Marilyn and the Gym Teacher

Mandy and Marilyn scrambled into class just as the class was breaking into 
basketball games.  They both collected themselves, caught their breath and hoped 
to fake their way out of what could be a bit of a jam.

"By the way," Marilyn whispered to Mandy, "you didn't see what you saw between 
my legs if you want to see it again."

"OK, Marilyn, thanks for the 'help'!"

"WALKER!  CORRIGAN!  What is the meaning behind what's going on here?"

Their jam had appeared.  Coach Mary Bailey strutted her way in front of the two 
girls.  Though she was only 5'3" and small-boned, she had a tough reputation 
that made her gym class the scourge of the school.  More importantly that tough 
rep helped her to massive success coaching the girl's hoops team to a couple of 
state championships and tons of league titles.  Her really short, curly hair and 
soft, pretty face was toughened enough by age and attitude to garner her more 
than enough respect.

"Uh, Coach Bailey, I was just helping Mandy out with a problem, right Mandy?," 
Marilyn said with a wink.

"Yeah, Coach, Marilyn was just helping me out with something in the locker room.  
No biggie."

"Alright Mandy.  Go on and shoot some hoops with those girls over there," 
ordered Coach.  Mandy quickly slid her way over to a bunch of uncoordinated 
girls struggling to dribble the ball with one hand.  Then Coach walked up to 
Marilyn's ear and asked, "what the hell were you doing with Mandy in the locker 
room?"

"I fucked her, Coach Bailey."

"Why?  Do you want to put your whole, er, situation on blast?"

"Trust me, Coach Bailey.  She'll keep her mouth shut."

"OK.  I don't know why you can't keep your panties up.  That's the third time 
you've 'helped' someone like this all year!  I can't help you like this if you 
keep 'helping' others.  Look at Mandy," Coach demandingly asked.

"Why do you think half the school thinks I'm a lesbian?  Don't worry.  
Everything's gonna be fine."

Coach shrugged and stepped off to the side as Marilyn jumped in to a pick-up 
game with a bunch of boys in the class.  She didn't have much trouble getting 
into the game after nailing a fallaway jumper over the boys basketball team's 
star forward.  "If she'd ever choose a gender," Coach thought, "she could very 
well be all-city."  That got Coach thinking back to the first time Coach found 
out about Marilyn's condition...

*************

Coach stood around, taking attendance the first day of class.  Finally, she got 
to the new name in class.

"Marilyn Walker?  Marilyn Walker?"

Coach thought that was a bit strange for someone not to show up on the first 
day.  Besides, even shitty students don't cut the first day.  "Hmm," Coach said 
to herself.  "I'm going in the girl's locker room.  Stay right here, or you'll 
spend the period running!"

With that, Coach sprinted off the gym floor and into the locker room.  
Immediately she heard something unusual.  First, she heard a steady slapping 
sound again flesh, accompanied by the moans of a female voice, apparently out of 
pleasure.  "What the heck is going on here?  Is some girl having sex with a boy 
in the locker room?  Here we go again," Coach thought to herself.  With that, 
Coach peeped around each bank of lockers, with no sight of the people making the 
sound.  However, after moving down from one set of lockers to another, she 
noticed the sound getting louder and louder and sounding closer and closer.  
With that, Coach quickly stepped down to the end of the last bank of lockers and 
put her back to them.  Not wanting to scare off the guy and girl too quickly, 
she slowly turned around and looked down the small hallway by the bank of 
lockers.  What she saw had her mouth dropping wide open and her eyes bugging 
out.

What she saw required her to do a double take.  She saw a girl with long, wavy 
black hair with a slightly downcast head and a face in apparent deep 
concentration and lust, her eyes slitted reflecting how lost in her own world 
she was.  Her new gym shirt was pulled up, exposing her torso up to her 
shoulders.  The lifted shirt allowed Coach to see what would appear to be the 
product of breast implants on an older woman.  But on this girl, they looked as 
natural as they were, huge dark pillows topped by huge areolas covering about 
half her breasts and nipple that were thick and stood out nearly an inch.  One 
of the girl's hands roughly massaged against one of her breasts and pinched on 
the erect nipple.  However, it as how the girl was slightly hunched over and, 
more importantly, what hunching allowed the girl's breasts to push gently 
against that shocked Coach the most.  A large penis, appearing to be at least a 
foot long and abnormally thick, was not only brushing against her breast, it 
appeared to be attached to the girl.  She was steadily stroking her huge dick, 
her left hand pumping up and down and her left arm flexing as she moved.  Her 
shorts and panties were pushed down to just above her knees as she sat on the 
bench pleasuring herself.  After a few brief seconds, Coach finally shook out 
her reverie and finally was able to make a statement...

"WHAT THE FLYING FUCK IS GOING ON?"

Shocked out of her pleasure-induced trances, Marilyn looked up at Coach and 
liked what she saw.  Her small face, refined look and soft caramel skin would 
look good next to mine she thought.

"Start talking, missy."

"Well, uh, let me explain.  I'm Marilyn Walker, a new student around here.  I 
know you have two questions come to mind."  "This," she said while gently 
grabbing and shaking her still-rampant dick, "well, it's a long story, but let 
me give you the short version.  Even though I look very female and live as a 
female, I have this big dick.  That leads to the second question you're probably 
answered.  Like many guys that having dicks, they have certain, shall we say, 
needs that need to be taken care of.  Being that I rushed out the house this 
morning without a bra, combined with the soft feel of my new gym shirt, well, I 
had to do what I had to do before I could go to class."

Still shocked, Coach replied, "Yeah? And?"

Marilyn's mind churned, looking for a way to get out of the impossible jam she 
was in.  She thought about how attractive Coach was to her.  Then in a few 
seconds, she replied coquettishly, "well, since I am pretty close to cumming, 
could you come here and suck me off to finish me?  That way, I could be relieved 
and we could both get on to class."

In a response borne equal parts out of necessity, curiosity and horniness, Coach 
closed the distance between herself and her quite unusual student.  She got down 
on her knees in front of Marilyn and pulled her shorts down all the way to her 
feet.  Then, she just stared and marveled at the raw power of the dick in front 
of her, all smooth and shiny and big and thick and veiny, and the soft round 
femininity of the huge breasts just above it.  Marilyn let go of her cock, 
letting it drop to almost parallel to the ground, and Coach was free to explore 
the surface of it with her hand.  Try to touch every inch of her cock with her 
hands.  As she did this, Marilyn softly cooed and brought a nipple up to her 
mouth for her to lick and suck.

Realizing that time was of the essence, Coach went right to work on the dick 
after a brief period of exploration.  She grabbed it with both hands and pumped 
a nice, fast rhythm on her dick, helped onto by how soft and smooth it was.  
Then, she quickly leaned towards the tip and started licking all over it, 
coating it with saliva.  A dollop of pre-cum oozes out the head, and Marilyn 
cooed softly, rubbing her nipples, after that effort.  Then Coach thought of a 
way she used to get her husband off to get her out of this situation.  She 
continued jacking off the cock, but turning her hands from side to side as she 
moved up and down.  At the same time, she started licking in circles around the 
tip of the dick as her mouth closed in to suck on it.  Once her mouth accustomed 
to the size of the swollen tip, she quickly eased her head down, twisting her 
head from side to side and licking around the shaft as she went down.  When she 
got halfway down, she stopped and continued back up the same way she went down.  
After a few go-rounds, Marilyn started to realize how good this felt.

"Oh yeah!  Do it some more!  I'm close to cumming..."

With that, Coach decided to step up the pace some more in her oral and manual 
ministrations.  After all, she had a class to attend to, and neither she nor 
Marilyn was gonna make it to class anytime soon if she dawdled about and enjoyed 
this too much.  So she decided to add a little flicker to her tongue as she 
licked around the dick while she was sucking on it.  As it turned out, that was 
the added little spice that she needed to push Marilyn over the edge.

"Oh yeah...I'm about t-to c-cum...pull it out 'til the tip is in your 
mouth...please?"

Willing to do anything to expedite things, Coach pulled her head up the cock 
until just the tip was in her mouth.  Just as she finished that, the dick 
started to shoot off massive jets of cum into her mouth.  Not wanting to leave 
any stains on her polo shirt, nor on her face, she took care of swallow as fast 
as possible.  In a hurry, it seemed like she was drinking water from a fountain 
instead of cum, she was swallowing so much.  Pulling away from the dick, she 
stood up and dusted off her knees.

"Come on, Marilyn," Coach said, checking off her name on the attendance sheet. 
"Let's get on to class now!  And be careful with yourself.  I'll give you 
permission to change by yourself, but please keep episodes like this to a 
minimum, OK?  I'll try to discreet about, your...er...," she said, giving the 
slowly shrinking cock a glance, "condition.  Now move it!"  Then Coach went on 
back to the gym, trying to keep as calm about everything as possible.

With that, Marilyn pulled her shirt over her boobs, and stood up.  Without any 
kind of a bra, her nipples stood out embarrassingly, but she needed to get on to 
class.  Then she stood up, spread her legs slightly, grabbed the base of her 
dick with one hand and pulled the tip back with the other, pulling back until 
the tip was nestled in the crack of her ass, just past her asshole.  She then 
quickly pulled up her panties and shorts and sprinted off to class.

*******************

"That girl is nuts," Coach thought to herself, staring out at the busy class.  
This was the third time she helped herself to the female student body.  Granted 
that the first two girls Marilyn 'helped' were such major sluts, they were known 
to sleep with anything human, and reportedly one of them didn't even accept that 
species limit.  But with Mandy, she thought, she might have pushed it a bit too 
far.  While Mandy wasn't a perfect angel, she wasn't a megaslut either, and she 
definitely didn't do girls.  Once word got out about them two together, shit 
might really hit the fan.  Oh well.

"BRIIIIIIIING!"

The sound of the bell brought Coach out of her reverie.  "OK!  Class dismissed!  
Get changed!," she barked out just before blowing her whistle.  The class 
streamed out of the gym, with Marilyn being the last to leave.  She turned back 
to wink at Coach, then went on into the locker room, thinking about get changed 
and getting through the rest of the day just so she could get home and spend 
some quality time...


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