David Crane: Do it after school

Following their rigorous training session, Coach Miller had graciously offered to drive Ida Whicker, the girls' gym teacher, home.

She accepted and they left the school together and went off in his car, sitting at a proper distance, as was only befitting teachers.

It was pure chance that Ida lived in the same neighborhood as Johnny and Sheena.

They were halfway to her apartment building when her eyes suddenly widened slightly.

She was staring at Red Miller's crotch. A fat tubular cock-bulge was showing prominently in his pants.

"Why, Coach Miller – I do believe that your penis muscle is still taut and tense," she said.

He leered at her.

"It could use another massage," he croaked.

Ida smiled to show her willingness to oblige him. Fellow healthy fanatics, they were in accord.

"Can we work out at your place?" he asked.

"I'm afraid not," Ida sighed. "My roommate will be home, and she doesn't understand about how beneficial these exercises are."

In fact, she did – but only with a dildo, since she was more deviate and one dimensional than Ida, and only worked out on Ida's face.

"Damn! My wife is home, too," he said.

Ida hated the thought of going home to her lesbian lover while her colleague still had a hard-on.

"Why don't you pull over, Coach?" she suggested. "We can't have a proper session in the car – but you can exercise your penis in my mouth."

That prospect was so pleasing that Coach Miller would have had to halt the car, regardless. He was in no condition to be driving.

He pulled over in a place where no prying eyes could see them.

Not from the houses, at least. He didn't know that two of their students would be walking down that street soon.

He turned the ignition off, glanced around, decided they had enough privacy and opened his pants, hauling his cook and balls out.

Ida eyed the cock-meat hungrily.

"I didn't know you blew," he said.

She looked affronted.

"I certainly don't!" she snapped. The coach was flustered and puzzled.

"But, you said…"

"I didn't say I was going to blow you, Coach," she explained. "I'm not a cocksucker, for heaven's, sake. That's disgusting!"

He shook his head in confusion. She looked amused by his density.

"I said that you could exercise your penis in my mouth – I didn't say anything about sucking. There's a big difference, you know."

Red Miller couldn't see much difference. But he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, either, and he waited for her to clarify it.

"If you want to manage your meat and get your balls emptied off again, Coach, you're more than welcome to do it in my mouth," she explained, with a sort of benign tolerance, as if instructing a dim-witted pupil.

Miller was hanging on every word and looked rather dim-witted, himself. He knew about forward passes and end rims, but he didn't know much about bisexual logic.

"It isn't healthy for you to walk around with a set of bloated balls – so you should drain them off, like you were doing when I walked into your office."

He looked sheepish about having been caught jacking off.

"And, since I'm here – well, semen is very beneficial in a proper diet, you know. It's wholesome and nutritious and packed full of vitamins and trace elements. I'm sure I should drink more of it than I do – but, since I'm not a cock-sucker, I don't get a chance very often. It's not something you can buy at the health store, like yogurt."

"I see," Miller said, nodding – although it was too deep for him and sounded suspiciously like philosophy, which was taboo to a coach.

"So if you want to go ahead and masturbate, I'll take the head in my mouth and you can give me a drink. It'll be good for both of us – as long as you don't expect me to do anything sordid like sucking."

"Okay – get down there," he grunted. She stooped over his groin willingly.

He folded his fist around his thick cockshaft and tugged down, pulling the foreskin back and making the purple cock-knob flare out naked.

Ida engulfed his cock-knob in her mouth.

"Ummmmmm!" she purred.

It seemed to Coach Miller that her hot, wet mouth was softly sucking on the flushed head of his prick. But he could have been mistaken.

"Massage your penis muscle work out," she mumbled on her mouthful of cock-meat.

He began to jack off very slowly into her mouth, wanting to make it last…

That was when two kids came along and, curious, sneaked up and looked into Coach Miller's car.

"Holy shit!" Johnny gasped.

"I don't believe it," Sheena said, and she giggled in a girlish way.

Her own taste buds were still tingling with a spunky flavor, but she was still amazed to see her gym teacher with a mouthful of prick.

"I thought she was gay," Sheena whispered.

Sheena had often flaunted her naked body to Miss Whicker and gotten a smoldering look from the woman. Now she saw that the gym teacher must be a switch-hitter. Sheena was suitably impressed.

But Johnny was indignant.

Coach Miller had warned him a dozen times about the need to exercise willpower and avoid the temptations that led to debilitating self-abuse.

And here was Coach Miller steadily jacking his own sturdy prick!

It wasn't right!

What kind of a role model was he?

Still, to give the coach the benefit of the doubt, he was beating his meat into a sexy woman's mouth.

Maybe that wasn't self-abuse, after all. And it was sort of educational, as well.

Johnny and Sheena huddled together, cuddling and feeling each other up and getting horny all over again, as they peeked on the football coach and the girls' gym teacher who were working out in such a peculiar way.

Miller pulled his big fist up his cock-shaft and gently bumped against Ida's parted lips, then pumped back and nudged the heel of his hand against his hairy balls.

The head of his cock pulsed in and out like an inhaling lung in Ida's mouth. She blew down his prick as the knob flared and bulged, as if giving his prick the kiss of life – or maybe practicing some form of arcane aerobics on his muscular fucker.

Her drool ran down his cock and lubricated the steady stroking of his palm and closed fingers.

He felt a glob of pre-cum run from his open piss-hole and dribble onto her tongue.

"You like that, baby?" he rasped.

But Ida certainly wouldn't admit it.

"It's nutritious," she murmured, her throat working as she swallowed the slippery cock-lube. "And don't call me baby."

Miller put his free hand on the back of her head and tried to coax her to swallow down on his cock-lance, but Ida steadfastly refused to take more than the cock-head in, determined not to give him a blowjob. Still, her mouth felt lovely on his prick-knob and the coach was not going to complain.

Too, he could have sworn that she was sucking, whether she would admit it or not.

He skimmed his fist up lightly, then clamped his grip tighter and jacked off savagely. More drool streamed down his cock-shaft, threaded through with gooey streaks of his pre-cum.

"Ummmmmm! It's-it's…" she sputtered, almost forgetting herself in the heat of the moment.

But she came to her senses just in time and made no mention of how delicious his cock lube tasted.

"It's like yogurt and wheat germ," she said.

She came up for air.

Her face stayed over his stiff prick, turned down. Blobs of pre-cum dribbled from her parted lips and fell onto the head of his prick, almost sizzling when they hit the hot prick-meat. She stared down at his wet cock and licked her lips, and ingested a little pre-cum.

Then she sucked his cock-knob in again. Coach Miller was ready to get his rocks off at any moment, needing only a few cum strokes. Instead, he stopped frigging for a little while, holding his cock well down at the base.