Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2008 04:13:52 -0800 (PST)
From: zebra_b0b@yahoo.com
Subject: Hastings Cummings (authoritarian, watersports)

Hastings Cummings
By
ZebraBob

Coach Hastings was a gruff, tough as dirt, no nonsense kind of guy. I only
had him for gym class, where he'd work you like a dog. I could only imagine
what the guys on the football team had to go thru. Having gym as my last
class of the day, if it was off season, it wasn't unusual for Coach
Hastings to hit the showers as we were leaving. As formidable as Coach
appeared to be on the court, the field or track in his uniform of football
shorts and sports shirt with the school logo on it, in the showers he was
even more so. If you get my meaning! There was definitely more to respect
the man for than just his coaching of winning teams.

 While I wasn't a jock, I did have some athletic ability which didn't
escape his notice, but despite continued attempts to get me to go out for
one of his teams I never did. Someone else, whose notice I didn't escape
was that of Patricia Hastings, the coach's daughter. She was a junior, just
like I was and a cheerleader...a smoking hot cheerleader! We had the same
art class during fifth period and during one assignment, she'd asked me for
some help on her project. We were supposed to do a sculpture and she was
having a tough time getting started. I suggested instead of trying to
sculpt in clay and making something stagnant to try something abstract and
free, at least that way it would be harder for the teacher to tell if she
did something wrong.

 After that day in class, we hit a couple of thrift stores looking for just
a bunch of odd and funky cheap shit that she could use for her project. We
then spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out and talking while sitting
in her garage and snipping the straight lengths from a bag full of wire
hangers that she'd bought for two bucks.  By the time the project was due,
we'd spent seemingly countless hours together talking and getting to know
one another while she toiled away with a hot glue gun, pliers and spray
paint.  The teacher gave her an A- and Patricia got an amazing sculpture to
hang on her wall. I was damned impressed too, not only with her artwork,
but with the fact that we started going out together.

 Again, I wasn't a jock and her dating me kind of went against some
unwritten code of the cheerleaders, who gave her some shit for it, until
they saw how well I treated her and wasn't like most of their possessive,
over bearing, thoughtless boyfriends. I also caught shit for going out with
her. Her dad sure did seem to have it out for me during gym class, but I
was determined to take whatever he dished out. It was some of the jocks
that really gave me the hardest of times. For the most part, I just ignored
them, I wasn't going to stoop down to their level. Altho' there was the
time after they vandalized my locker that I snuck into the gym before they
arrived for practice and doused the ringleader's jockstraps with itching
powder. But it was Patricia's old boyfriend who crossed the line and
punched me. Actually, it wasn't the punch that set me off, or the couple
that followed after it. It was when he saw that he couldn't get me to fight
back and he started bad mouthing Patricia. If you wanted to be specific
about it, it was when he called her a cunt that I didn't hold back
anymore. He was expecting me to strike at his face, so I surprised him with
a side kick to his knee and as he went down in pain, I followed thru with
that strike to his face, breaking his nose and knocking his lights out.

 I stood there in a defense position waiting for his jock buddies to
retaliate, but instead they just stood there in fear, not sure if I'd just
knocked him out or killed him. That's when Coach Hastings appeared from out
of nowhere. I knew that I was in deep shit for fighting and more than
likely in w-a-y deeper shit for injuring one of his star players. Coach
Hastings checked on his downed player, accessed his injuries and then
ordered his fellow players to haul him to the field house while he called
an ambulance. We stood there for a moment in silence before I started to
speak.

 "I'm sorry Coach...I tried to not fight him."

 "I know. I saw, and I commend you for that."

 "Then you heard what he said about Patricia."

 "Yep."

...

 "Am I in trouble?"

 "Not by me boy."

 "But he's one of your star players."

 "He's an asshole who got what he deserved!...And even without that knee
injury he's off the team."

 "But won't his folks...?"

 "Don't worry about them. As far as they're concerned, it'll be an onfield
injury during practice. I'll make sure of that."

 "But what about him, won't he...?"

 "Listen, if he can and wants to play ball next year, it'll have to be at
another school...and do you think any Coach will take him on if they know
what that little shithead said about his coach's daughter?...It`ll be
alright, don`t worry about it...Oh and, by the way. Thanks."

 "For what?"

 "For saving my job. If you hadn't clocked him, I sure as fuck would have!"

 "Coach!"

 As I sat in Coach's office, applying an ice pack to my jaw I wondered if
he would have been so understanding if he knew that his daughter and I were
screwing like rabbits whenever we could find the opportunity.  Hell, I was
heading out to meet up with her at one of our special spots when I'd been
side tracked by the jerk squad.

 We did meet up later and Patricia wasn't happy that I'd been in a fight,
especially with her old boyfriend, but when she found out what he'd said, I
got one of the hottest blowjobs that I'd ever experienced.

 Things were going great at school after that. The jocks left me alone,
Coach Hastings was still rough and tough in gym class but wasn't riding me
harder than anybody else. So of course, that wasn't going to last.

One of the things that I loved about Patricia was her adventurous spirit,
especially when it came to sex.

She was also a regular daredevil in terms of places to have sex. We'd
screwed ourselves silly all over town.

Construction sites, abandoned buildings, alleys, over grown lots, down by
the river, out in the woods, but what really got her going was public
bathrooms, particularly men's bathrooms. We'd fucked naked in the stalls,
standing at the urinals and with her butt perched on the edge of the
sink. A number of times, we just about got caught, but managed to duck into
a toilet stall with her sitting in my lap. I tell ya, the way her tight
little pussy would clench around my hard dick as we listened to some guy
pissing just feet away made the whole risk well worth it.

 That was another interesting thing about Patricia. She got really turned
on by piss. Be it pissing while I watched, my pissing while she watched,
hell even pissing on each other. Discovering how much just pissing turned
her on, soon led us to tasting each other's piss and then out and out
drinking straight from the tap. She even got off when I would slide my dick
up her ass and give her a piss enema! She was a hot little vixen and there
wasn't much that I wouldn't do to please her.

 It was during one of our little outings to find a new toilet to play in
that I found my limits were further than I thought. We nearly passed right
on by an old gas station in a little out of the way town not too far from
ours . It had definitely seen better days but was still in operation and
best of all, the toilets were located on the far side of the
building. Parking in a space on the same side as the toilets, I got out of
the car and checked to see if I would have to go get a key to unlock the
door. I was surprised to find the door unlocked and after I opened the door
I ducked my head inside to check it for suitability. There wasn't anybody
inside so I signaled that the coast was clear. In moments, Patricia was out
of the car and standing excitably beside me as we entered. The bathroom was
surprisingly clean and had the lingering smell of a lemon scented
disinfectant and stale piss. We had to walk around a short wall to find the
two sinks on the other side of the wall, a long, well used urinal trough on
our left and two toilet stalls after that. There was a wall mounted light
just above the two sinks and a single bulb dangling from the middle of the
ceiling, neither bright enough to light the room by themselves and barely
enough combined. Patricia loved it!

 We stood there before the urinal trough, fervently making out. Kissing
each other passionately as our hands roamed over the other's body. Patricia
always wore a dress or a skirt and tight top for easy access when we'd go
toilet hopping and I would wear only my loose jeans or shorts with a
t-shirt so we could strip down or get dressed as quickly as possible. That
day she was in a light summer dress which I quickly had her out of, leaving
her in just her shoes and panties.  Damn she looked so hot like that, but
still slightly over dressed.  Patricia began striking poses before the
urinal, cupping her breast, tweaking her taut cherry red nipples and
sliding a naughty hand down the inside of her panties before turning around
and bending over.

 I fell to my knees and buried my face in her wet crotch, causing her to
give a little squeal of delight before I reached up and pulled the seat of
those lovely panties down, baring her butt and glistening pussy lips.

It didn't take long before she was quivering thru several orgasms as my
tongue licked all of her favorite spots, including that hot little rosebud
pucker. She pulled away and started stripping my clothes off. With my shirt
off and my shorts around my ankles, Patricia squatted down and sucked on my
rock hard dick. Teasing me with her mouth and tongue, Patricia didn't let
me get too close to cumming before she stood up, faced the urinal and bent
over again. With one hand I grabbed her panties and ripped them from her
body before I lined up my dick with her pussy and thrust myself deep in her
hole. Oh fuck, but that pussy of hers never ceased to amaze me when it was
wrapped around my cock. She had her hands on the back wall to support
herself as I held onto her hips and fucked her the way she begged me to.

I had reached around and grasped her full breasts in my hands, settling
into a good solid rhythm with long, full strokes when we heard a car pull
up outside. We pulled apart, grabbed our clothes and ducked inside the
first toilet stall together, with her once again settling down onto my dick
just as the door to the bathroom opened.  We listened as the footsteps
headed towards the urinal, stopped for a second and then after a moment or
two continued to their destination. Patricia was sitting facing me, she
liked for me to play with her tits when we were hiding out, but as we heard
the sound of a zipper being pulled down, I looked up from her tits to her
face and knew that we both had the same realization at the same
moment. Neither of us had grabbed her panties from the floor! When we both
silently turned our heads towards the graffiti covered wall we had another
shared discovery, there was a hole in the stall wall at waist level.

 A gloryhole! We'd finally found a mensroom with an actual gloryhole! I
felt her pussy convulse around my dick and I'm sure that she'd felt my
swollen dick flare up inside of her. We'd talked before about what if we'd
ever found a toilet stall with a gloryhole, so I leaned back a bit to allow
her to take a peek thru it.

Just as she did, I heard the sound of piss splattering against the old
porcelain trough and felt Patricia's pussy again sputter around my
cock. She quickly pulled my face to her and kissed me before nodding for me
to take a look too.  She leaned back a bit and I bent over a bit to peer
thru the hole. Less than four feet away stood a man pissing into the
urinal. He was holding his dick with his left hand as he pissed and had his
other hand up towards his face. As I saw a strip of pastel flowered cloth
dangling down from his hand, I realized that he was sniffing my
girlfriend's panties while pissing. Patricia had to have felt my dick
twitch again in her pussy. She pushed me back so she could take another
look. I could hear the piss stream petering out and then instead of him
zipping back up and leaving, I couldn't hear anything for a moment and then
the soft sounds of a hand beating a dick.

 After a few moments we heard footsteps again, but they sounded like they
were coming closer. I looked down at the floor under the stall wall and saw
two shoes. The guy had stepped closer and my girlfriend was staring at
another man's hard dick while he beat off and she sat in my lap with her
pussy stuffed with my hard dick! Her head drew back from the gloryhole and
we both watched as a hard cock began to poke thru the hole in the wall. It
looked to be about the same size of my cock and waved around in the air in
front of our faces.

  "Go ahead. Suck on it. You know you want to."

 Looking into Patricia's eyes, I knew he was right. Well that and her pussy
was gripping my dick like a fucking vice! I couldn't deny her and nodded
for her to go ahead if she wanted to. She mouthed if I was sure and I again
nodded consent. Patricia gave me a quick kiss and went to work on the dick
that was thrust thru the gloryhole. It was odd watching her suck on that
cock, but I have to admit that I felt a swelling of pride at the gasps and
groans of pleasure coming from the cock's owner on the other side of the
wall. I knew exactly how he felt and being able to watch her in action was
actually a turn on. Her technique was amazing and I was mesmerized as she
moved her lips back and forth along his hard length.

 "Mmmm, such a tasty cock. Do you like it when I suck on your hard cock?"

 "Oh fuck yea!"

 "Would you like some more?"

 "Yes! Please! Suck my cock!"

 My eyes widened as Patricia slowly stroked the spit slick dick with her
hand and nodded for me to give it a try. She leaned forward and whispered
into my ear.

 "Come on baby, give it a try. Please?"

 Unable to resist her plea, I slowly leaned forward and had my first taste
of another guy's cock. Patricia ran her fingers thru my hair, silently
urging me on.

I was surprised to find the taste of a hard dick to not be unpleasant, but
then again considering how often she gobbled my meat and how sublimely
happy she seemed to be when she did, I guess I shouldn't have been.  In
just trying to emulate how she sucked on my dick I was soon getting moans
coming from the other side of the wall.

 "Are you sniffing my wet panties?"

 "YES!"

 "Do you like the smell of my wet pussy?"

 "Oh fuck yes!"

 "Chew on that wet crotch while you get your cock sucked!"

I heard the guy mumble, presumably with his mouth full of my girlfriend's
panties while I continued to suck on his cock. I guess I should have paid
more attention to what he mumbled because seconds later I felt his cock
swell and begin shooting his load of cum into my mouth. I was surprised and
pulled my mouth off his firing cock, but Patricia swooped down and sucked
down the remainder of the cum.

When he was done cumming, he pulled his wilting dick back thru the hole and
took a moment to catch his breath before we heard him zip up and walk back
outside.

Patricia and I were lip locked in a hot, sloppy kiss as she bounced her
pussy on my cock. I couldn't hold back any longer and coated the inner
walls of her pussy with a fresh load of my cream while I pinched and pulled
on her nipples, making her cum at the same time.

 The fire in her eyes told me that she wanted more and while I'd just fired
my load, my dick wasn't about to go down.

 I told her that I had an idea and to stand up. Leaving my shorts on the
stall floor I stepped out of the toilet and went around to the other side
of the wall.

 "Want to suck on my cock baby?" I said as I pushed my cock thru the
gloryhole.

Patricia immediately took my dick into her mouth and slurped our mixed
juices off of it.

 "Now back that hot pussy onto my cock!"

Damn it was hot, fucking my cock thru that hole in the wall and into
Patricia's cum coated pussy while I stood buck assed naked out by the
urinal trough. We switched back and forth on who was doing the
thrusting. She'd hold her ass to the hole and I'd pound away, then she'd
bounce back and forth as I pressed my pelvis against the wall. Patricia was
just an orgasm machine, going from one to another as I kept fucking her
while I fought to keep from just letting loose and going for a second cum.

 There wasn't any warning when the door opened again. Patricia was in the
midst of a major orgasm as I promptly pulled my dick from her clenching
pussy and scurried back into the toilet stall. Whoever came in couldn't
have missed my bare butt as I ducked into the stall, or the two sets of
feet visible from the gap under the partition.  Out of reflex, I took my
seat on the toilet and pulled Patricia on top of me.

Footsteps started walking over to the urinal, stopping only when the person
was standing right beside the toilet stall. Then a second set of footsteps
echoed around the tiled walls as they approached the toilets, passing our
closed door stall door and stepping into the stall to our left.

Both sets of feet were pointed towards our stall and that's when I noticed
that our other wall also had a gloryhole in it. The sound of two zippers
being pulled down almost simultaneously came from either side of the walls,
just before two cocks pushed their way into our toilet stall.

 "We came in for a piss, your choice if you get wet or not." Was the only
warning Patricia and I got before the fat dicks began peeing. The two
streams splashed against our joined bodies and were soaking us down real
good before Patricia simply leaned over and took one of the pissing cocks
in her mouth and started guzzling down the stream.

"That's it you toilet slut, drink my piss!"

"Fuck! You got a drinker? I got nothing but air!"

Not to be outdone by my girlfriend, I leaned over, took the other dick into
my mouth and started swallowing as fast as I could.

 "Ahh, yeah, that's more like it! Drink my piss you kinky perv!"

We drained both dicks of their piss and then kept sucking as they got hard
in our mouths. The two men then told us to switch dicks and suck on the
other one. Patricia's pussy was pulsating and clutching non-stop around my
dick as we traded back and forth, sucking on the two dicks before their
owners cried out that they were cumming and ordered us to swallow their
loads.

This time I was prepared and able to take the creamy explosion of cum from
the fat dick in my mouth. Patricia was moaning as she swallowed shot after
shot of cum and came herself, which set me over the edge and I gave her
pussy another coating of cum.

 After both men had withdrawn their cocks, zipped up and left, Patricia and
I disengaged and took turns licking the cum from one another's crotch
before exiting the stall and dried ourselves from the sweat and piss with
some paper towels before getting dressed and back into the car.

She sat next to me and I had my arm around her shoulder as we talked about
how we were going to have to come back to that station...and soon. She told
me how incredible it was to her, watching me suck a cock while she rode my
dick. I admitted it was something that I hadn't thought that I'd have
liked, but knew why she got off on doing it so often.

As we neared home, we both realized that we could never go home smelling of
cum and piss. That's when my darling girlfriend pulled her keys from her
purse and said that she had an idea.

It was the weekend and no one would be at the school, especially so late in
the day, and since she had a copy of her dad's keys to the field house,
we'd be able to go there for a hot shower before I dropped her off at her
house.

 She was right, there wasn't anyone around the school and thankfully, with
the way the school grounds were laid out, no one would see the car when we
parked at the field house.

Locking the door behind us, Patricia turned on just a couple of lights and
grabbed some towels from the store room before we stripped down and hit the
showers. Sharing one showerhead, we enjoyed a hot steamy shower as we
soaped each other up and made out under the spray. When I told her that I
needed to piss, she got down on her knees and took my semi hard dick into
her mouth and swallowed my pee. Then it was her turn to pee and I happily
guzzled down her golden flow. We were both turned on again and we enjoyed a
leisurely fuck standing in the shower room. Not stopping there, we
continued our slow screw on a bench in front of the lockers. Patricia
Straddled the bench, bending over with her hands on the seating and told me
that she wanted me to fuck her in the ass. I knelt down behind her and ate
out her tight little hole until it began to blossom. After using a couple
of fingers to continue to prep her ass and to see if she was good to go, I
stood up and began to slowly work my hard dick up her ass.

There was a mirror directly across from us and we both were getting off,
not only on the ass fucking but the reflected image of our rutting. We were
so caught up in what we were doing that it didn't even register in our
minds at first that someone was standing behind us.

But we sure knew it when her dad started yelling!

At first we were too startled to move and just stayed locked together as he
began to read us the riot act, but when we finally had enough brains to
pull apart, Coach Hastings stopped us right where we were.

"Oh no you don't! You want to break into my field house to buttfuck and be
locker room sluts then that's just what you're going to do!...Go on boy! My
daughter wants your dick in her ass, so give her that dick in her ass!"

I have no idea how I was able to maintain a hardon after getting caught by
her dad, but I did...and...I did as I was told. I actually started butt
fucking my girlfriend while her dad watched!

"You can do better than that boy! Hell, you were fucking her ass much
harder just a minute ago!"

Despite having her dad right next to us, or maybe because he was, Patricia
was quickly back up to speed, telling me to fuck her asshole, that she
loved the feeling of my cock fucking her tight little ass. Like her, I was
quickly back up to speed too as the sound of our flesh smacking together
echoed throughout the empty locker room.

What did take me by surprise was when Coach Hastings started undoing his
pants and letting them fall to the floor before he took of his shirts and
stood there beside us in just his jockstrap. As I continued fucking his
daughter's ass, Coach Hastings reached over and gave her ass a couple of
solid smacks, causing her to yelp in surprised pain and then moan loudly as
he spread her asscheeks with his big hands while he and I got a good look
at her asshole getting rammed by my dick.

"That's it boy! Pound that dick of yours in that little hole! Keep fucking
my daughter!...You like his dick, don`t you sweetie?"

"Yes Daddy! I love his cock fucking my ass!"

"Well there's a price to pay for being such a little wanton slut!"

That's when Coach Hastings pulled aside the pouch of his jockstrap and let
he cock free. If it had been a lesser cock, it would have sprung up and
smacked coach in the belly, but the sheer weight of his cock only allowed
for it to hang straight out in front of him. He reached down with one hand
to hold the base of his hard cock and angle it up while he reached over
with his other hand and gripped the back of my neck.

"Boy, you're going to suck on this cock and I better not feel any teeth as
you do!"

I couldn't have resisted him if I had wanted to. That big cock pointing up
at me, with the foreskin pulled back from the fat head that was leaking
pre-cum was hypnotizing. While I kept fucking his daughter in the ass, I
leaned over and did my best to suck on Coach Hastings' cock. Patricia
moaned out loud again and as I looked at her from the corner of my eye, I
realized that she was watching me service her father's big dick.

It was almost too big to fit in my mouth, but somehow I was at least able
to nurse on the head of his prick and take just a bit of the shaft. I was
wondering how in the hell I'd ever be able to swallow the huge load of cum
those big, hairy bull balls must shoot when Coach Hastings took his dick
out of my mouth and began to walk behind me. I knew I had other things to
worry about when I felt Patricia's dad wedge his hand between my ass cheeks
and start to worm a spit slicked finger up my ass.

 "That's right boy! You're going to pay the ultimate price for buttfucking
my daughter. But don't worry, I'm not a heartless bastard."

With that, I watched in the mirror as Patricia's dad knelt down, buried his
face between my cheeks and began to tongue my virgin hole. Patricia had
rimmed me several times before and also liked to finger fuck my ass when
she sucked on my cock, but MAN!...her dad could show her a thing or two
about tonguing a guy's asshole! I pulled Patricia by the hips, burying my
cock balls deep up her ass and held her there as her dad ate out my
hole. Shivers and shocks shot thru my body as Coach Hastings' tongue worked
over my hole and then everything cranked up several other notches when he
switched over to exploring the depths of my hole with his fingers.  Two,
three and then somehow he got four fingers into my stretched asshole!
Twisting and turning his meaty digits around my hole and sending serious
shocks of unbelievable pleasure throughout my body. Patricia was panting
heavily as she commented how she could feel my cock twitching and throbbing
in her ass while her dad said how hot my asshole looked stuffed full with
his fingers.

 I felt empty when coach Hastings stood up and withdrew his fingers, but
that feeling hardly had time to register in my mind before I felt the head
of his monster cock nudging between my asscheeks and searching for my
dilated hole. The fat head found it's target and started pushing against my
anal ring. I'd thought that I felt stretched by his four fingers, but that
was nothing compared to how his fat width took my hole to it's absolute
limits. I was sweating worse than a fat man in a sauna as I strained to
take the coach's cock.

Slowly, Coach Hastings kept sinking more and more of his pole into my ass,
going deeper and deeper. He'd pull back slightly and then press on further
up my ass. By the time I felt his pubes tickling my ass I was huffing and
puffing from the ordeal, but of course, Coach Hastings was just getting
started.

 He started to slowly fucking that cock of his back and forth in my ass,
but that didn't last long as he began to speed up his pumping. I stood
there with my dick buried in my girlfriend's ass as her dad skewered mine
with his. Then I was shocked back towards reality when I blurted out that I
was going to piss! Coach Hastings told me to just keep my dick in his
daughter's ass and Patricia huskily begged me to piss up her ass. I lost
all control and felt my bladder suddenly release as my dick started pissing
like a fire hose, causing Patricia to squeal in delight and then shudder
and moan.

"You like that baby? You like Daddy fucking the piss out of your boyfriend
while he's got his dick in your ass?"

 "Fuck him harder Daddy!...Goddamn but that feels so good!"

Coach Hastings set out to show me just what riding someone's ass really
meant. What pain and discomfort I might have felt from coach's big cock
filling my ass was long gone and replaced with a sublime physical
pleasure. Pleasure that just kept building and building, spreading out from
my ass through the rest of my body until my squirts of piss stopped and my
balls took over, releasing a final load of cum to mix with all of my piss
in Patricia's ass.

 It was a mind blowing orgasm that her father and fucked out of me,
practically causing me to go limp as a rag doll. If he hadn't had grabbed
my wrists in his hands and pulled them back so I was being held to him, I
probably would have fallen to the floor. As it was, I was impaled on his
fleshy spike while he kept fucking my ass, heading towards his own orgasm.

 When he pulled me back, he'd pulled my dick from his daughter's ass and as
I was now fully bent over and at his whim, he stepped back further until my
face was right before Patricia's ass. I could see that she had her fingers
plunging into her dripping pussy and then her rosebud flexed. Suddenly I
was being sprayed with pussy juice and the mix of fresh cum and hot piss
while my girlfriend frigged herself off to one last orgasm. Coach Hastings
roared as he began firing his load up my ass. I was right, those big hairy
balls of his did shoot a massive load and I felt every blast of it as the
heat spread thru my bowels. It was a long orgasm and just when I was sure
he'd unloaded the last blast of cum, he'd give my ass another mighty thrust
and we both grunted as he'd fire one more shot of cum into my hole.

 After he'd been still for a couple of minutes, that big dick of his just
soaking deep in my ass and I figured that he'd pull that pole from my ass,
I felt even more heat filling my bowels. Patricia's dad was pissing up my
ass! Even tho' I told him that I couldn't hold any more, Coach Hastings
kept my ass pressed against his crotch and soon I felt piss and cum leaking
from my stretched and packed hole as rivulets ran down my thighs and legs.

 When he did finally pull that long, fat cock of his from my ass, there was
no holding back the flood of cum and piss which splashed and coated his
hairy crotch, leaving both of us just a wet hairy mess.

 In the shower, while we all soaped up together, Coach Hastings said that
if I was going to continue to fuck his daughter , I would have to make my
ass available to him from time to time. Patricia chimed in and said that
she wanted to be there if I did. I looked at that big slab of cock meat
hanging between Coach Hastings thighs and found myself wondering just how
many loads of cum he could pump up a guy's ass in a day.