Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 14:50:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Conor O'Leary <conor500@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baseball Team Rapes Teacher, Part 3

              Baseball Team Rapes Teacher
                  Part 3:  Discovered

                        by Conor

"Well hello, Mr. Flanagan," Coach Jackson said as he
walked toward the threesome.  "Hello boys."

"Hey Coach," said Kevin, his still-hard cock dripping
cum onto the floor.  "We got him nice and loose for
you."

"I can see that," said the Coach.  "It looks like
everything you said was true."  Coach Jackson chuckled
as he looked at Mr. Flanagan's body -- his face, hair,
and ass were covered in cum, and it looked as if he
was lying in a pool of his own juices.

Mr. Flanagan did not know what to do.  His worst
nightmare had come true -- he had been discovered.  He
looked at Coach Jackson and wondered what his plan
was.  He could see that the Coach's sweatpants were
getting tighter in the crotch area.  Oh God, Mr.
Flanagan thought, I don't want this.  It was one thing
to take it from hot high school jocks that he lusted
after, but he did not want to lay down for any
middle-aged man that wanted a piece.

By now, Brian had pulled his soft cock out of the
teacher's hole and was getting dressed.  "I've gotta
get out of here," the football stud said as he got
dressed.  "You coming Kev?"

Kevin looked at his coach, and then at Mr. Flanagan.
"No, I think I'm gonna stick around for a while," he
said as he slowly stroked his soft cock, which was
still over 6 inches long.  "Is that okay with you,
Coach?"

"Sounds good to me," said the Coach as Brian grabbed
his bag and went out the door.  "Now Mr. Flanagan," he
continued, "I pegged you for a fag the very first time
I met you.  But still, at first I had a hard time
believing what Kevin told me about you.  How did it
feel to be gang-banged by five of my best players?"

Mr. Flanagan, who was still sitting naked on his desk,
said nothing.

Coach Jackson reached down and rubbed his hard cock
through his sweats.  "Well, I think it's time for you
to get on your knees and worship a cock that doesn't
belong to a kid."  As he said this, the Coach pulled
the waistband of his sweatpants down revealing a gray
jock strap.  The head of his fat 9-inch cock was
sticking out the bottom of the jock, leaking precum
onto his thigh.

"Come on, Mr. Flanagan," Kevin prodded.  "You heard
what he said."

"No."

"What was that?" asked Kevin.

"No," Mr. Flanagan repeated.  "I won't do it."

The now-angry Coach Jackson walked over to Mr.
Flanagan and, without warning, brought his arm up and
struck the teacher on the side of the head, knocking
him off the desk and onto the floor.  His hard rod was
still throbbing as he yelled, "You'll suck the dicks
of these teenagers, but not mine?  I don't think so,
faggot!  You'll do it, and you'll like it."

The stunned teacher did not know what to think.  He
was afraid of the Coach, and despite his defiance just
a moment ago, he was afraid of Kevin's threat to turn
him in.  He had no choice.  He got up on his knees and
licked the head of Coach Jackson's fat, veiny
erection.

The Coach smiled.  "Now that's better, Mr. Flanagan.
You might as well make this easy on yourself."  Coach
Jackson began to moan as Mr. Flanagan sucked his cock
deep down his throat.  The Coach slammed his dick into
his co-worker's face, thrusting until his hairy balls
slapped into his cocksucker's chin.  As he did so, he
pulled off his sweatshirt, revealing his muscular,
hairy chest.  He rubbed his hands through the fur and
pinched each of his own hard nipples.

Coach Jackson looked at Kevin and saw that his cock
had grown to its full foot-long glory.  "Kevin," the
Coach said, "it looks to me like you need a place to
put that huge thing.  Let's see if we can work
something out."  The Coach pulled Mr. Flanagan's head
off of his cock and pushed it down toward the floor.
"How about doggie style, Flanagan?"  Once again, the
teacher said nothing, but his erect cock proved that
he was not entirely unwilling.  He got on his hands
and knees and prepared himself for this latest assault
on his body.

Coach Jackson stroked the length of his erection and
then lined his cockhead up with Mr. Flanagan's juicy
hole.  He pushed the head in slowly, and as he felt
little resistance (thanks to Brian's earlier efforts)
he slammed his cock in to the root.  The Coach left
his cock buried deep in the teacher for a few moments,
enjoying the warmth of his ass.  Then he slowly pulled
out, until just the head was still inside Mr.
Flanagan's anus, and then slammed it all the way back
in.  He repeated this over and over as he groaned
loudly.

Mr. Flanagan, on his hands and knees on the floor,
cringed as this beefy coach slammed into him.  Kevin
walked over to the teacher, his foot-long cock waving
in the air, and said, "You ready for more, Flanagan?"
Kevin slapped the teacher's head with his rock-hard
cock a few times, dripping precum all over Mr.
Flanagan's face.  Then Kevin grabbed the back of Mr.
Flanagan's head and thrust his cock into his mouth.
Mr. Flanagan slowly engulfed the entire rod down his
throat, until the young jock's pubes were tickling his
nose.  He felt degraded and cheap, but yet his cock
remained hard as a rock.  He came to the realization
that, maybe, this was his purpose in life -- to
service cock.  After all, it's what he did best.

But there was no time to think about such things now.
Suddenly, Mr. Flanagan felt Coach Jackson begin to
unload his seed up his ruined ass.  The Coach yelled
out in ecstasy.  "Take that, you faggot teacher!"  His
cum quickly filled up Mr. Flanagan's ass and began to
drip out onto the floor.

Meanwhile Kevin continued to thrust his big pole in
and out of his teacher's mouth.  Soon he felt a
tingling in his big lemon-sized balls, and his cum
began the long trip through his hard cock.  Kevin
thrust as deep as he could into Mr. Flanagan's mouth
and shot his huge load down his throat.

Mr. Flanagan felt the cum dripping from both ends of
his body, and knew it was his time.  He grabbed onto
his rock-hard 7-inch cock and stroked it vigorously.
After just a few seconds, he added his load to the
pool of cum that had already gathered on the floor.

"See," said Kevin as he was getting dressed, "I told
you he liked it, Coach."

Coach Jackson's big cock was still dripping cum as he
pulled on his jockstrap and sweatpants.  "I guess I
was right about you all along, huh Flanagan?" he said
as he laughed at the naked, cum-covered teacher laying
on the floor.  "A cock-sucking little faggot!"
Without warning, the Coach kicked Mr. Flanagan hard in
the ribs, and he and Kevin started to walk towards the
door.

Mr. Flanagan fell to the floor in pain.  "What the
fuck was that for?" he yelled at Coach Jackson.

The Coach turned around and said, "Next time I tell
you to suck my cock, you do it without any questions.
Okay?"

"There won't be a next time," said Mr. Flanagan,
quietly.

The Coach laughed and said, "We'll see."  Then he
turned and walked out the door.


to be continued...

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Sorry it took me so long to get this out -- I hope you
all think it was worth the wait.  If you have any
comments, questions, or suggestions for future
segments, email me at conor500@yahoo.com.  Thanks!