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Coach Turns Bi

By: Coxswain



New PE teacher and his wife seduced by well-hung student

I made it! I made it across that stage wearing the Cap & Gown! Plowed through the long years of college and graduated! Yes! High-five! Thanks to Uncle Sam and the GI Bill, I had a diploma!

Eleanor and I were in the Army in tough times, and when I hit 20 years in 1965, we decided to retire. As a drill sergeant, I liked training new soldiers and figured I'd make a lifelong career of training, but after 20 years in the Army. I wanted to get into civilian teaching. Physical education. I wanted to be a coach. 

But, sheesh, college was rough. Basic Training for the brain. I went into the Army at 18, right out of high school, so at 38 I had been out of school for a long time. Not only was I older than the other college students, I was also bigger (20 years in the Army can give you a good build). Ellie always teased me about the "bald, tough-guy look" (I shaved my head). She said I looked like a bald John Wayne and called me "Duke." 

I met Eleanor in Germany when I was stationed there at the end of the War. She had been a university student in Nuremberg before the B-17s blew away the college. She knocked me out. At 5'1", she was a Bavarian pixie with a Marilyn Monroe body in miniature -- tits that made me glad I had hands, a slender waist, svelte hips, and legs -- Damn, her legs! Technically speaking, her legs were short, but she was so perfectly in scale, she looked like a long-legged bikini model in doll form.

And smart as a whip. Could talk about anything. Knew the history of the area (Nuremberg was a Protestant island in the middle of Catholic Bavaria and had been a battleground for centuries), but, poor thing, her intellectual conversations about Kierkegaard or Proust often ended up with the American barbarian sliding his cock into her. 

Because I was the typical US Army GI -- two major organs: mouth and cock. Food was pleasure; fucking was ecstasy. The only two goals in life. 

But -- and this is where she really blew me away -- Ellie was hot. She had the same desires (maybe a little more refined). She was beyond belief -- in 1946, life was hard in Germany, but Ellie could cook up a meal of pasta and beans that tasted like shrimp marinara, and she gave me the hottest sex I ever had. She liked the "preparation," the flowers and candy, and foreplay, what she called "the first act," and then she would come on to me so hot, she almost made me blush. 

For all the intellectual conversations we had (or that she tried to have), for all the sights of that ancient city she showed me, for all that she tried to explain what the word "philosophy" meant, at the end of the day, she was -- I could hardly believe it -- as hot and horny as I was. She would fuck me like my wildest wet dreams. Once I dialed the right combination (and she was always changing it), she was a sighing, panting, dilating fuck-machine who never failed to thrill me to the ultimate, balls-aching, mind-blowing MAX!

If I had been a feeble, homosexual hermit in a Himalayan monastery who never knew or cared anything about females, Ellie would -- no doubt about it -- have turned me into a fuck-hungry, cunt-minded, sex-maddened lunatic. . . . which I already was.

Her body was all I could think about, but in real contemplation -- actually soberly thinking -- I loved her for the excitement, the fascination, the cornucopia of new feelings she brought me. To my surprise, she taught me my brain could rule supreme over my scrotum. I could conduct myself as a civilized human being. For a while.

But in a split second, Ellie could turn me into a sweating, heavy-breathing Neanderthal (a horny cave man first discovered, as a matter of fact, in Germany), and fucking her quickly became -- I couldn't think of it any other way -- the End-all of Life. 

I was stationed nearby in nearby Ansbach, and I soon started burning up the autobahn in visits to Hitler's favorite city, Nürnberg. Ellie showed me the sights -- the Palace of Justice where the "Nuermberg Trials" were being held, the parade grounds where thousands of SS soldiers had marched with Nazi flags, the ancient castle, and we walked along the Pegnitz River. I soaked up German culture and history, but a hardon became my normal state. 

We were married in the Frauenkirche cathedral.

In intimate moments she sometimes called me Duke der Grosser, German for "Duke the Great," but she also whispered it could mean "Duke the Big." Ellie I got along just fine. In return for the long list of honey-do's Duke had to do each night when he got home -- most often Duke got her honey-pot for his efforts. 

And 18 years later, I took off the uniform and put on civilian clothes. But just before I did, Ellie and I had one last military roll in the hay before we became "townies." I was 38. She was 32 and looked 25. "Ellie, you are such a babe. If I can't get a job out there in civilian-land, do I have your permission to sell postcards of those shots of you we took at the nude beach at St. Tropez?"

"You do, and I'll bite this off!"

But she didn't. Her hot lips slid over my shaft, and all thoughts of postcards, jobs, civilian life, everything disappeared in a growing red haze of ecstasy. Ellie could always blast me out of this world with just a few blowjob slurps. I don't know how she knew, but at the very instant I reached the pinnacle of orgasm, she clenched my balls hard, tight, and painful -- but the pain shot the pleasure through me like a 50-caliber slug, and I always lost it. Fell back on the pillows helpless and moaning, barely conscious. 

*****

We moved to a college town in Virginia. Like I said, college classwork after two decades in the Army was a real bitch (who cares if Ashurbanipal was the last great king of Assyria?) But I made it. Sat through the basic classes, wrote my papers, went through assistant-teaching courses, spent hours in the library, kissed whoever's whatever I had to, and in 1969 I made it to graduation!

Even finer, I got a job! Physical Education Teacher at Mirsuccie Mississippi High School! I was a coach! We moved from Virginia into the Mississippi hinterlands and found an apartment in Mirsuccie. We got there in June, just in time for the summer heat and humidity. Woosh! Never lived in such a Turkish bath. I got a new definition for "sweat" -- something I was always dripping with. 

Small rural school. Tiny town back in the woods. I was to coach everything: the football team, the basketball team, and the baseball team -- but hey, it would be fun, and I was on my way! School hadn't started yet, but the football team had started summer practice.

The school was so small, each team consisted of the same kids. I spotted a very big guy playing football when I first got there -- Jeez, a real Heisman contender -- but they warned me about him. "Watch out for Huron Cuorosckec. You'll see him. Biggest kid in the school. He's 21 years old because he's a troublemaker and was held back three years. Still a high school senior. He should graduate this year -- and we sure hope so."

I got a closer look at Huron Cuorosckec later in the showers, his back to me -- tall, broad-shouldered, and heavy-muscled. Long, sturdy legs like treetrunks. Buttocks like hard, rounded footballs. His back was so muscled, it was an anatomy lesson to look at. Damn, that's a high school kid??

He was not only bigger than the other boys, he out-sized even me! That young man may have been older than the rest at 21, but he also had good genes and must've had a life of hard work -- even at that age he was about 6'2" and weighed around 200 pounds. Shit, what a big kid -- Charles Atlas in a high school shower room! So big he could've had the nickname "Moose," but I figured no one dared call him that.

I mentioned him to Ellie that night at dinner. "I have a big kid on the football team. He's huge. Of course it's because he's older, 21, but jeez, it's like coaching a college football team."

"What's it like coaching a kid as big as you are?"

"He's bigger than I am. Taller. Heavier. He should be great on the team." I snickered. "The other teachers told me not to fool with him; he's a troublemaker. They're all just dying for him to move on."

Ellie gave me that sultry smile. "A troublemaker? That turns me on. You're a troublemaker. I like troublemakers." She reached into my lap. "And even bigger than you? I don't think so. You're about as big as they get, my big, shaved-head stud. You want to fool with me, Troublemaker?"

Damn, she knew what buttons to push. At all other times, Ellie was cool, calm, and collected, the perfect German wife -- proud, intelligent, polite (and a stickler for protocol). She always knew which fork to use at a banquet, and she could tie my bow-tie if I had to wear a tux. 

But when she got intimate, Boo-yah! 

I often caught myself chuckling about how I cheated fate: the kid who barely made it out of high school, the stupid dork who thought the fingerbowls at the banquet were to drink from, the moron who thought a Koch was a German's penis (it means "cook"), this loser was the unbelievably lucky dude who ended up marrying Ellie, a girl so far above me in everything, I figured the only reason she married me was that I could get Span from the PX in 1946.

Coming home to Ellie was still like rendezvousing with a college coed in a sidewalk café. Like meeting a princess slumming with a local peasant. We would talk about stuff -- intellectual stuff. Me talking about intellectual stuff! I still can hardly believe it -- over some grapes and cheese, we would talk about how a "plagel cadence" -- the "Ah-men" notes ending much classical church music had evolved through the centuries into the guitar-screaming "Ta-daaaah!" ending a modern blues song. I know just hanging around Ellie raised my IQ two whole points.

But when she "relaxed" and got horny, my IQ dropped four points. And I swear, sex with her gave me two more inches. She would come on to me, seducing me, taking the active role -- and then, once she set fire to me, she became demure and shy! "Why, my heavens, you big barbarian, what are you trying to do to me?"

I never thought women could be so sexy or make me so horny. But after decades, Ellie and I were still fucking away, usually more than four times a week. 

So for Ellie to get turned on that morning as I talked about Huron Cuorosckec wasn't so unusual. She could get turned on by the strangest things -- I gave up trying to predict her. But her challenge to fool around made me so hot . . . well, I don't remember what the rest of breakfast was. I spent the rest of the time on the kitchen floor -- we never made it to the bedroom. Her legs gripping mine, her arms around my neck, her pussy enveloping my cock like a sucking furnace, my intentions to fuck Ellie until she cried Uncle almost faded into my surrender. Holding back was hopeless -- she could drag the orgasm out me, writhing against me so seductively, in all honesty, I was not the one in control. 

Then I drove tender-crotched to the high school with a cock so fucked-out soft, I prayed I wouldn't have to use the showers. Wouldn't want anybody to see me with a dinkie this limp. It was no big deal, but I was fairly accustomed to (and a little proud of) the admiring glances I got in the locker rooms. I, too, had good genes. Thank you, oh, hung forefathers.

That morning I walked through the locker room, and passing by Huron Cuorosckec, I saw him pulling on his shorts. And I saw something that made me blink. Damn, look at the cock on that kid! His jockstrap pouch bulged out like two fists clenched in a nylon mesh! Huge! Hell, it was gigantic!

Through the day, I couldn't get that out of my mind. Damn, what a giant cock that kid must have!

What in hell's the matter with me? I've seen cocks before. I've seen big ones before! 

But damn, that kid has a big cock! I stuck a toothpick in my mouth. Come to think of it, I haven't actually seen it in the flesh.

Dinner that night was meatloaf. As the meal ended, still thinking about The Huge Jockstrap, I mentioned it casually to Eleanor, "One of the kids in my classes probably has a cock bigger than mine."

She looked up. "Now, that's quite a transition. First we were talking about my butterfly garden in the back yard." She smiled and lowered her voice. "A penis bigger than yours? That big kid you were telling me about? Tell me more."

"Yeah, that big kid, Huron Cuorosckec. I walked by him in the locker room today, and I got a good look at his jockstrap. He's got a big one."

She smiled. "A big jockstrap? So he's fat?--

--"You know what I mean."

She lowered her voice even more. "So . . . how big is it?"

"Couldn't really tell. You can't get a hardon in a jockstrap -- it just doubles up in the pouch, so the bulge is just packed nylon." I winked at her. "Don't know how long it really is, but it looked like he was trying to smuggle out a baseball glove."

Ellie looked up at the ceiling, thinking. "One of your student's has a prick bigger than yours . . . now what can I do about that?" She smiled again. "It must be gigantic . . . yours is the biggest thing I've ever seen." Her voice turned soft and seductive. "Yours can really straighten me out."

She pushed back from the table and pulled her t-shirt over her head, baring her breasts. No bra. 

My mouth was suddenly dry, and I licked my lips.

"Why don't you" -- she stood up and tugged down her shorts -- "give me a posture-straightening treatment?"

I leaned back in my chair, faking annoyance. "Happens every meatloaf night, Ellie. You don't let my meat loaf." She was such a horny little minx, sex was always a kick. First thing I knew, she was running toward the bedroom screaming, "Help, the big, hairy Amerikaner is after me!"

After all the years, she could always get me lumbering after her, so lust-drunk I really was a barbarian. Once I knocked over a floor lamp in my desperate pursuit, and another time I fell over an end-table and almost knocked myself out. 

But when I reached the bedroom. Oh. My. God. Lying back on the bed, her legs spread wide, the signal flags were Skip the foreplay! As I knelt over her, she guided me into her steamy mount, and soon I was sighing with that oh, yeah, home! feeling as my cockhead slid into the hot, wet depths past heaven's gates.

She knew how to turn me on, and she loved to do it. "Give me all you've got, Duke! Let me feel it! Harder! Harder! Oh! Yeah! Stretch me wide, you big animal! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She knew I loved to hear her talk dirty, and she never failed to turn me into a frenzied, jackhammering madman. 

For as much as I tried to think of myself as James Bond -- cool, calm, and collected, playing the woman like a fine violin -- Ellie was the real bandleader. With a movement here, a shrug back there, and those fiery kisses, she could turn me from a whistling piccolo into a solid iron trombone -- usually ending up with me as a wheezing, gasping accordion. Incredible. Every thrust was heaven! The happiest trail in the universe, and it led up to a Matterhorn of pleasure! No effort was too great to get there.

In fact she made me so horny, it was almost life-threatening. I could see my epitaph: "...Fucked to death.." Often she made me cum so hard, I worried about pulling something inside, and I said so once. While we lay together afterward -- I was sweating and panting (she was "glowing" and "breathing deeply") -- I murmured, "What would you do if I strained a testicle?"

She rolled over to me like a soft, dangerous mink. "You have two, don't you? We'll go on with the good one."

That night Huron Cuoroskec's cock (or the discussion of it) scored me a fine sex session, one with a sequel the next morning -- leaving me hot and sweaty and with only enough time to grab a quick shower and pull on my clothes. Damn, I'm a lucky guy! I knelt down and kissed her. "Goodbye, horny woman. See you this evening."

"I love you, big-cock Coach. You're such a stud. Try not to push those kids around. You're not a drill sergeant anymore, you know." She kissed me again. "Let me rub that big, shiny head for luck." As she often did, she raised one hand to the top of my head and rubbed me fondly. But then the other hand slid into my pants and squeezed my cock.

I was still breathing hard as I pulled out of the driveway.

Football practice at Mirsuccie High School was the usual thing that day, but I kept thinking about Huron Cuorosckec. For one thing, just telling Ellie about him got me two roaring good fucks, so my curiosity kept simmering. I walked through the locker room after the practice, hoping to see once and for all how well that young guy was hung. Had bad timing, though: that day -- and in later days -- I didn't quite catch him naked. Always with shirt off, always just beginning to pull his pants down, always with a towel around him, always with jockstrap still on. I couldn't hang around to watch, of course. All I could risk was a quick glance as I walked by.

I wondered, though. From the looks of it, that kid could be the best-hung guy I've ever seen. And that turned it into a challenge. Dammit, by the time this week is over, I'm going to see that kid's cock!

But I kept slipping up. Once I passed by so close I almost bumped into him, but again, I was a little too early. Shit! As always, I couldn't afford more than a quick glance, but I enjoyed it. What a bod! That kid is like a Roman gladiator. Damn, what a physique! He was 18 years younger than I, but, as the locals would say, shee-yut! He was taller, and he outweighed me. I wasn't afraid of him or anything like that -- I had a black belt in kung-fu and 20 years of self-defense training and tours of combat -- I just admired his physique.

When I realized my fascination, I began to wonder about myself. For hell's sake, he's just a high-school kid! And a male, on top of that! What in hell's the matter with me?

So I let up on it. Stopped "happening by" the locker room. Didn't mention anything more about the Big Kid On My Football Team after dinner. 

But Ellie brought it up: after a couple of days, she said, "What about the kid with the big penis?" 

Huron Cuorosckec's cock was the 12-inch gorilla in the room. "Jeez, Ellie! You want to talk about a high school kid's prick?"

Her fork toyed with a piece of lettuce. "I like big pricks." She looked up at me. "I like your big prick." She went back to eating. "So I like to hear about other big pricks." She looked up again. "Did you get a good look at him?" She grinned. "You're curious, too, aren't you." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah, I'm curious, I've tried to get a look at him, but I can't just go walking in there and tell him to drop his pants. I've wandered through the locker room when the team is changing clothes--"

--"And? Has he really got a big one?"

"Haven't seen him. Every time I go by, he's still half-dressed -- and if I start hanging around him, I could get into a world of trouble."

"Hmmph!" Ellie went back to eating. In a quiet voice, she murmured, "Find out. Get a look at him. I want to know if you have a student in your class with a prick bigger than yours."

The next day, without even thinking about Huron Cuorosckec, I walked through the locker room to see if the assistants had brought in all the line markers. And -- Damn! -- I saw Huron with a hardon in his jockstrap.

Incredible. It stretched the pouch out so far, I could see daylight and part of his thick, hardened cockshaft in the stretched-out opening. I realized all my earlier amazement had been at Huron soft! It was like a liter soda bottle in a jockstrap pouch,. I gulped. Still not as big as it could get!


Coach Turns Bi



Then I looked up. Shit! Huron was looking right at me. Busted! I had to say something, so I gave him a little smile. "Looking forward to a date tonight?"

But Huron was a surly kid. Problems at home, no doubt. Bitter. Mean. Always getting into fights on the playing field -- and always winning them until somebody broke them up. He looked up at me with a sneer. "You like big cocks, Coach?"

I walked away. What a jerk. I was glad he would be gone at the end of the year. One year with the little shit -- no, make that "the big shit" -- would be enough for anybody.

I gave up on trying to see Huron Cuorosckec's cock. Hell, he's just a kid, after all, the insulting little fucker!

Ellie kept mentioning him, though. "Seen if you're the biggest guy in the locker room yet?" 

That grated on me. Huron's cock even started to affect my own sex life. As I sank it in once, she even murmured, "I want to know if I'm being made love to by the biggest prick in the school." Poor Ellie. As a German, she wasn't always aware of double-meanings. And hearing that almost made me lose my hardon. I had to work hard for that climax, and that pissed me off, too. I knew she was just teasing me, but it had come to the point that his cock size was in my head while my own prick was throbbing inside my wife.

One day in the middle of August, I had to walk through the locker room to see if we had enough towels to last for the rest of the week. As I passed Huron's locker, he looked up and sneered at me. "Check it out, Coach. Want to see my cock?" He leaned back against the lockers, still wearing his jockstrap, his hand groping the huge bulge obscenely.

That was enough. "Look, Mr. Cuorosckec, let's show a little more respect! You me want to report you? You want to spend still another year in high school?"

But as I said that, he yanked down his jock!

Damn!!

I was stunned. My hell, what a cock! That young man was hung better than any GI I ever saw in the showers, and this time he had a hardon. Get a grip on yourself! This is no big deal. You have seen guys with hardons in the showers before!

But fuck, did he ever have a dong! I had been thinking about it for so long, I was excited, almost obsessed. And something else: he was one of those guys with a bent cock. Not only was it huge, it arced up like a crowbar. I wonder what that thing would feel like. I almost slapped myself. Get a grip, man! You're thinking like a queer! 

But I couldn't tear my eyes away. The shaft was a tawny column sculptured with huge veins and smaller ripples, the skin a little darker than the rest of his body. His cockhead stood proudly out of the folds of foreskin, arching violently up. It was pink. Glowing, erotic pink. It's . . . handsome . . . no, beautiful! 

I stood unmoving -- couldn't move. Look at that thing! Never seen anything like that in my whole, damned life! I realized I was staring at it like an idiot, my mouth watering, but I couldn't help myself. I just couldn't move. 

I heard Huron's voice. "Go on, Coach. Touch it. You know you want to."

The insolent bastard! But at that instant I spotted a large bubble of clear, syrupy liquid ooze out of it -- His precum! He's turned on! My thoughts were going 100 miles an hour, and in the roaring confusion, I saw my hand go out and grasp it.

I'm doing it! I actually reached out to hold a guy's cock! Fuck, I can't get my fingers around it! It's that big! My heart pounded in my ears, and I was breathing harder. Huron stepped closer as I stared down, and I started to stroke it. "Yeah, Coach, that feels good. Stroke my big cock."

I swallowed and licked my lips, and he spotted that. "Go on, Coach." His voice was low, deep, a manly bass. "Give it a kiss . . . do it. You know you want to." 

This is bullshit! This insolent punk is not going to--

But my knees bent! I couldn't stop them! I slowly dropped to kneel in front of him, trying to fight it, trying to straighten up, but . . . there it was, right in front of my face. Ohmigod. Never been this close to a cock before. It's HUGE! I still held on, still stroking, still with the roaring in my ears. I'm supposed to kiss it. I can't do that! I can't kiss another man's--

--But my puckered lips pressed against it, kissed it, licked it -- I caught the drop of precum on my tongue -- then slid my lips around the cockhead. God, I'm sucking a man's cock!

"That's it, Coach, suck that big pecker!" 

Out of control. Opened my jaws wide and took in as much as I could. Dirty, wicked, depraved! And never been so damned excited! I swallowed his precum -- not much of a taste, really; can't tell much from a single drop. But knowing I was swallowing Huron's cock-ooze turned it into a drop of gasoline scalding down my throat. I sucked harder.

He grabbed the sides of my head and rammed the big dong harder into my mouth, jamming it down my throat, choking me, spreading my jaws so wide it brought tears to my eyes. Then he started humping it in and out. God, he's fucking my face -- how humiliating!

Worse, after a couple of minutes, he let out a deep groan, and big gushes of hot sperm slushed into my mouth and down my throat. And that I could taste. Salty. Spicy. Flavors I never tasted before . . . but flavors I recognized: the taste of a man's balls. The taste of his sweat. The taste of a hot, sweaty cock after a jackoff session. The taste of her squealing as you sink into her deep -- the taste of male!

As I gulped it down -- he got to me. From my own balls grew the tsunami of a mighty orgasm, and to my astonishment, as I knelt there in the high school locker room, sucking the cock of a high school student, my own cock throbbed to full, maximum hardness, and, almost blinded with the ecstasy, I shot a huge load into my own pants. 

Hadn't even touched myself. 

You cummed from giving another male a blowjob And you swallowed his jizz!! Not even Ellie swallowed sperm. When he pulled his cock out of my mouth, I remained kneeling, panting, heart pounding, buzzing in the afterglow of my climax. Still unable to think straight.

"Okay, Coach, stand up and get your clothes off." 

What? Who in hell does he think he is? But I stood up. Weak, staggering. "Look, Huron, I don't know what came over me just now, but--

--"Hee! hee! Looky there! Coach done cummed hisself just from sucking my cock! Yer a natural-born cocksucker, Coach!" 

Oh, shit! The front of my khaki pants had a big, round wet spot. Damn, that was a big load. "That's not . . . what you think . . . I spilled water--" But that was bullshit, and we both knew it.

--"Better get them wet pants off, Coach."

In my confusion, that seemed to make sense. "Yeah. Can't wear these outside." Everything was spinning, dizzy. I unbuckled my pants and stripped them down. My jockstrap still drooled cum through the mesh: I was busted.

"Get that jock off, too, Coach."

I yanked down the supporter and stepped out of it.

"Now lay back on the bench, and let's talk."

Lie back on the bench! No fucking way! No way am I going to let a man-- And it suddenly hit me: A man. I'm not thinking of him as a kid any more. I could still taste his cum in my mouth. He's a man! And I lay back on the bench.

He slipped his own jockstrap off his foot, where it had been looped while I sucked his cock, and he swung one leg over me. Straddling me, he sidled up to my shoulders, his huge cock once again in my face. Yeah! I opened my mouth and sucked it in again. I liked it. Wanted to suck it again. I couldn't get much of it in my mouth, of course, but I loved to choke myself on it! And the cummy taste suddenly was the most familiar I knew. Basic. Important flavor!

"Gonna git yer cherry now, Coach. Spread yer legs out fer me and git ready."

Ohmigod, NO! When Huron pulled his cock out of my mouth, I gasped, "No! Wait! I'm a married man! No! You can't do this! Won't let you!" But Huron had his jockstrap in his hand, and he mashed it over my face! 

"Feel that, Coach? My cum! Beat the meat 10 minutes ago. Suck my cum from my own sweaty jock, Coach!"

I couldn't breathe! He smothered me with the sweaty thing, and I opened my mouth wide, gasping for breath -- and the wet mesh pressed against my tongue. That taste again! The musk of his crotch filled my nostrils, overpowering me.

Out of my mind, drunker than ever in my life, I couldn't think straight. But my body knew what it wanted. My legs spread open, and my hands reached down to each knee, pulling them even wider apart. Huron moved into my crotch, his giant cock like a construction derrick, but before he mounted me, he swiped my ass a couple of times with something greasy -- must've been Vaseline or something from his locker. Then I felt his cockhead nudge against my asshole, and a second later, my whole life changed!

A bazooka rocket burned a white-hot hole through me, and the pain was terrible! My asshole was on fire. All sexual thoughts evaporated; all I could think of was stopping the pain! I reached up and yanked the jockstrap away from my mouth. "Stop! Oh, God, STOP!"

His huge ram slid further in, and again I writhed. "Jesus God, stop! Oh, god, oh, god!" I couldn't fight him -- I was in too much pain to move, like being crushed in a traffic accident and hurting too much to crawl out of the car. Tears ran from my eyes, and I gritted my teeth.

When it finally slid in to the hilt, his hips pressed against mine, it felt like he rammed a flaming torch up my ass. I was afire from between my legs all the way up to my heart. I couldn't breathe. This is it! I'll die here, cut up inside, gutted by a high school student, fucked to death on a locker room bench! I saw the end. This is all I can take. When he starts plowing, it'll be too much -- this is the end for me!

Son of a bitch, what a way to die. I don't want to go like this! I couldn't do anything but wait. 

Any second now. My asshole and my guts were so stretched open, I figured his out-stroke would be at least as painful as the entry, probably rip out my guts. I'll bleed to death.

Soon. He'll pull out soon. Disembowel me. And then it will be over.

I waited. Heard him over me, breathing hard. Felt the heat of his body. 

I opened my eyes. 

He was staring down at me like a lion at a gazelle, his pupils dilated with lust. "Like this, Coach?" Even his voice was the grunt of a lion -- deep, hoarse, savage. 

What a cruel bastard! He knows I'm dying. He's done this before, killed other men, buried their bodies in the Mississippi woods. It pissed me off. I swore to myself that, no matter how bad it got, I would give him no more satisfaction in hearing me beg him to stop. At least I'm still alive. I can stand this much.

Still he didn't move. When I looked up at him again, he grinned like an alligator at the question in my eyes. "I know you're eager, Coach. Just wait for it. You'll get used to it . . . then you'll like it . . . start begging for it."

Used to it? No fucking way! I've never felt pain like this! But it suddenly hit me: it was getting easier to take! And the longer I lay there, my thighs spread apart, Huron's big cock spreading my asshole wider around than I could believe . . . the less it hurt!

At first I didn't care -- I was just glad for the relief. I'll live through this.

Then he started fucking. As he pulled out very slowly, it hurt a little, but I could stand it. He slid out all the way, and when just his cockhead was still inside, he pushed back in again . . . and that time it didn't hurt. 

It doesn't hurt!! 

And when he pulled out again -- Incredible! Feels good! The big cock sliding through me was like a big stick of slimy mint! Peppery, but slick, smooth, sliding. And good!

Suddenly I felt something else: Oh, no! No, please! It can't be, not this!! The horniness was coming back! I felt myself getting a hardon.

No, no, no! But with every lunge, the fiery pain was replaced with a fiery craving. He had my body stretched so tight, it was inflamed and sensitive to any movement, and his thrusts rammed pleasure up my ass in showers of sparks. I looked down. I was hard as an iron bar, and my hands were pulling my knees back again. To make it easier, to help him, to get it in deeper. 

"Yeah, you like it now, don't you, Coach?" And he stopped.

I waited. 

Come on, come on!

I opened my eyes and looked up again. The cruel son of a bitch looked down at me with that shark's smile. The only sound I heard was my own panting, and it dawned on me I was even hornier than before. "Come on!" My voice was a hoarse growl, so husky I hardly recognized it. 

"C'mon what, Coach?"

I gritted my teeth and snarled, "Do it! Do it!"

He remained still, my asshole tight around his organ like a fiery ring around Saturn, driving me crazy. 

"Do what, Coach?"

I hadn't died from the pain of getting fucked, but I knew I would go insane if he didn't finish it! Something in me snapped. "Dammit, fuck me! Ram that big thing in me! Do it! Fuck me now! FUCK ME!"

The heavenly, mind-blowing thrusts began again, and he took me to a new level, a sensation so intense it was almost an orgasm, but it lasted -- didn't peak and subside like cumming! He kept me suspended, like in mid-air, floating electrocuted on that huge cock, so dizzy with pleasure I could hardly breathe. 

I had no control of my body -- it responded only to his cock. My legs automatically wrapped around his heaving buttocks, helping him, adding my strength to his lunges. "Deeper! Oh, god, Yeah! Harder!" I couldn't stop barking at him, begging him to fuck me.

At the last stage I couldn't stop my hands from reaching up, one over his shoulder, the other over his neck in a caress. I'm hugging the motherfucker! For as much as I hated the idea, my body was thanking him, submitting to him, wanting him to have his way. 

"Yeah! Yer my bitch now, Coach." 

The words were damnation, words no man can stand to hear, but my fevered, stretched, hypersensitive asshole felt every vein, bump, skin-fold, and irregularity in the surface of his thrusting cockshaft -- and mistook it for pleasure! And that freakish upward curve meant his cockhead banged against my prostate with every stroke. Every thrust was a gut-punch of pleasure, and I was so fuck-drunk when I looked up at him, I couldn't focus.

"I'm about there, Coach, gonna breed ya!" And with six or eight more savage lunges, he drove it in to the max, a vicious gouge I could almost feel in the back of my throat, and his hips slammed my whole body in a roundhouse punch. "Cummin' in ya, bitch! Yer ass is mine!"

I felt it! It's true! You can feel a cumming! A hot swelling in my guts! Swelling me full! I could only imagine the heavy surges of hot, slimy milt gushing up through me, and the feeling was too much! Barely conscious, my head fell back, my eyes clenched shut --

--and an atomic bomb went off somewhere between my balls and the blessed spot where his cock had stretched me into his property. In the sizzling pleasure no man can stand, I screamed in silent, desperate hisses, sputtering my semen like a machine-cannon! I think I counted six shots, but it went on after that. Biggest, longest, hardest ejaculation I ever had! And again, without touching my cock.

And even past my orgasm, his final lunges kept me in that ass-pleasure, turning my afterglow into a hot, fevered, continuing joy. "Keep fucking me, keep going . . . please!" My voice was slurred like a drunk's. 

But Huron was finished, and he let himself collapse onto me, his chest and belly falling with a splush! into the big puddle of my cum. As he lay there, panting by my ear, his hips gave occasional, final-touch lunges, each one giving me another mini-thrill. I lay back breathing hard, obedient, quiet, eager for whatever he would give me. 

Never could've imagined it. A man fucking me in the ass had put me into the longest, strongest, most intense ecstasy I ever felt. And then, with Huron's cock still in me, still wallowing on me as his bitch, a wave of shame swept over me. It's true. Never felt this wonderful. I hope -- somehow -- I can get over this.

About then Huron pulled out and stood up. "Look at this mess, bitch," he growled. "Git up here and clean me off!"

I was about to tell him to fuck off, but then -- the lines of white sperm running down his belly turned me on so much I rose up, went to him, and bent over to lick my own sperm from his body. He patted my bald head. "We need us a secret sign. Tell ya what, bitch, from now on, whenever I meet ya and grab yer crotch, it means yer gonna go back to the office and git ready fer me."

With that he shoved me, and I stumbled back over the bench, falling onto my ass -- luckily not banging my head against the lockers. He pulled his clothes out of his locker, put them on, and left. 

I didn't move. I just watched him go. I was awash in shame and humiliation. Ghost-figures of the soldiers in my platoons marched past and looked down at me sneering. Didn't know a queer was leading us!

When I heard the door close as Huron left, I pulled myself painfully to my feet. As I stood, a stream of his sperm ran out of my ass and down my legs. He fucked me. Bred me like a bitch. I lowered my head. Another man can call me his bitch. What have I let happen? What have I become?? 

And Ellie. I couldn't think about her. It was a train-wreck I was racing toward, and I couldn't bear to look. What am I going to do??

I took a deep breath and set my teeth. This will be a secret. To the grave. I sat on the bench and dropped my head into my hands, trying not to cry. A few minutes later I got up, staggered into the showers and washed myself off -- Can't clean this off. This is on me for a million years. -- found my clothes. I pulled them on and walked out to my car.

I drove home like a zombie. Not going to tell her. Can't tell her. More than she wants to know. She'll lose all respect for me. It's enough that I know I'm a cocksucking, man-fucking bitch-queer.

And what about that "secret sign" of his? 

Oh, fuck! I'm a fucking faggot whose students walk up to him and grab his crotch. I gnashed my teeth and made a decision. If that punk thug puts his hand on me again, I'll kill him! But with that my imagination spun off into school inquiries, police reports, investigations, newspaper reporters, charges and countercharges, and finally my picture on TV as molesting a high school student. 

And Ellie would leave me.

Tears ran down my cheeks, and I could hardly see to drive. You stupid bastard, you stupid, stupid bastard! You betrayed her! And for a damned high school loser you don't even like!!

No, now wait a minute. I didn't betray her. I didn't make love to another woman. I was fucked by another man! Everything was so confused, I couldn't think straight. But no matter how I look at it, she's going to leave me!

Something worse: deep down inside, so deep I couldn't think about it, I knew something truly snapped inside me. I surrendered to a man like I was a bitch -- and for as much as I fought it, the truth was that I liked it.. 

It was true: nothing ever gave me such an intense orgasm as I got from being fucked by a high school student. Still worse, down deep inside, I could not imagine myself not surrendering to that cock again!! 

I cried even harder. 

At home, I went through the evening meal trying to act "normal," carrying on a conversation I wasn't really hearing, afraid I was somehow filling the room with the smell of locker room, sweat , and cum, afraid any second she was going to ask me to go take a shower. 




Coach Turns Bi



I thanked my lucky stars Ellie didn't come on to me that night. For one thing, I felt so shitty, I didn't think I could get it up. For another, I was exhausted and completely fucked out. But for all my exhaustion, I was so nervous about what might happen the following day, I couldn't sleep.

I walked into the gym the next day like a floating mine. I would have exploded at the slightest touch. But Huron didn't show up for practice! Absent all day!

And he was also absent Wednesday and Thursday. I prayed he had run off somewhere, disappeared, maybe run over by a truck.

I began to relax a little. Maybe the little jerk really did run off and join the Army or something. As a matter of fact, as a sort of a private, secret celebration, I told Ellie we would have dinner Friday night after the pre-season football game. We would go to her favorite restaurant. Eleanor loved a local rock 'n' roll-themed burger joint. "I'll be busy with the game, though. Won't be able to come home to get you."

"Don't think twice, it's all right . . ." Ellie sang in a Bob Dylan voice. She was happy. 

"I'll take a taxi to the school, babe

Where I'm bound, you can tell

I'll take a taxi to the school, babe

Then I'll really ring your bell

You're all hot and sweaty on the football field

But later on when we're both stripped and peeled,

I'll show you how to use that big thing you wield

But don't think twice, it's all right!"

She purred. "I'll be waiting for you in your office when the game is over. You'll know me. I'll be the one in the T-shirt and mini-skirt." 

Whew! When Ellie "dressed-down" in that black mini-skirt and tight T-shirt -- like college girls -- it meant (a) she was in the mood, and I was going to get some, but also (b) she was going to be the hottest babe in the restaurant, making me stagger around all night with a hard dick. Damn, that girl can turn me on! As she leaned back against the kitchen counter, the very thought of her in that T-shirt and mini-skirt gave me a hardon! 

I took her in my arms. Huron's cock was in the past. Locked in the past. "I love you, Ellie."

She nibbled on my ear, and one hand groped between my legs. "Is that a Jimi Hendrix Stratocaster, or are you just glad to see me?" With that our lips met in another kiss, and as our tongues began a sword-fight, we shuffled together toward the bedroom. Yeah!

Soon our hands were inside each other's pants, and soon we were both pants-less. With a sultry little smile, she turned away from me and braced herself on the bed. Yeah, oh, yeah! "Well, let's see if Mustang Sally is wet enough for what Papa's got in his brand-new bag." I stood behind her.

Oh, fuck, yeah! Ellie's pussy was hot and wet, her lips spreading and ready. I nudged my cockhead into the volcano -- my favorite part: sliding Home. Ellie always let out a soft groan as I slid into her, almost our little signal -- we're a pair, this is our connection, this is where we are one.

And oh, fuck, did I love sliding home! Oh, yeah, there's nothing like fucking! Nothing, nothing could feel this good! Then a giant wave crashed onto my brain: Huron Cuorosckec's cock up my ass felt even better.

But Ellie was talking to me as I fucked her, knowing I loved that! "Oh -- my -- god -- it -- feels -- so -- good -- you -- big -- bastard -- your -- cock -- is -- splitting -- me -- in --half -- God -- I -- love -- it -- Deeper! -- Harder! -- Fuck me! -- you -- sonofabitch!" She knew how to press all my buttons. She could turn me into a fuck-animal. To my great relief, she had me thrusting into her so hard I was soon drenched in sweat and panting like a racehorse. I can still do it! I am NOT a queer!

But as my sperm went joyously surging into her, and I was out of my mind in ecstasy, from the back of my mind a wicked little fact crawled into the foreground: a man had pleasured me more than this. I stomped on that thought. He's gone! Disappeared! Maybe thought I would report him for raping me. I chuckled to myself. Fat chance of that. No man would ever confess to the cops that another man had raped him. 

Okay, so his fucking felt good. It just showed me a weakness. Like being an alcoholic. Got to keep away from naked cocks. Never suck one again. Keep my legs closed. I blinked. Damn, those are women's rules!

As we wound down, I relaxed on her back, sweating against her (poor thing, women don't appreciate the good, gross, rutting-animal, wallow-in-the-sweat part of sex), I knew how much I loved her. She was everything, everything that turned me on. Beautiful. Small. Intelligent. Foreign. Exotic. Cunt like a blast furnace. We had been married for 18 years, and she was always ready for a roll in the hay. I loved her. Damn, I'm a lucky man! I've got an ugly little secret, but it will be locked in a stone box forever.

The next day as drove to school, I thought about it: Tonight's going to be special. I'm going to do everything for her. Dinner, movie, anything she wants. I'm going to take hours in foreplay. When I'm finished, she's going to be begging and crying for it. I chuckled. My balls feel heavy. Tonight I'll cum so much, we'll have to bail out the bedroom.

I thought about our date all day long. Could hardly concentrate on anything else. How do other guys do it? When I know I'm about to get some, I can't think about anything else! But neither could I keep my thoughts from beyond the locker room door. I fought against it, but from time to time I saw myself wallowing on that bench as a high school kid rutted on me, and remembering the mind-blowing orgasm he slammed into me, I felt my hardon getting even stonier.

After the game -- we lost -- and the post-game locker-room lecture and scoldings, I put away the equipment as the team members were leaving, trying to hurry -- Ellie had been waiting a long time. As I put away the chalk-marker, the little wheeled dispenser that leaves a line of white dust across the grass, it slipped out of my hand, caught on something, and overturned. Nuts! Chalk dust all over both legs. Looks like another shower after I change out of these shorts. Damn! Hope Ellie doesn't mind waiting still longer.

I stripped and went into the showers. They were empty -- all the team players had gone -- and I stood under the stream of water. Tonight is going to be great!

"Well, bitch, looks like ya got yerself ready fer me."

What?? I turned around, and sure enough, Huron walked into the shower room, and he was completely naked. 

But walking beside him was Ellie! And she was naked, too! And -- I couldn't believe my eyes -- Ellie was holding onto Huron's hard cock!! She looked up at me with a drugged expression. "Terry -- I didn't -- I don't -- he -- made me cum!"

The son of a bitch raped Ellie! Furious, I leaped toward them. 

But from behind them stepped an older man with a gray beard, even bigger than Huron and much hairier. He looked enough like Huron I figured it was probably his father. He was naked, too, and even in those first seconds, I saw Huron's father was hung like a horse. 

Fuck! Even in the emergency of the situation, a little corner of my brain gaped in awe. His cock was so long it was almost grotesque. He was one of those guys with the little cockhead -- like a pink bottlecap at the end of a long cockshaft that grew thicker and thicker and thicker the closer to his groin. At the base it was even wider than Huron's. Damn! Thicker than a beer can! Literally a baseball bat of meat.

His voice was masculine and bass. "He the one?"

"That's him, Pa."

As I was about to throw a punch, Ellie gasped and tried to block me. "No . . . Terry, it's my fault . . . he -- made me cum . . ."

I did throw the punch, but -- Dammit!! -- I slipped on the wet shower floor, and (to my surprise), neither of the men threw punches but rather tried to grab me in wrestling holds. I was at a disadvantage, barefoot on the slippery floor. Huron's father was a real silvertip grizzly.

Finally they had me in a hold I couldn't get out of, and the older man maneuvered himself behind me. Suddenly I felt his hard cock jabbing up through my ass-crack! Fighting like a madman, I kept struggling away, but his hard cock kept bobbling around at my asshole, and only my furious lurches kept him from getting a good aim. 

I fought and strained against them, but I grew tired, and when I paused for just a second, I felt him align himself. His little cockhead pushed against my tight-clenched pucker! Then he set his legs and thrust -- I felt a little pop as the bottlecap thrust inside me. That was easier than Huron's -- but I knew worse was to come. He kept pushing, and my poor asshole had to stretch farther and farther with every inch, all the way up the increasing width of his oak-root cock, finally passing even the stretch required to take Huron's dong.

I fought desperately, but the pain was so intense it sapped my strength. Tears ran down my cheeks. After what seemed like hours, when he finally drove it in all the way, and I felt his cockhair scratching my ass, my rectum was on fire, stretched out -- damn, I couldn't imagine how wide it made me! -- so far I felt lightheaded, about to faint. But still I tried to fight, anything to get off the red-hot stake gouging into my guts!

But the agonizing invasion had stopped at maximum agony, and the bastard held still in me, savoring his triumph, the son of a bitch. He stood there with his cock fully up my ass, impaling me, dangling me on the end of his lance, knowing I was in pain and powerless to stop him. I was in such torture I couldn't think straight, let alone struggle away.

"Hold 'im! Don't let 'im move!" Still he held quiet in me.

And it hit me. He's like Huron, letting me stretch. Letting me get accustomed to his size. Letting me adjust to having an elephant cock in my ass! But no, I've got to save Ellie! Again I started struggling, but nothing I could do got that monster out of my guts, and -- Oh, fuck, no! -- the longer I stayed impaled on that huge thing, the more the pain faded away, and -- No, NO, this can't be happening! -- the more a strange, powerful, unearthly pleasure started to spread out from my rectum.

My lurches from side to side, my struggling, my attempts to free myself had only one effect -- the jiggling of the cock in my ass grew more and more pleasurable until with a gulp, I realized my asshole and the tunnel around that big dong had become a mineshaft coated with gunpowder, and the slightest friction from his cock would set it off. Oh, my hell, I'm getting turned on! Oh, please, not again!

"Yep, you done it, Pa. He's got a hardon. He's likin' it now."

Oh, no. Oh, shit, in front of Ellie! How fucking humiliating! 

But it was true. Huron's father reached around and groped my cock -- and it was throbbing hard. "Yeah," he grunted. "He's ready 'n' willin' now." Huron let go of me. His father alone could control me then, and I looked back. 

To my astonishment, as Huron walked back to my naked Ellie, she dropped to her knees and started sucking his cock! That sapped the strength out of me in an instant, and Huron's father started in on me. His very first withdrawal was a sizzling sensation as my mangle-stretched asshole shrank back to a smaller size. In fact it was ecstasy, my knees got weak. What a wonderful, fabulous relief! My asshole glowed, and the pain faded into pleasure. 

Dizzy, I turned once more to see what Huron was doing to Ellie -- he was cumming, spurting big gobs of jizz into her open mouth. And she was swallowing! Gulping Huron's jizz down greedily! 

But then Huron's father rammed it in me again, and Wham! In seconds my asshole was at max, baseball-bat stretch, and I couldn't hold back a scream -- but the scream faded out as the pain blended into the pleasure, a terrible, powerful, hellish ecstasy! When he pulled out again, and I got the opposite sensation, pain-down-to-relief, I couldn't deny it -- an orgasm was building in my balls. Fuck, I really am a queer. This bastard has made only two thrusts into me, and already I'm building to a climax!

And with the next lunge into me, stretching my asshole again to screaming-taut, I couldn't help myself -- my head fell back, my eyes closed, mouth open -- it's more than I can take! I realized I was no longer struggling. At all. I was quiet. Obedient. Allowing my brain to concentrate on my growing orgasm

But he interrupted me. "Spread yer legs more." 

I surrendered: spread my legs wider. Gave him better leverage. Even got up on my tiptoes for him, and he got in even deeper. Oh, god, yeah, deeper! Deeper! Even more pain!

Panting like a racehorse, I bit my lip. With my asshole stretched to the snapping point, the pain was terrible, but . . . I like the pain. I was being fucked by a backwoods yokel, a stupid motherfucker I could beat in any man-to-man combat, and even worse, as much as I fought it, I couldn't deny I wanted him to do it!

He reached around and grasped my cock again then grunted to his son. "Yep, he's ready. Okay, Huron, now we git the fucker to cum fer us. Then he's yers." 

I looked back, and what I saw stunned me. Huron was kneeling behind Ellie, fucking her doggy-style, and her eyes were glazed over with lust. Son of a bitch! Then the father began jackhammer thrusts into my glowing ass, yanking my attention back to the giant cock stretching my asshole, and before I could do anything, I felt another Hiroshima bomb building in my scrotum. Oh, God, no! Please no! Don't let me cum for him!

This can't happen! I am the Coach! I was a US Army sergeant! I'm a Korean War vet! I went to college! This shouldn't be happening. I don't want this to happen! It won't happen! No, it won't! No, it will! No,it's here! It's on me! No, I can't stop! No, no, no! Ohgodit'smorethanIcanstand I'MCUMMING CUMMING! CUMMING!!!

Huge arcs of semen shot out of my dong, splattering against the shower room wall, and I clenched my eyes shut in unspeakable ecstasy. In that celestial, sex-mad moment, I screamed, bellowing from deep in my chest, howling as I crossed over the pinnacle of male ecstasy. And it was incredible! His giant organ plugged me into Nirvana -- AND KEPT ME THERE! Damn, what a feeling! What a FEELING!! Unbelievable! Huron's father's cock kept me in the longest orgasm ever!

When it finally passed -- Damn, even longer than with Huron! -- I fell against the shower room wall. "Hold on a minute, shithead," Huron's father growled, "I ain't finished yet." I braced myself and stood obediently, dizzy, dimwitted.

"Turn 'round! Wanna look at ya whilst I fuck ya!"

He withdrew his cock -- Now I'm empty! Put it back! Cram that big thing up my ass again!! -- and I turned around. But before I could think, my body took over, and I leaped up, wrapped my arms and legs around him, and attached myself to his like a second torso. I skewered his huge dong again into my throbbing asshole -- Ah! Fuck! Yeah! -- and it sank in, painfully, wonderfully, stretching me again up to the giant diameter of the base!

He started lungin again, and I couldn't hold back grunts of pleasure and submission. I couldn't stop him -- couldn't refuse. I would let him do anything he wanted. His slave.

After a couple more minutes of lunges, each driving me into an intensified afterglow, he let out a long, low grunt, and I knew I was being bred. Yes! I feel it! Warm, spreading, filling me up! His seed!

When he pulled out, and my asshole was finally allowed to return -- or try to return -- to normal size, which was itself a sizzlingly good sensation, he let go of my hips, and absolutely out of my mind, I slumped back onto the slippery shower room floor.

"Okay, he's yers now. Don't let 'im git out o' control."

I looked up to see the father striding out of the room. Huron rolled me over onto my hands and knees. I looked back. Ellie sat against the far wall watching us, her legs spread, fingering herself. Huron mounted me--

--"Wait a minute! You're not going to--"

--but Huron's hard cock sank into my ass, instantly returning the radioactive ecstasy to my guts, and -- I swear I tried to make my body fight back, but -- I crouched there, unable to deny I was glad to have another cock up my ass. His shaft was not as huge as his daddy's at the base, but Huron's cockshaft was painfully, wonderfully big, and in spite of the fact that I had just ejaculated from his father's lunges, Huron soon had my ass purring again with the strange new pleasure of being fucked.

This won't work! You can't let that kid fuck you again!

"Hey . . . stop this . . . you can't . . . fuck me . . . " but another orgasm built in my balls, and since Huron didn't pay any attention to what I said and kept thrusting into me, I was swept along on his tidal wave of lust. When I heard Huron's victory grunt in my ear, again I shot my sperm in violent, crazed spurts. Huron's seed gushed up my ass. I was marked. I was property. I was owned. 

When Huron pulled out and stood up behind me, he pushed his foot against my hips and kicked me over. "Okay, Coach, see ya tomorrow at the Saturday practice. Be here in the showers fer me after the scrimmage . . . and bring her." He walked out into the dressing room.

I rolled over, my world crashing down around me. Son of a bitch, what has happened? A man just fucked me, his son fucked my wife, and then I let the kid do it to me again!

When I sat up, I looked down at the white slithers snaking toward the drain. Sperm coming out of my asshole. Similar snail-tracks ran down Ellie's legs. Oh. My. God. What has happened to us?

Without speaking -- both of us were still fuck-drunk and dazed -- Ellie and I showered, got dressed, and drove home. Over a dinner of hamburgers later on, I couldn't look her in the eye, and finally she put down her glass. "Honey, we have to talk."

"Don't know what to say."

She got up from her seat and came over to me. "Terry, let's let it out. Let's tell 100% of everything that happened. We'll be completely honest. Tell everything."

I hate to tell her this. But if I keep it inside, it will rot me. "Ellie, this all started with something bad at the school last week."

She sat next to me and took my hand. "This started last week? Tell me."

"That big kid, Huron Cuorosckec?"

She sighed. "Yeah. the son. Big."

"Yeah." I dropped my eyes. "A week ago . . . I was trying to see how big his cock was." I took a deep breath. "He pulled down his jock and showed me . . . and then I don't know what happened. I just lost control"--

--"I know, I know! It's like hypnotizing!"

"Yeah. that's right. How did you know"-- 

--"Terry, the same thing happened to me. Go on, tell me the rest."

"Well -- damn, this is hard to say -- it looked so . . . tempting, I don't know how it happened . . . somehow I found myself kneeling down to suck it--"

--"Ah, you sucked his cock!"

I gritted my teeth. "Yeah. Yeah, I did. And somehow that made me so horny--" I took a deep breath. --"I let him fuck me on the locker room bench." I lowered my head. "There it is. I said it: a man fucked me."

When I looked up, Ellie was staring at me, and I couldn't read her expression. I figured it was some kind of horror. Here it begins. The tears. The screaming. The divorce. 

But she was silent. Finally I spoke, but my voice was a squeak: "Tell me what happened to you." 

"I was waiting for you in your office when Huron and his father came through the door. They grabbed me, and before I could scream, he put his hand over my mouth--"




Coach Turns Bi



--"He raped you, the son of a bitch! I'll get him for that!"--

--"No, no . . . okay, it was rape at first . . . but not later"--

--"What??"

She looked up at me. "Terry . . . Duke, you know what that big cock feels like. I saw you. You loved it like I did." She put her hand on my shoulder. "I don't know how they did it -- I mean, I was scared -- but between the two of them, holding me, fondling me, feeling me, rubbing and squeezing . . . I started getting turned on. And once they felt I was wet, Huron stuck his cock in" -- her voice became a hiss -- "God, Duke, it was incredible! Like sticking a bar of cinnamon up my pussy! I was instantly on fire!"

I stared at her. "I had the same feeling! Like mint!"

Ellie's eyes were vacant, and she was breathing hard. "His cock . . . it curves up!--

We both said it together --"like a crowbar!"

She went on: "And it hit -- oh, Duke, it hit my spot every time! He blasted me into a climax with the third stroke, and again and again and again and AGAIN!!"

She paused a moment, calming down. "As a rape it would not have been my fault. And it started out as a rape." She lowered her voice. "But by the time he finished, he made me cum so many times, I couldn't think straight." She dropped her head in shame. "I love you, Terry. But I can't deny that man's cock turned me on so bad, I would've let him do anything he wanted." She gave me a little smile. "But Duke, why didn't you say anything about this a week ago?"

"Ellie, no man wants to admit that he was fucked by a high school student." I looked at her. "Last week was the first time. First time I ever wanted a man to . . . do me. Never thought I was gay. Never looked at a man before." I gave her a pitiful little smile. "But just like Huron did to you, he gave me such an orgasm, I couldn't fight him." I sighed. "Got to admit it to you. I'm a queer." Then I lowered my eyes, too. "I know what you must think of me now."

When I looked up, I saw that strange expression again -- and what I heard next blew me completely out of the water. "Terry, my big Duke-stud, that is the hottest thing I have ever heard! I never dreamed you could get it on with another man. Oh, Duke, that makes me so hot I'm wet." 

I was astonished.

She stared at me, her eyes glittering, and she took my hand. "Terry, you're not queer! Anybody who can sock it to me like you can is bi! And that's great!" Then her voice dropped. "Tell me what it was like." Her voice was so soft I could barely hear her. 

"Well, he . . . " -- I didn't know what to say -- "You saw his big cock --"

--"Oh, god, yes, huge! Tell me about it!"

"Ellie, what's come over you?"

"Oh, Terry, I've always had a secret dream of watching two men fuck each other . . . and then . . . maybe I could get in on it. I'm sorry. It's just a fantasy I've always had. I never dreamed I would get anywhere close to it -- I never figured you would go for sex with a man. But now that you . . . oh, my god, you liked it, I'm so turned on, if you don't fuck me this second, I'm going out into the street and stop the first car!"

By that point she was down to her bra and panties, and when I stood up from my chair, she ran into my arms, and our mouths met in an open-mouth kiss. Her tongue was a vicious snake, chasing mine around, scouring my mouth. Ellie was an aggressive little she-badger.

We barely made it to the bedroom. Once we were naked, I laid her back on the bed and -- no foreplay -- raised her legs to my shoulders and rammed my cock up her cunt, all the way in one vicious, all-my-strength thrust! Damn, she's right! Wet and boiling hot! I slid into her like a torpedo shooting through the launch-tube.

And I was proud of myself: my dick was so hard and throbbing, it almost hurt! I had heard, "Once a queer, you can never go back to straight," and "A cock in your ass turns you inside-out: from then on you only want it in the ass." I sighed with relief: I'm hard! I can fuck her!!

I sank it in with more than usual gusto, and Ellie writhed back and forth, turning her head from side to side, breathing hard, in such heat, I figured I would have to fight off a premature ejaculation -- but I didn't. I plowed her for a good 20 minutes, driving her to orgasm after orgasm, fucking her into a screaming, begging, shuddering female body literally at my mercy. She was so hot all I had to do was clench my crotch muscles a couple of times to make my cock snap up in her cunt during the strokes, and she would stiffen and arch her back in the ecstasy of yet another mini-cum. This is downright weird! She learns I take it up the ass, and suddenly she's submitting to me like she's a teenager getting her cherry plucked!

Like a hand grenade going off in my scrotum, an orgasm swept over me, and I gushed the family juice into Ellie's steaming pussy. She was no teenaged beginner, though. Her cunt walls gripped and undulated against my cock, zapping me like I stuck my dick in a light socket. 

As always, Ellie won. When it was over, she leaned back like a manta ray arching up for a strike -- and I rolled aside, panting and sweating, looking over at her like a steer on the auction block. We lay together, purring in the afterglow, and finally she said, "Are you going to do it again tomorrow?" Her voice was low and husky, like a cello playing in a sauna bath.

"With Huron? Have sex with him again? Naw. Bad idea. I don't know how, but I've got to bring a stop to all this."

Her eyes were disappointed. "But he told us to come back."

"What? Ellie, you want me to??"

She closed her eyes. "It's the hottest thing I can imagine -- you fucking with other men, then sticking that big thing in me . . . while it's still dripping with their juices." She fingered her wet pussy. "And Duke, if you get a fuck from Huron . . . isn't it okay if I do, too?"

I could hardly think straight. This is my innocent little Ellie? She's lying there with my jizz running out of her pussy, telling me in a throaty voice she wants me to get it on with other men. "Ellie . . . sex with men is . . . not good. Not manly"--

--"You said yourself you liked it!"

"Yeah. Yeah, that's true. I must be part gay, maybe bisexual, but it makes me less of a man"--

--"No, it doesn't! You're more of a man! As a bi, you can fuck anything! Anybody!"

I lowered my head. "Ellie. I didn't fuck him; he fucked me. Took me like a bitch. And I liked it, and that's what bothers me."

She writhed on the bed. "Oh, god, that's what sets me on fire! You getting fucked and liking it!" She grabbed my arm. "Duke, think about it! You and I get the same feelings! Both of us know what Huron's big, hard cock feels like! Both of us got a climax from it!" Her fingernails dug into my skin. "God, that turns me on! You know what it's like to be fucked!!"

She stared into my eyes. "Duke, we've got to do it again!" Her voice lowered to a hiss. "I want to watch again!!"

What have I done? I looked hard at her. "Ellie, can't you understand how humiliating this is?"

She smiled. "That's just male ego. Think about it: you, the man, get off on thinking you're conquering me as you fuck me."

I blinked. "That's not--"

--"But I, the woman, get off on the pure physical rush." Ellie squeezed my hand and smiled. "Ever thought about who gets the best feeling?" She touched my ear. "When you stick your finger in your ear, which feels better, your finger or your ear?" 

Her smile turned into a sort of triumph. "You see? Getting fucked is better. No work. You get all his power, all his lust, all his energy -- all of it poured into your climax!" 

"Damn, Ellie, I never dreamed you were this hot."

She opened her eyes like a sultry cat. "I've never lived such a hot, horny day, Dukey-boy."

I took a deep breath. "Okay. Tomorrow's practice is at 10:00. I was going to stay away from Huron, but . . . if you really want me to do this . . . and you want to watch . . . you can show up after the practice -- should be around 2:00." I looked at her, and her pupils were dilated. 

I took another deep breath. "You can watch him fuck me . . . and you can get him to fuck you."

"Oh, god, Duke, that is the hottest thing I have ever heard of!!" With that, she wrapped both legs around my hips, pulled me to her and -- Damn, I got my hardon back! -- again I sank my dong in her to the hilt in one, savage, teeth-gritting lunge!

After a few minutes of thrusting, I exploded in Ellie in a hell of an ejaculation. Felt like a gallon. She'll be leaking this for the rest of the night.I felt good. Bred her good and hard.

After some afterglow kisses and hugging, we rolled over, and Ellie went to sleep. I had trouble sleeping, though. Couldn't get the memories of the day out of my head. Couldn't stop imagining what would happen to us the next.

The next morning, I watched the players run out onto the field. Huron Cuorosckec waited until all the others had run out, then he trotted up to me, reached out, and groped my crotch. I looked around nervously; luckily, no one was looking. "When the game gits going," he muttered, "meet me in the showers. Naked." 

"What? Now??"

But without an answer, he trotted out to the practice field. 

If we get caught, oh, hell! But I had a hardon -- Lucky I'm wearing a jockstrap; it's not tenting out my pants -- and my thoughts were so hot, I found myself breathing harder. I watched as the scrimmage got underway. Then I hurried back to my office and called Ellie. "Honey, Huron just told me he wants to meet me in the showers right now. Can you get over here in 10 minutes?"

She didn't answer. I just heard the click of the hang-up. Only seven minutes later, Ellie came skipping into my office. 

"Okay, honey. Like I said, he's going to meet me in the showers after the game out there gets going." Ellie's eyes were dilated. She was hot. Her mouth was open; she was breathing hard. 

I was breathing hard, too. "Ellie, this is dangerous. Anybody could come in here and catch us."

"I don't care! I'm so horny I'm going to hump a fire hydrant!"

"Okay, just as long as you know what we're risking. I'm going to strip down and go to the showers. When he comes in, he'll do it to me." 

"I want to see it, Duke. To see you, my big hunk of a drill sergeant husband, getting fucked again by a student. The danger makes it even hotter!" Her eyes were almost glazed over. "Getting fucked . . . knowing my feelings . . . cumming just like me . . . "

I pulled off my clothes. I wished I didn't have a hardon -- it made me look too eager -- but it flipped up to slap my belly when I yanked down my jockstrap. Ellie snickered. No sense denying it; both of us were major turned on. I walked into the shower room and turned on the water. Ellie hid behind the door. 

In about five minutes I heard Huron's voice. "Okay, Coach, I see yer stripped and ready." He yanked down his gym trunks and his jockstrap. There it was. The Cock. Not as big as his daddy's, but it had that vicious up-curve like a pirate's hook. "Git down here and suck it, Coach."

There it was. Damn, it's handsome! Long. Damn long. And thick. Not as thick as his father's and not with that Satanic, constantly-bigger shape, but damned fat. And a cockhead even wider. I licked my lips. Without realizing it, I had moved from under the shower stream to stand in front of him. Close to him. Close to it. Couldn't stop staring. 

Nervous, knowing Ellie's eyes were on me hoping to see me suck a cock, I sank to my knees and shuffled the couple of steps closer. I was in the Army again. In combat. Staring down the vicious, lethal barrel of a field mortar -- a broad, hot, smoking black hole in a huge steel tube. 

I spread my jaws wide, and when my lips touched the warm, moist tip of Huron's mortar barrel, it exploded in fire, shooting its deadly sperm a mile down my gullet. 

A premature ejaculation! Huron's in a horny mood! I felt a huge spurt of precum sputter out into my jockstrap. Damn, I'm a slut! Now I'm spurting precum just from sucking his cock! 

While he wound down, I enjoyed the smells. I loved the sweaty, ballsy, manly odor. It made me drunk. Finally he growled, "Yeah, Coach, yer a born cocksucker. Swallered ever' drop, did ya?" He put his hands on my forehead and pushed me back. His cock slopped out of my mouth with a sucking sound and I fell onto my back. Huron dropped onto me, mounting me, his fingers yanking aside the elastic straps of my jock. I felt the touch at my asshole -- Damn, he never lost his erection! --, then he pushed hard, and Oh, shit, oh, fuck, oh, hell!! God, that hurts!!

I couldn't scream. Not with Ellie watching. Damn, it hurt! I clenched my fists on the wet shower room floor and bit my lip -- but at the same time I felt my cock get so hard it was about to explode!

Once the first pain faded away, I grew so hot, so horny -- I love this! -- I raised my hips, angling my asshole even better for him, and my wide-yawing rectum radiated an exhilaration so powerful it was almost scary. 

Huron's knobby, heavily veined cockshaft chattered through my asshole like a clarinet dragging through it, popping and snapping the tight rubber-band of my rectum, sending hot darts of ecstasy into my flesh with every movement. More than the body can stand. After only four or five muscular lunges, I went -- fighting and clawing -- over the falls, and with the roaring in my ears, my whole body turned into a cocoon of fiery pleasure. Drunk, barely conscious, I felt myself spurting heavy jets of cum. Mindless. An out-of-body experience. 

My body wanted to relax after such a glorious climax, but I had a duty to perform: I was Huron's hole, and he was still plowing toward his own cumming. His thrusts and that wonderful, tight-stretching, moonscape of a cock ravaged, sandpapered, and tormented my poor asshole so violently, he kept me in an intense afterglow -- just a notch below peak orgasm -- until "Here ya go, shithead! Take it!!" 

I couldn't feel his seed jetting up inside me. Too pleasured, too delirious, too fucked to feel it. But when he pulled out, I felt a river slithering out of my asshole, and I was glad I was already in the shower room. I lay back, panting, gasping. I would have been covered in sweat if I had not been lying in the spray of a shower nozzle. 

Helpless. Fucked. Totally pleasured out.

As he pulled up his jock and gym trunks, he glared down at me. "I'll want ya again after the scrimmage. And git yer wife here then!"

"I'm here now." Smiling shyly, Ellie stepped naked from the door into the showers.

"Well, I'll be damned! Okay, bitch, get over here!"

Huron grabbed Ellie by the arm and yanked her into the middle of the floor, near me. She pulled back. "No, don't hurt me! You don't understand! I want you to do it to me again. But fuck me like you did my husband! I want to feel everything he felt!"

Huron's face took on an evil smile. "You want it up the ass?"

"Yes!"

I couldn't have been more astounded if she had grown a cock. "Ellie, Ellie, what are you saying??"

"Duke, this will bring us even closer together!" She dropped to her hands and knees beside me, and she stared into my eyes. "When the cock that fucked you is in my ass, Terry, I want you to stick yours in my pussy! When we cum, we'll cum together, and he'll be fucking us both!"

I was so confused I couldn't think straight, but it didn't matter -- Huron had yanked off his clothes again and was so into butt-fucking my wife, he was mounted on her before I could make a move. Ellie let out a scream as Huron's big dong spread open her virgin asshole.

I knew what she was going through. Once his cockhead had busted past Ellie's ass-ring, he sank in a few inches, then held still, letting her adjust, letting her asshole stretch. Breaking her to ass-fucking just like he broke me. And after a couple of minutes, the tortured expression on her face relaxed. "Duke," she hissed. "Now! Get under me! Fuck me!"

Incredible! I'm going to fuck my wife while a high school kid fucks her in the ass! I thought about it: she was right -- she would know what I had felt with Huron's cock up my ass, and I would know what she was feeling as he fucked her. It was true. We would share everything.

I scrambled to slide under her on my back, sliding my legs between both hers and Huron's. He kept on plowing her, an animal, thrusting toward his own pleasure. I thrust up into Ellie's dripping pussy to the undulating motions from Huron's dong in the channel above. Ellie had a tight cunt, and the recycling massages from Huron's fucking actually made sinking myself into her easier. I just pushed, and the undulations of her body wriggled her onto me down to the hilt.

She looked down at me with fire, and I knew she was burning. Lust for Huron -- and love for me. The whole situation was such a mind-blowing turn-on, after only a few thrusts of my own, we heard Huron grunting, "Here it comes, bitch, gonna fill yer ass with cum!" and with his long groan of orgasm, both Ellie and I swept into a climax, ourselves.

And again, she was right. Huron's cock was thrilling her, and I knew how that felt -- what she was going through -- and the shared experience was molten lava pouring from her body into my balls, setting off my orgasm so powerfully I lost control of myself. My body literally fused together with Ellie's! For a long, stupefying time, I could not feel or even imagine where my body ended and hers began. My cock melted into her cunt, and we were one. My fuck-lunges degenerated into palsied shuddering, both of us in spasms of unspeakable pleasure. 

The three of us collapsed into a pile of climaxing flesh.

I don't know how long that lasted. Could've been hours. Could've been minutes. Probably seconds. All I know is that it lasted, full-strength, continuous -- until Huron pulled his cock out of her ass. 

We both felt it. Huron was pulling his cock out of us both. It came out of her ass with a wet, sucking sound, and Huron sat back on his haunches -- and the power cord was disconnected. "That was a good 'un." He patted Ellie's butt. "Fergit meetin' me after practice -- I'm done fer a while. Bring this bitch with ya over to the house Sunday night, Coach. I want Pa to enjoy this"

With that, he stood up and walked out, back to the playing field, back to the practice. Ellie and I lay together on the wet floor, winding down from the biggest orgasm I -- we -- ever had like two big electric motors spinning slowly down from 20,000 rpm. Slowly, gradually, by degrees, the lines that made us individuals grew darker until finally I was Terry -- with my cock sunk into the cunt of -- Ellie, my wife.

"My god." Her voice was like Eve looking at the creation of the world. "I never dreamed sex could be like that."

"Me neither." I started to pull my cock out of her, but--

--"No, no, leave it in. I want this to last forever."

But physiology was against me. The longer we lay there, the softer I got until my cock shlupped out. I crawled to my feet then helped her up. Together we showered. Long white slithers oozed down our legs for several minutes.

Dressed, I walked out of the locker room with her. "Come back at the noon break. We'll go have lunch at a nice restaurant."

*****

We went to our favorite joint and ordered steak. As we ate, she said, "Duke, that was the most incredible sexual experience I ever had."

"Same for me. I never thought an orgasm could get that intense."

She lowered her voice. "I hope you're okay that I let him fuck me." She looked into my eyes. "But so did you. And now we're even closer together." 

I leaned across the table and kissed her. "A shared experience. But I love you, Ellie. Huron is just a useful prick." She leaned over and kissed me back. 




Coach Turns Bi



We ate for a few minutes, then, "Terry . . . I want to do it again."

"Well, you heard what he said. I'm supposed to 'bring the bitch' and show up at their house Sunday night." I paused. "I wasn't really planning to go. For one thing, there's supposed to be some big storm out in the gulf."

She had a Mona Lisa smile. "Oh, you're not afraid of a little thunderstorm, are you? There's one more thing we have to do."

One more thing? What else could there possibly be?? "Okay, we'll go if you want to. Might get a little bad weather."

*****

I drove her back to her car at the school, then went back to the second session of practice. I tried not to make eye contact with Huron, but it was tough. I found myself looking at his crotch in quick glances. That big kid fucked me. Fucked my wife. And she's okay with it! Everything seemed so simple -- but I was like a polar bear in the jungle. Nothing was familiar.

That evening, Ellie and I ate dinner like robots. Pecking at the food. Strangely uneasy, not knowing quite what to say. I dropped my fork. "Ellie, this is such a weird new world for me. I mean, letting a man fuck me. Letting him fuck you. And you being okay with all that."

Ellie looked at me. "Is that wrong? We haven't betrayed each other. We haven't cheated on each other. We let each other know exactly what was going on." She gave me a quiet, gentle smile. "And you liked it. You said you did. I saw you did. I'm glad you liked it. I want you to do things you like."

She paused. "And the same goes for me." She took my hand. "I like that wild kid's dick in me. But I love you. Huron's just like a bar of soap. I use him, then I put him away. No attachment. Sex with you is different. You're my husband. I love you."

I leaned over and kissed her. Then she gave me an evil little smile. "And just once, this Sunday night, we both" -- her voice grew very soft and slow -- "will be two bitches looking for a fuck."

I looked at her. "Damn, you're dirty. I never dreamed."

"It's not dirty, it's the truth. We shared a truth -- we both like being laid. I know this about you. You know this about me. Now we're going for a good session of it." She took my hand. "I love you, Terry. Your cock is my favorite. Why is that dirty?"

I bent over and kissed her again. "I love you, too, Ellie."

On Saturday I did the usual things -- mowed the lawn, washed the car. Ellie vacuumed the living room. Both of us were like zombies. Somehow we had an unspoken agreement -- no sex before Sunday night; we wanted to be at peak sensitivity and drive. But Sunday dragged by even more slowly. "I can't stand it. It's like waiting two days in line for a Beatles concert. I'm going nuts!"

She smiled. "Relax, horny boy."

Finally the sun sank in the sky, and we got ready for the orgy. On the drive to the Cuoroskec house, the wind blew in the car window and up Ellie's miniskirt. "Ah-hah, no underwear, you naughty girl!"

"I want to be ready." She looked up at me with her lioness look. "I never dreamed you would turn out to fulfill my darkest fantasy." As a matter of fact, it was dark. Very dark. Black storm clouds had darkened the sky even before the sun went down.

"I never dreamed such a hot sex kitten was hiding inside quiet, sweet little Ellie." I looked over at her. "Tell me something. Which felt better, Huron in the front or Huron in the back?" She looked surprised, so I continued, "I mean, I know it hurt in the ass the first time . . . but in the end . . . which was better?"

Ellie looked back from under her eyelashes. "I hate to tell you this." She giggled. "The feeling in the cunt is stronger. Any woman knows that."

I whistled. "The feeling of his cock in my ass drove me crazy. I can't imagine what you go through with something that's better than that!"

She leaned over and kissed me -- backing off as the car tire shuddered at the edge of the pavement. "And how about you? Which do you prefer? Fucking or being fucked?"

"Gee, I don't know. Fucking is like an explosion -- unbearably intense, almost lethal . . . but only for a few seconds. Getting fucked is more like a blowtorch -- I can stand it, but it lasts for such a long, long time, I go out of my mind." I smiled. "But I can't really explain it, can I? Your pussy thrills better than my asshole. But my cock thrills better than your pussy -- or so men have always believed."

"Looks like we still have the eternal secrets." I looked out at the woods. The wind was getting stronger, and ran splattered against the windshield.

A short time later we pulled up to the Cuorosckec house. An big, unpainted dump, an old, two-story stone house once a genteel Southern-style farmhouse. Not quite a plantation mansion, but still a large structure -- deteriorated and rotting. Time (and the Cuorosckecs, probably) had been hard on it. A car without any wheels rested in the dirt in front of the porch. A large, dead oak tree in front. A few tufts of weeds, some long stems of grass. Mostly bare dirt. The place screamed low-income, low social level. Hopelessness. By then the wind was very strong, and it was raining. The clouds came from about 50 miles south, back at the Mississippi gulf coast.

Hurricane Camille had come ashore -- but we didn't know that yet.

Huron walked out on the porch and yelled, "Bitch! Git in here outa the rain!"

Ellie snickered. "I think he's talking to you," but she got out and hurried over to him. I trotted behind. We followed Huron inside, into a small vestibule with old-fashioned wood trim, coat-hooks, and an umbrella stand . There Ellie spoke up: "Okay, Huron, let's set out some ground rules--"

--"Ain't gonna be no rules. Gonna fuck ya--"

--"That's right -- it's no rape. Both of us want you to fuck us!" Ellie's voice hardened. "So let's just cut out the tough-guy crap, all right? Nobody's going to hurt anybody. My husband is a US Army karate instructor, and he can kick your ass."

Huron looked at her with a sneer. "More like he wants me to fuck his ass."

Ellie smiled. "That's right. The Coach here likes it" -- I blushed. Damn, this is embarrassing! -- "and I liked it, too . . . and we want to feel it again." Ellie stared him down. "So let's go in the house, bring your father in, and let's play!"

I was dumbfounded. My little Ellie. Barely 100 pounds. Five-foot-one. My little pixie. Bulldozing the big hillbilly like she was an Army drill sergeant herself. Damn, I see who has the true grit in this family! Finally I muttered, "Ellie, damn, you're hot!" Couldn't think of anything else to say.

We walked into the living room, a large room but very dark, lit only by a kerosene lamp on a dusty table. Huron's father sat in a large overstuffed chair. He was naked. His huge, impossibly-thick cock stood up from his crotch like a lighthouse. "Awright, bitch, get over here and sit on this."

Ellie sucked in her breath. "I want your son to fuck me."

"Ain't talkin' to you. I mean the other bitch. The big, tough, high school coach. Get over here, bitch, and lemme fuck ya!" He reached into a jar of Vaseline on a side table next to him, scooped out some, and started slathering it on his cock. 

Dammit, I hate this humiliation shit! Can't he just fuck me and enjoy the physical part?? But what the hell, it's what I came for. I shucked down my pants, kicked off my shoes, and pulled off my shirt. Outside, the wind was roaring around the house.

When I was naked, I moved over to the big man in the chair, turned around, and backed toward him. When I got close enough, he swiped a few gobs of Vaseline into my ass crack, and his finger jammed up my asshole. "Now turn around, bitch! I wanna see the face of the cunt I'm screwin'!" 

I turned to face him, spread my legs out over his legs, and gripped the back of the chair. Then I spread my legs out over the arms of the chair, pressed my chest against his, then sat back, lowering myself as he maneuvered that mind-boggling cock to my asshole. When it nudged at my pucker, I sat back, pushing it in, but I settled slowly, gingerly, trying to let my asshole swell, but he grabbed my hips. With a vicious upward lunge, he sank his huge dong into me in a single, violent, agonizing thrust! 

I let out a yell and almost fainted. His thrust had jammed into me so deep my asshole had to stretch out past beer-can width in a single wow! Tears streamed down my cheeks, but in the midst of the fire, I felt his cockhair against my balls. All of it! He plowed me with all of it at once! My asshole his probably split and bleeding.

And as before, he held me there. "Can't get enough, can ya, cunt? My boy done found me a real cock-slut. Look at you, sittin' on my cock, dyin' o' the pain but --" he looked in my eyes and sneered -- "prac'ly beggin' me to do whutever I want."

It was true; he had me. Like before, the pain was fading away, and the overpowering pleasure of his cock in my ass began to sweep over me. I gasped, "Yeah! Fuck me!"

"Awright, slut. Do it."

I felt like shit, but when I realized he wasn't going to do the fucking, I raised my ass, then lowered it onto him . . . again and again and again. And like before, the terrible, painful, heart-stopping ecstasy of his gnarly cockshaft stretching my fevered asshole was like fine Kentucky bourbon. The joy of it grew so intense I could barely control myself.

Outside, the wind was screaming, but everybody inside was so fuck-drunk, the roar was just background noise -- like a soundtrack. As a matter of fact -- This is so humiliating! I have to surrender every fucking bit of my masculine pride! -- I climaxed before he did. The machine-gun slugs of pleasure shooting into my guts from the texture of his cockshaft over my asshole, stretched so thin it was just cellophane, fired up my balls, and I was helpless as an orgasm tore me up and with panting gasps, my cock sputtered hot blobs of sperm all over his chest.

I'll be damned if the old man didn't reach up, seize my face, and pull me down into a kiss!

Like kissing a drainpipe. His tongue stabbed into my mouth, viciously swiping here and there, leaving me tastes of tobacco, garlic, cheap wine, and rotting food. And it was a 100% male kiss. No love. No affection. Pure, fucking, breeding-season lust. He kissed me purely for his own pleasure -- I was his bitch, his toy, his male fuck-hole. Nothing more. 

He released me from the kiss when he got his orgasm. "Yeah! Cocksucker! Yeah, you got it now!" He lunged upward, ramming himself into me, to the full, broad, ass-tightening girth of his dong, and a spreading warmth inside me let me know I was being bred.

I liked it. I wished I didn't -- Who likes to be treated like a piece of shit? -- but I hoped this would not be the last time. I opened my eyes and looked around. Ellie! I forgot about Ellie!

She lay on her back on the filthy floor, her clothes in piles around her. Her legs were wrapped around Huron's lunging hips as his cock plowed her. And she was so hot, I could actually see her juices coating his plunging organ, spattering the floor around their joining.

About that time, Huron's father put his hands on my chest and pushed me backward. I fell off him onto the floor. About then Huron got his gun, and with a groan, he collapsed on Ellie. For several minutes the room was silent. Even the wind had paused for a moment, and we heard just the sound of heavy breathing. Four people floating in the warm pleasure of the afterglow.

Then Ellie's voice: "Now there's something you've go to do for us." 

Huron and his father looked up. "Ain't gotta do nuthin' fer--"

--"You've got to give it to us both in the ass while Terry fucks me."

"Damn, bitch, you are one horny lady."

The roar of the wind began again, and what would go down in my history as History's Greatest Fuck started as Huron lay back on the carpet. Ellie squatted back onto his hard cock, taking it up her ass. Then she lay back on him, and his hands came up to fondle her tits. Horny sight. Wished I had a camera.

Looking up at me with eyes boiling with lust, she spread her legs for me, and I knelt, aimed, and sank the family heirloom up her dripping cunt. Shooo-bah! She was slick and dilated from Huron but so seething hot, I actually expected a blistered cock to come back out. What a feeling!! With a shudder, I knew this fucking would not last long -- I hadn't even begun yet and I felt my balls buzzing.

As soon as I was hilted in Ellie's cunt, Huron's father nudged my battered asshole again with the point of his famous spear, and with another of his trademark athletic lunges, he sank it in to screaming depth, spreading my asshole again to the size of impossibility. The wind outside was roaring like a jet plane flying through the room, with crashing sounds as tree limbs bashed against the house.

But we were in a fuck-craze, insane with lust. Intercourse with both of us getting it from behind. After a few seconds of getting a rhythm, we lunged back and forth, skewering, plowing, four tides going in and out until -- I knew it! -- on one of my refluent strokes, I felt the orgasm start in my balls, and as it grew I bent down to kiss Ellie. 

I think that did it: my climax spread to everybody because all of us started groaning at once, and when the fires burned over me and my cock shot my ecstatic jizz up Ellie's pussy, she let out a scream, and her cunt convulsed around my shaft. From my own experiences, I knew her orgasming asshole was clenching at Huron's dong. At the same time Huron's father's cock spread even wider, painfully, wonderfully gigantic in my ass, a flamethrower spewing fire into my guts. Huron growled wordless insanities as, back arched, he thrust into Ellie's ass to his maximum length, so fuck-nuts I could hear his teeth chattering in spasms of ecstasy. 

All four of us were in a solar-explosion orgasm -- all at the same moment, all with the same ecstasies -- and over everything howled the titanic winds screaming around the house like 100 freight trains, like Nature and all Existence were joining in the orgasm -- crashes, booms, shattering glass -- and at the maximum, screaming pinnacle of our pleasure, the sexual fire in the four of us melted us into one single, blissful body, and with a gigantic, roaring explosion, the whole house shook, and everything went black!

In that white-hot, unbelievable instant, the insane sexuality smeared us all together, burning away cares, disappointments, aggression, disillusion, any sensation except . . . joy. The orgasm went on and on -- I lost count of my ejaculations at 10. Finally I was shooting dry, but the pleasure and the mind-frying ecstasy went on. Longest marathon-orgasm I ever had.

Everybody else was riding along with me, shuddering in indescribable pleasure, almost senseless, the house convulsing and the wind screaming around us. When we finally passed the peak -- all of us at exactly the same moment -- we began a long slide down into an intense afterglow. I didn't know about everybody else, but I was in such a happy euphoria I could have remained like that for the rest of my life. But as we came to, we realized everything was dark, and we were getting wet from rain. We helped each other up and looked around. 

The crashes we heard were tree limbs and other missiles slamming against the walls, breaking windows on the second floor, but the huge explosion was the oak tree outside falling against the house, knocking in the roof and smashing in the wall! And the old car in the front yard had become a missile -- a wheel-less 1948 Chrysler smashing through the front door!

Camille was passing by. Miraculously, the living room held together -- the ceiling had a large hole, but the walls had not collapsed. But the house was a wreck. We couldn't see much in the darkness -- we would not know until the morning how completely the house was destroyed. 

We spent the rest of the night waiting there. Huron found a blanket, and the four of us, still naked, huddled under it in a dry corner of the room. Camille's winds slowly died down. 

As the night grew more quiet, our lust returned. As the winds died down, we did two re-runs of what I remembered forever as the Hurricane position. When the sun finally rose, we again lay together on the floor, under the blanket, and I realized the four of us had a new relationship: 

Ellie and I were much closer -- the closest friend I had ever known. 

Huron and his father, for all that they were antisocial and dissimilar, had mysteriously become "special friends." Mind-boggling sex and Hurricane Camille, as the saying goes, "make strange bedfellows."

Camille hit Mississippi with the strongest winds in history -- 200mph -- and even far inland, the Curorosckec house was only one of thousands of wrecks. As we finally found our clothes (or something to wear), we crawled out of the splintered wood and piles of brick. Huron looked around at all of it, then at Ellie. "Gawd damn, that was the most unb'lievable feelin' I ever had!" He wasn't talking about Hurricane Camille.

Huron and his father stayed with us in our apartment that year, and during that time we did the Hurricane position nearly every night -- and a few times all night long. When Huron (finally) graduated the following May, he got a job, and they moved out. 

Ellie and I lived in Mirsuccie for eight more years, visiting the Cuorosckecs occasionally to talk about Hurricane Camille and do the Hurricane position -- until I got a master's degree, and we moved to a new coaching job at a college a few states away. After we moved, we still drove back to Mirsuccie for the Hurricane position every now and then. Until the old man died. 

Huron died that same year in a car crash. Drunk and speeding. 

We went to the funerals. Strange, the attachment we had to them -- not love, never anything in the same category as how I felt about Eleanor -- but higher than lust, sort of a naked-comrades club.

In later years, we entertained a number of men for threesomes -- never did successfully arrange another foursome and the Hurricane position -- and as risk of diseases became more dangerous and we grew older, our circle grew smaller until Ellie and I again had just each other. And we loved each other even more. 

Ellie died in 2005, a month after Hurricane Katrina struck Mississippi.

Now I spend a lot of time reading through our scrapbooks. I've gone back to Germany a few times. 

And to this day, a high wind always gives me a hardon.

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