David Crane: Do it after school

"You know, Coach Miller – maybe, being colleagues, and all – maybe we could exercise together, sort of collaborate on keeping fit, huh?"

"Errr – how would we…"

"Understand, it wouldn't be like making love. Not a man-and-woman thing. But we could kill two birds with one stone if you exercised your penis in my vagina."

Coach Miller was astonished – and then his jaw closed up again and he began to grin.

And Ida Whicker, without further ado, began to strip off her gym uniform.

If she was a lesbian, it was a shame, Red thought – because Ida had a lovely body. All trim and tight from steady exercise, rippling with sinew, yet with velvet-soft flesh drawn tight to her contours.

Her tits were small, but firm and round and topped by big, rosy tips. Her ass was hard as a rock and her legs looked like they could crush a man's haunches if they locked around him in a scissors grip.

Her cunt-mound was a wide, tawny triangle and, below, her cunt-slot was soaking wet and gaping open. Dyke, or not, this was some lady!

Ida sat on the edge of Red's desk, her bare ass perched on the rim and her legs trailing to the floor, lean thighs wide apart, cunt streaming juices between.

"Exercise me, Coach," she said, panting as if she had already exercised vigorously.

Red moved up, cock jutting up, and stood between Ida's open legs. He thrust his hips forward, shoving his prick into her groin.

She reached down and felt his stiff cock. "Ummm – what a hard muscle you have, Coach," she sighed, in obvious appreciation.

She turned her wrist, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down in her gooey cunt-slot and brushing it against the flaring nub of her cunt.

"Hard and heavy. Why, it's like working out with a fucking barbell!" she squealed.

Red grinned with macho vanity.

He tensed, ready to stuff his cock up her cunt.

"No – don't do anything, Coach. My cunt needs a good workout – let me do it all."

Red stood with his head and shoulders thrown back and his muscular thighs slightly bent and his prick looming out like a vaulter's pole.

Ida fitted his swollen purple cock-head into her coral-pink cunt-slot. She squirmed on the desk, getting limbered up for the exercise.

Then the gym teacher began to work her cunt-muscles with great concentration. Red didn't need to hump at all. Her squeeze box pussy was sucking his cock in all on its own! Her cunt-lips clamped to his cock-stalk and the inner rings tightened, pulling his prick deeper with each contraction.

Red had never fucked such a hot pussy. He stared down and watched his long, thick cock-shaft being sucked in inch by inch. It felt as if she had a hand inside her loins, frigging him in her pussy. Her cuntslot slurped juicily. Her cunt was soaking wet inside, yet so tight, that it felt as if her cunt-sleeve was bonded to the contours of his cock.

Cunt-cream gushed from her pussy, turning her groin to a morass. Trickles unwound down her lean thighs and gooey streams seeped into the crack of her ass. The top of his desk was getting slimy – luckily, there was a blotter there to absorb the overflow.

Her flat belly pumped gently.

Her cunt sucked his cock in balls-deep.

He fondled her hard tits and pulled at the swollen pink tips. He wanted to kiss her, but guessed she would not welcome a sign of affection or emotion.

His thighs braced as, once again, he prepared to throw a cock-thrust into her. But her cunt was gripping his cock so tightly that he couldn't pull back!

"No – don't hump, Coach," Ida panted. "This isn't fucking, remember. Just keep still and let me exercise my pussy-muscles."

All of his prick was buried. Her cunt-lips were glued on the hairy hilt and his big balls were jammed tightly to her trim ass. Her cunt tingled on the base of his cock. She wriggled her ass and hips a bit, but only slightly. Her cunt was doing the job unassisted.

The inner rings of her cunt muscles fluttered up and down on his cock-shaft in sequence, and the core of her cunt was sucking on his cock-knob like a mouth.

Red had never known a sensation like it. It wasn't like fucking, because he wasn't moving at all. It dawned on him that she was getting all of the benefits of this bizarre workout, since he was inactive. But he didn't give a damn about that.

His cock-meat was throbbing inside her, but not sliding in and out. He didn't need the friction of humping. Her cunt was doing the job to perfection. It felt more like a blowjob than a fuck, he thought – and so tight that it was more like ass-fucking than cunt-stuffing.

She tightened her cunt convulsively.

Red groaned. It felt as if she were puffing his prick out by the roots. He could feel the suction all the way back in his asshole.

Pre-cum was dribbling into her pussy now, as the magic massage of her cunt brought him toward the creamy conclusions. She whimpered as she felt the spunky flow seep into her. Her cunt-chute got wetter as she began to melt, yet stayed as tight as ever.

Red wondered what secret methods she used to build up her cunt-muscles. Her pussy could have sucked the batteries out of a flashlight!

"Oh, baby," he groaned, as more precum was pulled from his piss-hole.

Ida glared at him and her pussy missed a pulse on his prick. She wanted no familiarity, no terms of endearment from a man. This was a convenience for Ida, not a love affair.

Red got the picture.

"Break the pain barrier – work it out," he croaked.

Her pussy began to tense rhythmically again, wringing his hot prick-meat. Her momentary displeasure faded and her frown turned to a look of pure passion. His cock felt so lovely in her cunt that Ida even wondered, for a moment, why she was a lesbian.

His pre-cum was drooling out now, in a prelude to the full cum-load. Her clit was exploding on the root of his prick and the depths of her cunt were dissolving on his cock-head. She was getting so hot that he thought his prick might melt in that furry furnace.

"C'mon, Coach – break the tape," she moaned, as her own arousal rose toward the crest.

Red felt his cumming start in his asshole.

His big balls drew up and his jism sped up the core of his cock-shaft and splashed into her cunt in a torrent.

Ida whimpered like a schoolgirl when she felt his cum inside her. Her own climax peaked and her cunt-cum gushed out to mix with his cock-spume. She kept on working her inner pussy-muscles, milking him off to the dregs as she worked herself through her own sweet spasms.

She drained him dry, and he sagged.

He would have stopped humping then – if he had ever been humping to begin with.

Ida continued the meat-massage until she had finished her own volatile creaming. His balls hung down now like punctured balloons and his prick began to soften and diminish inside her pussy.

Yet her cunt was so tight that even as he lost his hard-on and went limp, she still clutched his cock as firmly as ever.

Her prowess impressed him.

She seemed pleased by his equipment, too.

"Good workout, Coach," she said.

The sexy girl who had been indirectly responsible for a football coach and a gym teacher working up a good, healthy sweat together instead of practicing vile and abominable acts of self-abuse was walking down the street with a young boy who had wasted plenty of spunk while he savored fantasies about her.

Johnny was shy and nervous, but Sheena was bold as could be and even slipped her hand into his – the one he jerked off with, as a matter of fact.

"You like me, Johnny?" she purred. "Oh, yeah!" he enthused. "I've seen you staring at me," she said.

She lowered her eyes demurely, but her smile was elfin and erotic, lips slightly parted and the tip of her tongue showing. "I bet you're a horny guy, huh?"