bent down and lifted the lid of an army-surplus-style metal footlocker. A large pile of woman's panties -- white, pink, blue, red, flowered, striped -- were immediately visible. She recognized one forest-green pair from Victoria's Secret that she had lost a few weeks earlier. "How many pairs did you steal, you freak?" Lindsay shouted.
Beth stirred through the pile of stolen panties -- a subtle but unmistakable aroma of female perspiration and pussy juice caused her nostrils to flare slightly as she did so -- and found some glossy magazines and . . .
"Oh my God," Lindsay said. "Are those dildos?"
"Yes. Dildos, and butt plugs, too," Beth said as she carefully held up a short but very thick black butt plug by its base.
"Get your ass in here," Coach Glynn hissed, yanking Don back into the closet. "Beth, run across the hall to my office and get the videocamera out of my locker. Hurry."
Lindsay was going through the footlocker. "Look at these magazines -- Crossdressing Sluts, Men In Lingerie -- so you have a real thing for men in women's panties, don't you, Don? And what have we here?"
Lindsay held up a brand-new strap-on dildo and belt, still in the original packaging. "You little motherfucker," Coach Glynn bellowed. "You stole that out of my office! I got that for --"
She suddenly stopped and looked at Lindsay and Nikki, blushing furiously. A second later, Beth returned with the videocamera. "Shut the door, Beth," the coach hissed. "We're going to teach this little sissyboy a lesson."
The coach stepped behind Don and grabbed him in a half-nelson. "Lindsay, take his pants all the way off. Stuff my panties in his mouth and wrap some of that masking tape around him to make sure he stays gagged."
While Lindsay was gagging the helpless man, the coach grabbed a heavy extension cord hanging from a hook on the wall and bound his upper arms behind his back. Then she took the roll of masking tape from Lindsay and wrapped his wrists with it several times. The coach pushed Don down on the cot on his back, his eyes wide with fear and humiliation.
"If he wants to be a woman so much, let's show him what it's like to get fucked by a big hard cock, " Coach Glynn said to Lindsay. "You caught him, so be my guest -- unless you want me to do it instead."
Lindsay was holding the package with the long and very realistic double-ended rubber cock and its harness. She looked at the instructions -- when it was attached to the harness properly, about a foot protruded out in front, but six inches or so were left to fit up into the cunt of the woman wearing the harness. That part curved up nicely to hit the g-spot, and there was a nice little bump on top that looked like it would do a good job on the wearer's clit. "I'd love to use it on him, coach," she said, looking down at Don.
She peeled off her tank suit and stepped into the harness. Coach Glynn tore open the strap-on package and pulled out a small tube of lube that was included with it. The coach squeezed a glob of lube on both ends of the two-headed dildo, then helped insert the short end of the strap-on into Lindsay's pussy. "How does that feel? Is it lubed enough?" Coach Glynn asked.
"Shit, yes, Coach," Lindsay answered, squatting slightly and rotating the dildo until it slid all the way up into place. The Coach was looking at her intently, her glance occasionally flicking downward to take in Lindsay's erect nipples. She started to say something, then seemed to think better of it.
Lindsay adjusted the straps so the foot-long strap-on was properly positioned. The huge rubbery cock protruding from her crotch was a bizarre yet very sexy complement to her shapely, compact tits and lovely face. "Beth -- you and Nikki grab a leg and pull it back so his ass is wide open for me." The younger girls did as they were commanded, so Don's asshole was exposed and open for Lindsay.
"Look at his little dick getting hard," Coach Glynn said, grabbing it and giving it a rough squeeze. "You're looking forward to having that dildo buried all the way in his ass, aren't you?" Don blushed. "Answer me, you sissy!" the powerful woman shouted. "You want your asspussy reamed, don't you?" Don nodded quickly, sweat showing on his upper lip and forehead.
Lindsay took a condom out of her bag and rolled it down over the dildo, then squeezed more lube on it. "We don't want to get this wonderful toy all filthy from your asshole so we can't use it again,' she told him. She positioned the head so it was just touching Don's crinkled little asshole, pushed the head into him, then paused for a second before forcing another couple of inches up inside his tight hole. Don breathed in sharply, and squirmed trying to adjust to the condom-covered rubber cock that was filling his rectum. Lindsay put a hand around the end of the dildo that was inside her pussy and adjusted it slightly. She pulled back slightly, then thrust forward, sinking another few inches deeper. Coach Glynn slid her hand down her shorts and started masturbating, unconcerned that the others could see her playing with herself.
Soon Lindsay had buried all twelve inches of the replica cock in Don's ass, and was fucking him with long, smooth strokes. Beth and Nikki watched the dildo sliding in and out with fascination -- they would have joined Coach Glynn and masturbated, too, but they had their hands full holding Don's legs in place.
After a few minutes, Lindsay pushed the strap-on all the way in and left it there, grinding on the end that was in her pussy. She put two fingers on her clit and rubbed it furiously, cumming only seconds later. "Yes!" she barked, over and over. Coach Glynn stared hungrily at her as she rubbed her own clit. Don was equally fascinated by the young woman's surrender to the powerful orgasm -- he was fully erect now, and wished desperately his hand were free so he could stroke his cock and make it shoot cum.
Lindsay pulled out and leaned back against the wall, a slightly dazed look on her face. Coach Glynn walked over to her and helped unfasten the harness from Lindsay's waist, the slowly pulled the dildo out of her pussy. "My turn, you little pantyboy," she growled. "Don't expect me to be as gentle."
The coach pulled her polo shirt off, then her sports bra. She had relatively good-sized tits, although they didn't look that large in relation to her broad, powerfully-built upper body. Her dark-brown aureola were a good two or three inches in diameter, and her thick nipples were standing out proudly. She pulled down her khaki shorts to reveal a pair of full-cut, pale-pink panties just like the ones Don had stolen.
When she pulled the panties down, the girls were amazed to see that one of her pussy lips was pierced by a heavy gold ring, with a small gold heart hanging from it. Beth could see that something was engraved on the heart, but couldn't make it out. The coach's pussy was shaved, but really she needed to shave again -- the heavy stubble extended well down the inside of her thighs and up to within a couple of inches of her belly button.
She casually stepped into the harness and pushed the shorter end of the two-headed dildo all the way up her cunt with one motion, sighing contentedly as it slid into place. "Ready for your man to fuck that tight little asspussy with his big hard cock, Don?" Coach Glynn asked. "Or should I say Donna? Let's call you Donna from now on. I mean, you must be a girl, because you like to wear women's panties and have big cocks fuck your hole."
The amazonish woman stepped closer to Don and swiped the tip of the strap-on cock around the rim of his asshole, which was shiny from lube. She bent forward slightly and placed the head of the dildo at the entrance to Don's rectum, pushing it in just far enough to seat the head in place. "Get ready for the best fuck of your life, Donna," she said, then bent her knees and thrust her pelvis forward, driving the rubber cock all the way into Don's ass. He moaned loudly -- whether from discomfort or pleasure or a little bit of both wasn't really clear.
What was clear to the three athletes was that Coach Glynn knew what to do with a strap-on. None of the three girls were virgins, and although the two younger ones weren't that experienced, they had had intercourse with enough partners to know that the coach fucked Don's ass just like a man fucked a woman's pussy . . . or just like a long-time lesbian would fuck her partner's pussy with a strap-on dildo.
The powerful woman was desperately horny from watching Lindsay in action, and she started fucking Don's ass hard and deep. Each inward thrust pushed the other end of the dildo against her g-spot, driving her closer and closer to cumming. She pinched her nipples, then pulled on them, stretching them further than Beth and Nikki thought possible.
Don's cock -- maybe 4 or at most 5 inches long -- stood straight up from his belly. Coach Glynn flicked it with her finger. "Is Donna's clit hard?" she asked. Then she grabbed his testicles and squeezed them -- not too hard, but hard enough to hurt. Don squirmed, trying to pull himself away from her gripping hand, but there was no place for him to go.
The coach leaned forward so her face was closer to his and her tits hung straight down, jiggling violently with each thrust of her hips. The front of her pelvis banged hard against Don's asscheeks as each stroke hit bottom. Don was helpless -- a mere toy for the women to play with -- perhaps feeling exactly like a petite woman feels when a big, strong man bangs away at her pussy, conscious only of his own need to cum, caring little for what she is feeling.
Beth reached out one hand and tentatively palmed the coach's soft, hanging tit, feeling the hard nipple against her hand. Coach Glynn closed her eyes and smiled contentedly, then looked at Beth. "You like my tit, Beth? Go ahead -- squeeze it and pull it all you want -- harder -- that nipple is plenty tough -- you ought to see how it gets treated usually." Nikki reached up and grabbed the coach's other tit and began to work over the nipple. Lindsay leaned up against the wall, watching the whole scene, one hand gently cupping her right tit, while she languidly stroked the wet slit between her swollen pussy lips with the index finger of her other hand, stopping at the top of each stroke to circle her hard clit.
The coach continued to ram the dildo deeply into Don's ass. She batted his cock back and forth with her open hand, not slapping him hard enough to hurt, but just to watch the stiff cock bounce back, sort of like one of the weighted blow-up Bozo the Clown dolls that always came back upright after you punched it. After a few slaps, she would squeeze and tug on his balls.
There was something magnificent about the way Coach Glynn's body was moving, Nikki thought to herself. She was like a thoroughbred horse, or a well-designed machine. She had fucked Don longer than most men would have been able to fuck a tight pussy or asshole without ejaculating, and she showed no sign of fatigue. When she spoke, it was clear she wasn't short of wind -- she spoke in complete sentences, not short bursts of words interrupted by ragged breaths.
"I love to fuck Donna's asspussy -- it's so tight. And it feels so nice to slap up against her pretty ass." The coach was almost cooing at Don. "Look at her lovely little nipples." The coach brushed a fingernail over Don's nipple, then circled it slowly. "I need to cum so bad, Donna -- you're making me feel so good inside. What a great little fuck you are, baby. I'm glad you stole my panties -- so glad."
The three girls picked up an unexpected note of tenderness in the coach's voice. "Now I'm going to cum, Donna. Watch me cum, sweetheart." The coach looked Don directly in the eye, then slowly moved a hand down to her clit and started to rub as she continued thrusting.
It didn't take long -- the mental and physical stimulation of the whole bizarre experience had brought the powerful woman so close to orgasm already. She sank all the way into Don's ass, then stood on her toes, trying to get the end of the dildo that was in her pussy in just the right spot. "Shit, Donna, there it is," she half-whispered, and rubbed her clit a bit faster before suddenly pulling her hand away like she had touched something hot. "Oh, God, I'm cumming, sweetheart. Oh, God, that is nice. Shit, that is good."
Don's expression was desperate -- he grunted urgently through his gag. "Don't worry, Donna,' the coach said with a calm smile on her face. "I'll take care of my best girl." She pulled almost all the way out of Don's ass, then drove the dildo all the way in, wrapping her palm tightly around the head of Don's cock and stroking downward at the same time.
Don's belly bucked up to meet her hand, and as she completed her stroke, a strand of cum spurted out of the tip of his hard little cock, seemed to hang in mid-air for a split second, then fell back on his cock and Coach Glynn's hand. The coach squeezed the shaft hard between contractions, and each time she let go, another spurt of cum flowed out of the tip of Don's cock. Lindsay quietly came for the second time as she watched the coach milk the cum out of Don's hard little cock. It was all Nikki could do not to pull her shorts down and masturbate her sopping wet pussy, too. Beth hadn't been so excited since she had been tied naked to a tree by some girlfriends when she was younger, and then stared at and touched by several boys her friends had called to come see her.
"Take his gag off, girls," the coach said. Beth and Nikki let Don's legs down, and unwrapped the masking tape from around his mouth. The coach reached in pulled her panties out of Don's mouth. "Lindsay, get the camera and videotape this, please."
Coach Glynn took her sperm-covered fingers off Don's softening cock and held them to his face. "Clean off my fingers, Donna," she said. "Eat your cum, sweetie. You love to eat your cum, don't you, Donna?"
"Yes, ma'am," Don croaked, his throat dry from the gag. He licked the coach's fingers enthusiastically.
"That's a good girl, " she said removing her fingers from his mouth. Then she eased the dildo out of Don's ass, loosened the harness, and pulled the other end out of her pussy. She rolled the condom off the end that had been inside Don, and dropped it in a trash can. "Now I want you to clean my cum off," she said, positioning the other end in front of his mouth. The room already smelled like sex, but the pungent aroma of the coach's swollen and aroused pussy cut through the other smells. Don sniffed, then stuck his tongue and began to lap delicately at the cuntjuice-covered dildo like a cat lapping up cream. He hummed softly as he cleaned off the rubber cock. "Your pussyjuice is so delicious, ma'am. I love the taste of it. Please, may I taste it again sometime?"
The big woman smiled down at the short, delicately-built man. "Of course you can, Donna," she said. "Of course you can, sweetie."
About a week later, Nikki ran into Beth in the large locker-room group shower. Nikki looked admiringly at her long, elegant back and slim, round buttocks, but didn't realize it was Beth until she turned around, revealing teacup-sized breasts and a lovely shaved pubic mound. "Hi," Beth said. "How's your ankle?"
"Better," Nikki said. "Not there yet, but getting close."
"Good," Beth answered, holding her long arms up to rinse off under her arms, and taking in Nikki's compact but strong gymnast's body, similar to her own but a little less elongated. "So did you hear about Coach Glynn and that Don guy?"
"No," Nikki said, thinking back to the scene in the closet. She thought about it almost every night when she went to bed, usually masturbating as she pictured Lindsay, then Coach Glynn fucking the small, tied-up janitor's ass. "What about them?"
"I heard from Lindsay that he has moved in with Coach Glynn and the volleyball coach, and he is like their servant or slave or something. He wears women's clothes all the time, and does God knows what."
"Oh my God," Nikki giggled. "You know, it looked like the coach was really getting into fucking him with that strap-on. And the way he licked her juice off the dildo was so weird -- I think they both were so turned on."
"I wonder if she has fucked him since -- " Beth stopped in mid-sentence and turned her head away as Coach Glynn stepped around the corner and joined them in the shower. The coach smiled and nodded at Nikki, turned on the faucets, and squirted some liquid soap in her palm. She lathered up her breasts and belly, then squatted slightly and washed between her legs. Beth didn't see the piercing -- the coach must have taken off the gold ring and heart before using the group shower.
Beth felt the coach looking at her, and she jerked her eyes up from the big woman's crotch to look at her face. "What do you wonder, Beth?" Coach Glynn said with an amused look on her face. Beth blushed and said nothing.
"Coach Frankel -- we share a house, as you may know -- actually, we share a bedroom, too -- did you know that?" Coach Glynn's smile got even broader. She rubbed shampoo into her short, spiky hair and scrubbed vigorously. "Anyway, we're having a party this Saturday for some of our nearest and dearest friends -- all women, of course. How would you two like to join us?"
Beth and Nikki didn't know what to say. "Lindsay is the only other student I'm inviting," the coach said. "We have the most marvelous new maid and housekeeper whose taking care of the hors d'oeuvres, and drinks, and entertainment. She cooks and cleans and helps bathe us and get us dressed, and does all kinds of special little things to make us feel nice, you know -- she is really marvelous."
The coach ducked her hair under the shower head to rinse off the shampoo. "Her name is Donna," she said. "I'll expect to see you around eight Saturday night. And just come in casual clothes -- there's really no reason to dress up."