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Archive name: coach.txt (mf,cheat)
Authors name: Uncle Mike
Story title : COACH - A Real Screaming Eagle

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     Christine had spent several days preparing for this moment. 
It had taken time to find just the right cheerleader outfit, for 
example. And digging up that old copy of Playboy featuring "The 
Girls of the Big Ten" had meant rooting through the stacks in 
some used-book stores, enduring the leers of the men around her 
in the dirty-magazine sections. And she had to pick just the 
right day, when the team didn't have a practice so there'd be no 
one around to bother them.

     With a trench coat wrapped around her, she made her way 
through the corridors to Hayden's office. Quietly she opened the 
door a crack and looked in. Great! Hayden was at his desk, the 
Playboy held up in front of him. He'd found it! This was going to 
be perfect, she thought as she slipped in silently and locked the 
door behind her. Padding across the floor in her sneakers, she 
locked the door to the locker room as well.

     Then she turned to face Hayden and let her coat fall to the 
floor.

     Christine had what you could describe as a perky body: small 
but well-stacked. The outline of her firm breasts and erect 
nipples were plainly visible as they stretched the tight red and 
white jersey taut. Her hair was drawn back into a ponytail, fully 
exposing a fresh face that made her look much younger than she 
really was. A short, pleated red skirt ended several inches above 
her knees, showing off legs shapely even without the help of 
high heels. 

     Hayden must be really absorbed in that Playboy, she thought; 
he hasn't even moved since I came in. Well, I know how to get 
him in action.

     Shouting "Gimme an F!" as loud as she dared, Christine 
whipped up her top, exposing her breasts. That should get his 
attention, she thought. "Gimme a U!" As her top came down she 
narrowed her vision to the desktop; she'd practiced this move 
many times but it still was tricky. She had to watch nothing but 
her target or it could be a disaster.

     "Gimme a C! Gimme a K!" she shouted as she took three quick 
steps forward and launched herself into a tumble and roll.

     "Gimme an M!" She came out of the roll a few feet from the 
desk and launched herself into the air.

     "Gimme an E!" She landed on the desktop in a perfect split, 
her skirt flying up around her to expose her cunt. It was already 
gleaming with her juices; she'd masturbated with a vibrator on 
the way over to the campus.

     "What's it spell? FUCK ME!" Again she whipped the sweater up 
over her head, putting her tits right in Hayden's face. Vaguely as 
she had done her routine she had been aware of him rising from 
the desk. She giggled. Hayden had been ignoring her lately, but 
this should get a rise out of him. She felt like a silly little 
girl, but a silly little girl who was about to get the fucking of 
her life, she thought.

     Sure enough, she felt strong hands on her breasts and a stiff 
cock already prodding at the entrance to her naked cunt. This was 
perfect, she thought, the perfect Valentine's Day present. Hayden 
would never forget this moment.

     The cock pressed into her, popping past the outer lips and 
sinking into her lush wet tunnel. "Ohhhhhh, yesssss!" she sighed 
as it filled her. "God, Hayden, you've never been so big!"

     Slowly she lowered her sweater. As she did, her eyes 
widened in shock.

     "Dauber!"

     The cock in her wasn't her boyfriend, Hayden, the coach of the 
Screaming Eagles. It was Dauber Dybinski, one of his players. 

     "Uh, hi, Christine," he said genially as his huge cock pushed 
in and out. 

     "What ... unnnnggghhh ... what are you doing here?" Christine's 
lithe body shook under the hammer blows of his fucking. Wow, 
she thought, for a dumb jock he fucks like a god.

     "Coach asked me to pick up his mail today," the blond giant 
explained. "I saw your note inside the Playboy. The one where 
you told Coach to meet you here? So I told him to go to lunch 
with Luther. Uh, I hope you don't mind?"

     Even as he asked, Dauber was lifting her off the table and 
hoisting her into the air, then dropping her so that she was 
completely impaled on his shaft.

     "Oooff! I, ungh, ooooooohhhhh! Yes! I mean, no, I don't 
miiiiinnnnndddd!" Words like "cradle-snatcher" came to mind, 
but she ignored the thoughts as she concentrated on the 
incredible feeling in her cunt. "Fuck me, you big stud!"

     Dauber handled her like a doll, hoisting her up and down as 
his thick eight inches spread her labia wide and drilled her. 
Christine's tits jiggled and shook as his pounding drove her 
closer and closer to an orgasm like none before.

     Almost effortlessly, Dauber then pulled her off his shaft and 
spun her in midair, catching her neatly around the waist and 
impaling her again, with one of his hands quickly sliding up to 
maul her breasts. Christine was having the thrill of her middle-
aged life as the beefy young man slambed into her eager cunt 
again and again.

     "My God, Dauber, who'd have guessed! You're hung like a stal-
lion and you fuck like a god! Yes, yes, yes!" She shouted in delight
as the massive cock stretched her cunt to the limit, slamming into 
her deeper than any man had before. Her ponytail became undone 
under the frantic motion as Dauber lifted her up and dropped her 
down onto his prick, sending her hair flying.

     "You're sure tight for an old ... I mean a mature ... you're
sure tight, Christine," Dauber mumbled as he continued his 
bombardment.

     Again Christine was feeling close to cumming when Dauber 
shifted position, laying her face-down on the desk. Twisting her 
to lie lengthwise, he mounted the desk himself and plunged his 
thick pole into her cunt a third time. Rockets went off in her 
head.

     She could take no more. With an unintelligible scream she 
came, bucking and gyrating as her sweat coated the desk. Her 
juices poured out, dripping down the sides of the desk and 
forming a puddle on the floor.

     Still Dauber kept up his assault, showing a stamina Hayden 
had never had. In and out his cock drove, rubbing her labia raw. In 
no time at all she was cumming again, her body shaking with 
tremors. And again. And a fourth time, one after another, 
orgasms blending into one another in an unending cascade of 
passion.

     "Oh, my God!" she screamed. "Oh God, oh no, oh yes, 
aaaAAAAAAAAHHHHH! Fuck me more! I can't stand it! Fuck me 
MORE! Slam my cunt with that rod! HARDER!"

     Dauber's cock grew even larger and he knew he would soon 
have to let go.

     "Uh, I'm gonna shoot, Christine," he grunted. "Get 
reaaaddddyy-yaaahhhh!"

     It was like a fire hose was set off inside her. Dauber's 
cum rocketed into her, quickly filling her up. Christine lost all 
control in a final blazing orgasm, her head smacking into the 
desktop. 

     It was many minutes before she regained control enough to 
become aware of her surroundings. The room was filled with the 
musk of their rutting and Hayden's desk was awash in their 
sweat and secretions. Dauber was in the chair, not even 
breathing hard. The glory of youth, Christine thought.

     As she dressed, Dauber opened the windows and the doors to 
air the place out, then wiped down the desk.

     Christine slipped back into her trench coat and put her arms 
out to the young man. He swept her up, and her light peck on his 
cheek turned into a passionate, tongue-entwining kiss. She could 
feel her cunt melting again, but there was no time; Hayden 
would be back soon with Lester.

     "I've got to go now, but ... thank you, Jeff -- I mean Dauber," 
she said, pushing him away. Dauber let her go reluctantly.

     "Will you ever, uh, do it with me again?" he asked, sounding 
incredibly shy and insecure for such a sexual master.

     "I'd like that," Christine said with a smile. "Call me ... next 
time Hayden goes to lunch."

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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers.
But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!!  You
only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it.
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