Chapter 1
The biting October wind began rippling through the air as darkness rapidly descended on the practice field, where Duke Story, head football coach at State University, stood on the sidelines surveying the final few minutes of practice.
The tall, ruggedly constructed mentor stood with his arms folded, a thoroughly business-like expression etched onto his face. His cold dark eyes surveyed the scene before him in the manner of a general watching his troops go through maneuvers.
It was late afternoon of a Thursday, which meant that the tension leading up to game time at Memorial Stadium, where State University played its home games, on Saturday, was becoming thicker with each passing hour. At 1:30 of Saturday afternoon all of one week of drills would be put squarely on the line for the only thing that, in the final analysis really counted; how the team fared in action.
Duke Story watched his first team quarterback throw a short pass to a wide receiver in a controlled scrimmage, upon which he blew his Whistle and trotted to the center of the field. As he did, his players and coaching assistants flocked around him.
"You looked damned sluggish," he glowered at his players. "As a matter of fact, if this had been a game and the opposition had been any rougher than the local cub scouts, you sorry-looking clowns would have been in damned serious trouble. If you drag your damned sorry asses around on the field like that on Saturday we'll get more than whipped.
We'll be laughed right out of town by our own fans and by the media. Remember, you clowns, this is on regional television. Millions will be watching you actually expecting to see an aggressive, intelligently disciplined football team out there. If you go out and look like raggedy assed jokers like you did today, get ready to get pelted with overripe fruit, beer cans, or whatever the hell else they can get their hands on. Now tomorrow we show up at three on this same field, you clowns, and go through loosening up paces. That oughta be easy for a lot of you since you didn't do anymore than that the whole week.
You're getting used to it through practice. Now I wanna see three decent laps around this field. I wanna see a little bit of movement, some effort. Now get moving."
Once more the scowling football coach blew his whistle. The players scurried off en masse, making their way around the practice field. The coach watched as the same familiar pattern emerged, the lighter backs and receivers moving to the fore and the heavy, powerful but slower linemen trailing.
"Put a little effort into it, you clowns," Duke Story cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted. "See if you can't at least work up a sweat before going in and showering."
Story said no more during the rest of the session ending run, after which he watched the players walk toward the locker room. As he began to trudge off the field, his senior assistant, Chuck Barnes, walked over to him.
"Don't you think you were a little rough on them, Duke?" he asked.
Duke eyed the slender, white-haired man, snarling, "Hell no, Chuck. These jokers are being trained in warfare. This isn't home economics class, you know."
"You make us all well aware of that all year," Chuck Barnes laughed. "I just happened to think that things came together pretty well today. I thought the guys looked pretty sharp."
"They're beginning to shape up," Story said reluctantly, "and some of them are just starting to look like football players for the first time in their lives. If I don't ride their asses, though, and ride them hard, particularly the young guys who are just starting to learn what it takes in concentration and dedication to play winning big time college football, then they'll have a tendency to let up. And I guess you know what happens then."
"You've mentioned that in the past," Barnes nodded.
"I'll mention it again, because we all need to be reminded of it frequently. If those guys don't learn how to concentrate and put out properly then they're gonna get knocked on their asses and get hurt. We're gonna lose football games and we're all gonna get hurt, including you and me, and we'll be standing out there in the unemployment lines. Now I damned well don't want that and I'm sure you don't, either, so it's damned better to ride their asses good and hard on the practice field than run the risk of them not being properly prepared on Saturday."
"Thank you, General Story," Barnes chuckled.
"You're welcome, Mr. Second in Command." By then they had reached the parking lot. Chuck Barnes stopped in front of his white Datsun. Story turned and faced him.
"You're going to see that fast little halfback tonight?" Story asked. "The one that looked so great on film."
"That's right."
"Well, do a damned good selling job on him. We can use that guy. Tell him I said that if he comes to State, buckles down and learns the system right away, that he's good enough to probably start as a freshman. He's got the potential. It's just up to him how bad he wants it and how hard he's willing to work."
"That's just what I was planning to tell him from me, but it always sounds better coming from the head man."
Duke Story patted his loyal assistant on the shoulder.
"Good luck tonight, Chuck," Story said. "I know there's a lot of competition for this guy, but I'm hoping we can win out."
"You goin' home, Duke?"
"Nah. Goin' back to my office for awhile. Gonna look at some film of the opposition."
"Try and get a little sleep anyway," Barnes said as he unlocked his car door and let his slender frame slide into his Datsun.
"I'll try to," Story waved, beginning to walk away.
A few minutes later Story was in the film room, his eyes concentrating with fervent intensity on the action on the screen, which featured Mercury University, State's opponent of the following Saturday, in game competition.
After he had been watching the films for the better part of an hour, taking notes liberally on the pad in front of him, analyzing as best he could the strengths and weaknesses of the opposition, he started to become restless. Every now and then he stole glances at his watch.
At 6:30 he had an appointment he was extra eager to keep, and just thinking about it caused him to shift with restless anxiety in his chair. His cock began hardening in his shorts as he thought about the beautiful action in which he would be involving himself to both gratify his pleasures and ease the tension.
Finally, at 6:20, he shut off the projector and left the room, heading down the stairs, then out into the darkness of evening on an almost empty campus. Most of the students were either having dinner, studying in the library, or home, whether that be off campus or in ; the dorms.
Now his penis was rock hard as it dangled inside his trousers with restless anticipation.
He saw the light burning in the locker room of the men's gym, where the players had showered and left, the last of which had departed a good half hour earlier.
The ruggedly built coach unlocked the locker room door, then strolled in a quickening gait toward the dressing room. As he finally reached his destination his pulse began markedly accelerating and his cock stiffened once more as he stared in the direction of the object of his fascination. From the time he had left his office late that morning until the end of football practice, then during the seemingly interminable wait while he watched the game films and waited for the players to clear out of the locker room, he had dreamed about and anticipated this stirring moment.
Sitting demurely, clad in a white robe and barefooted, on a bench in front of a series of lockers, was Duke Story's hauntingly alluring secretary, Nancy Spencer.
The beautiful woman with the long blonde flowing hair that extended to her shoulders smiled at her boss as he stood a few feet away from her, transfixing his eyes on her alluring presence and saying nothing for the first few moments.
"What's the matter, honey, cat got your tongue?" she asked teasingly as she observed the manner in which Duke was hungrily eyeing her.
"I'm just taking a few seconds to digest all of this."
"Say, that's one hell of an erection you've got," she smiled, pointing with pleasure toward the protruding stiffness in the coach's trousers.
"I guess you'd have to say I'm ready," he nodded.
"If the team is as ready Saturday afternoon as you are right now, my dear, then you can't help but wallop Mercury University."
"I, sweetheart, am as ready as I'll ever be."
"Great. Well take off that jacket and get more comfortableƒ_"in fact, take off everything."
"I was just planning to do that. But before I do I wanna get a little satisfaction right now."
The rugged coach, still wearing his red jacket with STATE UNIVERSITY emblazoned on the back in purple, and with his red cap with the purple S still perched on his head, moved quickly toward the stunning woman.
He threw himself down next to her on the bench, then threw his arms around her waist. In an instant he was shoving his body toward the invigorating warmth of Nancy Spencer's form. He pushed his chest with provocative desire against the warmth of her breasts.
Even though she Still had on the white robe, that did not bother him One bit as he could Still feel the firm outline of her bosoms as they pressed resoundingly against his chest.
His lips surged forward, simultaneous with the friction of chest rubbing against breasts, and promptly the redness of his agitated lips made spirited contact with her thickly sensuous lips in a spirited symphony of passionate union.
Their lips locked with fervent intensity, remaining pressed together in a state of piercing mutual anxiety. All the while his chest continued thrusting dramatically forward, coming into contact with her ripe, firm breasts.
His heart pounded with an increasing thunder, and tense beads of perspiration dramatically surfaced on the coach's forehead as lips remained tightly pressed against lips.
When Duke Story released his lips from Nancy Spencer's, he hurled his tongue forward with piercing earnestness, and now he let it cut a spirited swathe as it connected with an accelerating fury inside the warmth of her mouth.
He felt the surging waves of acute pressure building with every passing moment in his torrid loins. Duke Story's body began trembling and now the beads of perspiration were rolling down both sides of his face with greater volume than before as he kept commanding the action, drilling the shapely blonde beauty's tongue with his own rapid fire, spirited tongue movements.
With one final gust of intense energy he ground his tongue against hers several more times. He then released his tongue from her mouth, then jumped up from the bench.
"You already take a shower?" he asked.
"Yes. A few minutes before you arrived," she nodded. "But that was when I was all by myself. I believe in teamwork, just like my boss Duke Story, that great football coach and character molder of young men always says, and what can beat the kind of intimate teamwork of a horny man and woman jumping into bed together or frolicking in the water?"
"Not a damned thing, honey," he laughed.
"Then let's do it."
"You're starting to sound like a football coach yourself."
"I guess being around your stirring presence so much of the time is beginning to have its effect."
"I guess it is. And to think that you've got nothing at all on under that robe," he licked his lips lasciviously. "That makes me hungrier than ever."
"Why do you think I was so eager to parade before the famous General Story in it?" she asked grinningly. 'There's nothing like leaving a little something to the imagination for even the horniest of males."
To prove her point, the blonde reached out and let her fingers push against the bloated surface of Story's cock as she touched the material of his trousers. His whole body twitched and his eyes widened, cluing her in as to how truly aroused he was at that moment.
Nancy was quick to realize the realities of the current situation. Duke was approaching another important game, a crucial test for his team and himself, and the tension was getting to him. Combine that with his own innate raw sensuality and you had a man desirous of exploding, of driving himself until his passions had pushed him to the brink and beyond.
They walked hand in hand toward the large shower room, where numerous State University athletes of various sports had showered following practices and competitions.
They stopped a few feet away from the small entry way leading into the shower facility.
Duke watched as Nancy Spencer reached down and slowly undid the sash of her robe.
Deliberately drawing things out for dramatic effect, determined to get the already highly aroused football coach even more excited before they stepped into the shower, she slowly eased the robe off of her, opening it up by parting it little by little, and as she did the horny coach reached down and unzipped his trousers. His trembling fingers clutched against the rock hard surface of his pulsatingly alive penis, and just watching him grind his fingers with assertive swiftness against the full length of his emblazoned pole only served to excite her that much more, enhancing Nancy's confidence in being able to arouse the coach. The fact that he had been turned onto her to such an extent, she knew, was the principal reason why he had hired her in the first place. She knew that she was in an enviable position with a cushy job for one of the most famous men in town and, indeed, in that entire region of America. She loved the money, the hours, and the numerous fringe benefits that were attached to the position, and so she was determined to do all she could to please him, to make him feel elated that he had hired her in the first place, and content in the knowledge that she was around when he needed her.
His fingers continued resolutely tugging at the firmness of his lust-bloated pole as she continued slowly but surely parting her robe, giving him an expanding look of her stunning body.
Finally she threw her white robe all the way to the back of her shoulders, affording her torrid lover an almost totally unobstructed view of her naked body. His eyes immediately fastened on the area between her long, sleekly tapered, ivory-textured legs to the blonde patches of her pubic fur and, finally, to the enticing pinkness of her captivating vagina.
"Do you ever look great," he declared huskily.
The blonde smiled triumphantly, then threw the robe off of her, letting it drop to the floor.
She parted her legs slowly, tantalizingly, and as Duke Story's alert eyes continued to appraise her every move, she reached down with her right hand and let her fingers commence sliding against the warmth of her fleecy pubic vee.
Her eyes rolled and she let out several gasps of intense enjoyment as her fingers continued making crisp contact against her pubic curls, then finally against the scintillating warmth of her pink orifice itself.
"Oh, that feels so good," she sighed, continuing the sweeping finger friction as the coach looked on.
"I'll bet it does," he replied. "What I'm doing feels pretty damned good, too."
His fingers kept tugging against the firmness of his long, intense pole as he enjoyed every frenzied moment of what was happening. This was one of those rare occasions when the coach the media described as "The man who eats, breathes and thinks football twenty-four hours a day" totally refuted the aforementioned statement. For the moment neither football nor anything else counted in his life except for the singular mission of enhancing himself sexually to the fullest possible extent, of enjoying himself to the ultimate.
He kept up the probing finger stabs for as long as he dared, after which he withdrew his fingers from his torrid cock. When he released his nervous fingers from his lust-bloated tool his beautiful lover removed her fingers from her cuntal furrow.
They looked at each other, communicating through silence, each knowing what needed to be done next.
While the blonde watched, standing with her hands at her sides, the zealous football coach promptly removed his clothes, grunting and gasping, discarding the garments as rapidly as possible until he was finally down to his shorts, which he spiritedly glided down his legs and off of him.
As he stepped out of his shorts and revealed his totally naked body for the first time, Nancy moved toward him. She looked at his powerful, massive chest, replete with plenty of hair, stared for several moments at his supple, well-defined biceps, which looked like they could have belonged to the village blacksmith, then let her eyes focus for an instant on his muscular, washboard stomach, kept in the same trimness of his college and professional football playing days. Finally her eyes stared longingly at the blue-veined stiffness of his captivating cock, and she could not resist the opportunity to reach down and let her fingers clutch against the solid massive column of flesh.
As her fingers began toying with the resolute tip of his intense shaft his body twitched with a fresh outburst of nervous energy. It had been exciting enough to let his own fingers travel down the swollen, rock hard surface of his stirring cock, but now the lovely blonde was letting her fingers spiritedly collide with his teaming pole, causing the excitement level to accelerate throughout his entire body, particularly between his legs.
"What a magic touch you've got," he gasped. "I really love what you're doing to me. Oh, baby, you never cease to excite me. I really like what you're doing, the way that you let those fingers clutch against my prick."
At first she contented herself with letting her fingers glide against the stirring circumference of his intense organ, but soon enough she decided to progress further, and so her steaming fingers started to clutch and glide as she worked them up and down against the entire length of his blazing tool.
"Oh, that will shake a guy up like nothing else," the coach heaved a deep gasp.
"This is one way to be sure of turning on old Mr. Macho," she laughed, continuing her vigorous finger thrusts.
"Oh, damned! You'd better believe it."
Despite the thorough enjoyment that both Duke and Nancy derived from the assertive finger thrusting against the lengthy surface of his inflamed penis, they both knew that it had to come to an end before the juices burst from the end of his towering pole. They had so much in the way of passionate enjoyment awaiting them, and they did not want to risk putting a crimp into the action by having the horny coach explode prematurely.
She dropped her fingers suddenly from his cock, doing so at the point at which she felt that he would not be able to withstand that kind of hot action any longer without shooting the thick white juices from his organ.
They looked at each other and grinned, then stepped inside the shower. The coach stepped beneath one of the shower sprays and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until lukewarm water was splashing down on his body.
"Come on," he motioned to his lover. "The water's fine. We've got it at the temperature we both love." Nancy Spencer slipped beneath the spray and together they enjoyed the comforting warmth of the water making contact with their glowing skin. Duke Story immediately picked up a bar of soap and started gliding it against the firmness of her already electrified breasts. Back and forth he spiritedly glided the soap bar while Nancy purred with great content.
"Oh, I love that," she swooned. "Oh, honey. It feels so good when you let that soap brush against my tits. What a feeling. Oh, it feels so nice, so good, I love it!"
He watched with great satisfaction as the foamy soap suds began to form in ever greater number against the firm warmth of the blonde's shapely ivory smooth breasts.
Duke loved the way that her ripe mammaries sharply undulated as he kept up the flowing pressure. When he eventually released the soap from her breasts, he glided it down between her legs and watched as the suds formed against the tantalized surface of her thoroughly aroused nest.
"Oh, do you ever know how to excite a woman," she gasped, enjoying every moment of the action. "I really love your movements, honey. It feels so good!"
He glided the soap against her vagina a few more times, after which he removed it, watching as the soap suds disappeared promptly from her breasts and vagina from the drops of warm water which continued to spray against her body.
Duke handed the bar of soap grinningly to the sexy secretary, extending his legs slightly and preparing for the swift volley of action he knew would ensue.
The blonde thrust out quickly with the soap bar, letting the soap soothingly penetrate against the bone hardness of his stirringly alive penis, which she had massaged with such expertise only a few minutes earlier.
"Hey, I love that, really love it," he gasped. "Oh, baby, just look at those suds form! What a fantastic feeling!"
"Yes, and do I love turning you on this way."
"Oh. It feels so nice."
The soap made surging contact with the coach's cock and balls for several moments more. When she withdrew the soap and watched the suds disappear from the spurting waves of warm water, she knew that soon they would be out of the shower and into even more intimate forms of impassioned contact.
After the last few soap suds had disappeared from around the horny Duke's cock and balls, he lunged forward and shut off the shower spray.
He lunged forward again, throwing his lips fervently against those of the blonde, after which he every bit as rapidly withdrew those same lips.
They stepped out of the shower room and dried their glistening naked bodies off with clean white towels. As soon as Duke discarded his towel he moved promptly toward a nearby storage closet, reaching inside and pulling out a long gymnastics mat, spreading the white object out on the floor.
Once that Duke had spread the mat out in the manner that he desired, he eased his body downward onto the mat and extended his legs, jerking up and down on his cock several times as he looked over toward Nancy Spencer, who had just finished drying off her body and had cast off her towel.
"Let's go, honey," he said.
"Are you ready?" she grinned, moving toward him.
"Just take a look at this hard-on. Is that ready?"
"Yes, my dear. That's definitely ready."
She eased her sleekly naked body, which was still glistening from the cleansing shower she had experienced, actually the second shower within a short time for her, down onto the mat.
The coach threw his body promptly into high gear, allowing his burning fingers to clutch and smother with assertive determination and skill the warmth of her shapely bosoms. He loved clutching and squeezing the ripeness of her firm boobs, and the longer and more firmly that his fingers pressed the faster he noticed that her body commenced twitching and gliding as it rolled around on the mat.
"What a body you've got," he gasped, "and am I ever gonna give it one hell of a workout.
What a damned fine body! This is so good. I love getting together with you."
"Oh, those fingers. Mr. Macho! Duke! Really squeeze. Oh, honey, do I adore those firm fingers!"
Occasionally he would allow his surging fingers to clutch tightly against the pinkness of her ravished nipple flesh. Her whole body hunched and spasmed dramatically under the wild finger onslaught that he sent forth against her sensitive flesh.
"Oh, damned, what tits you've got!" he exclaimed. "I really love putting these fingers into motion!"
He let his fingers clutch and thrust against the warmth of his lover's breasts and nipples for a few more mind-boggling, intense minutes. As he did he reached down with both hands and let his strong fingers clutch tightly against the warmth of the blonde's firm thighs. He parted her legs firmly, then threw himself down quickly between them, and as Nancy extended her sleek, exquisitely tapered thighs some more, he let his hotly cascading lips plunge forcefully forward and come into piercing contact with her. sultry vagina flesh as her whole body rocked, reacting in the manner of a woman suffering a sudden and highly acute electrical shock. It was as if thousands of volts of electricity were coursing through her entire body at the same time, as his fervent lips converged with her vagina over and over again.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH, HONEY, WHAT ACTION!" she shrieked. "OOOHHHHHHH, YES, JUST KEEP THAT UP!"
His lips connected several more times with sharp impact against her seething vagina, upon which he released them and decided it was time to put his tongue to work against the sweltering surface of her inflamed orifice.
"I'm gonna eat that beautiful box," he declared confidently. "I'm gonna eat you right up to your fucking navel, honey."
"That's the kind of talk I love to hear."
"Well, my tongue is gonna do the job."
"You bet it is."
"Go to it, baby. I'm burning up between my legs."
"Oh, I know you are. You practically jumped out of your skin when I kissed that gorgeous little jewel between your legs."
"Kiss it again, this time with your tongue," she gasped hotly. "Oh, honey, you've really got me steamed up now and there's no tomorrow, so go ahead and suck, really suck."
"You can be damned sure I will."
"Once you put your mind to it there's nothing that's gonna stop you. Absolutely nothing."
She watched as he dropped his head down between her scalding legs. His tongue flicked forward, and soon he was letting it glide with electrifying passion against the budding node of her intensely aroused clitoris.
"OOOOOOOO HHHHHH HHHHHH YYYYEE EEEESS SSSSS, OOOOOO HHHHHH, I LOVE IT!" she loudly declared.
His fingers glided up and down against her quivering thighs as his tongue pushed teasingly against her clitoris a second time, causing her to heave another delirious sigh of sexual arousal as she enjoyed the manner in which he was taking charge.
"Do it to me, keep it up," she sighed. "Oh, honey, really put your tongue to work! Drive it in my nest!"
His tongue scraped against her clitoris a few more times, by which time he was ready to press on to the entire surface of her stormy vagina. He had thoroughly aroused her with his tongue thrusts against her clitoris, and now he was firmly determined to finish her off with his dazzling thrusts.
"Get me off, get me off," she sighed urgently.
His fingers continued spiritedly massaging her thighs as he kept up his rapid fire tongue thrusts, driving her ever nearer to the point of climax. His blistering movements soon caused her whole body to erupt uncontrollably as her thighs and buttocks twisted and slid against the white mat beneath her while she let out a series of sighs and gasps, recognizing just how closely she had been pushed to the stormy point of climax.
"Oh, you've really got me close now," she exclaimed. "Just keep that busy tongue sliding.
Oh, plant it in me, darling, really do it. I want you to get me off! Oh, what a fiery tongue!
That's so good! Oh, I want it!"
A few impassioned strokes later he had shoved her to the brink of orgasm. The juices would have to inevitably splash from her hotly besieged vagina and her body spasmed wildly, slapping against the mat beneath her.
"Do it, drive your tongue, really drive it," she declared.
He released his fingers from her trembling thighs and planted them with devastating firmness against the wiggling flesh of her ripe alabaster buttocks. He clutched them with tight precision as he kept pushing gloriously onward, driving his determined tongue against her scalding pussy flesh as he drove her that much closer to the state of a stormy explosion.
"Just a few more times, suck me, oh, suck me," she called out to him with great urgency.
His fingers pinched with even greater intensity against the warmth of her writhing ass globes, and all the while his fiery, determined tongue continued burying itself in a blaze of fervent glory against her inferno of pussy flesh.
"Do it, do it, suck me," she declared.
She loved feeling the hot breath of his rapidly twisting tongue as he kept steadily depositing it against the furrow of her inflamed love pit. Several torrid strokes later the first few drops of passionate juice started exploding from her vagina and flooding the mouth of the football coach.
"OOOOOHHHHHH, HERE I AM!" she exclaimed. "KEEP SUCKING ME, MY DARLING!
OH, KEEP THAT TONGUE MOVING! DRIVE IT INSIDE MY PUSSY! SUCK, REALLY SUCK!"
The driving tongue whiplashed her steaming cuntal inferno as the juices began to profusely spray from her intense love nest, and all the while he caught every drop, doing everything that he could to enjoy every hot stroke.
"Keep that tongue driving," she begged. "Yes. Get every drop of the stuff out of me! I really want it!"
His blistering tongue attack continued as he made sharp contact with her exploding orifice.
He caught every drop of the exploding stream, then released his tongue from her mound.
"That couldn't have been better," she told him.
"That's for sure. I always did love your delightful taste."
"It's there for the taking."
"You don't know how much satisfaction I've received just knowing that, realizing that your pussy is available to me."
"But let's get the focus off of my pussy for now and on to your long, hard cock."
The blonde reached down and let her fingers clutch firmly to the tip of his lengthy pole, which was hotter and more excited than ever in the wake of his triumphant pussy suck.
"Ah, you're gripping it with authority," he grinned.
"That's the only way to fly."
"Oh. I love the way you're squeezing it."
"You know me. I love to give you head."
"You sure do. You give the damned best head in town. Best in any town, for that matter."
"Oh, honey. With flattery like that you'll get everything."
"Flattery will get me everywhere."
"You're damned right it will."
Her fingers pumped up and down resolutely against the lust-bloated length of the coach's mammoth tool, and finally she let her tongue teasingly make contact with the tip of his stirring prong. She would slowly let her tongue snake against the tip of his organ, after which she would then commence manipulating it up and down the full length of his electrified shaft.
Soon her tongue was making sweeping contact with the blue-veined surface of his impassioned rod as his legs kicked back and forth with celebrated glee. He loved basking in the enjoyment of the torrid action.
"Oh, honey, what a scorching tongue you've got," he declared. "You've really got a wild tongue."
Her head bobbed and her lustrous blonde hair whirled in a self-generated breeze as she kept on driving her sizzling tongue up and down against his piercing cock.
A few strokes later he decided to call a halt to the sucking action as his stormy cock was about to explode. He reached out and tugged passionately at the blonde's head.
"Let go, let up right now," he said.
Nancy removed her tongue from her lover's cock, looking up at him. She wondered just what action he would be taking next. She would have been just as content to drive her tongue up and down against his torrid penis until the scorching drops of his thick white fluid engulfed her mouth, something she had done for him on so many different occasions.
Nancy was also well enough aware of her boss' traits by now, however, to realize that there were occasions when he would enjoy some cocksucking as a means of getting him good and stirred up, after which he felt it was time to move on to other action. This was obviously one of those occasions.
She did not have to wonder for long as to what his next course of action would be. The determined football coach reached out with his right hand and slid the first three fingers of it inside the tightness of her anal passage.
"Oh, you're really stinging me," she grunted.
"Just getting you adjusted," he laughed. "You can take it. I've had you the back way before."
"This is true. I guess about the only part of me that's virgin is my right ear lobe."
"Then remind me sometime soon to fuck your right ear lobe."
"That'll be fine. It would be nice to welcome it to the rest of me, wouldn't it?"
"You're damned right."
A smile of erotic satisfaction surfaced on the macho coach's lips as he shoved his fingers forward once more, letting them penetrate their way with firmness inside her anal passage for a second time as her hips and buttocks corkscrewed in dramatic response to what was happening to her.
"Now I'm getting you really adjusted to this," he laughed. "This ass fingering is just fabulous, particularly when the ass is as shapely as yours. Oh, I just love the way that you twist that fantastic behind of yours when I let my fingers plunge inside your ass. This feels so good. Oh, damned, what magnificent penetration."
The smile remained fixed on his face as Duke's aroused fingers kept sliding in and out of the anal aperture of the blonde as her asscheeks continued spiritedly wiggling.
When he eventually released his fingers from the tightness of her anus for good, he let his fingers grip tightly against the firmness of her asscheeks. As he squeezed with great delight, he issued a command. "Get down on your knees and spread your legs," he said.
The blonde did exactly as told, and after she positioned herself accordingly, she wiggled her shapely ass back and forth a few times to excite her lover, realizing just how noticeably she was exciting him in his already agitated cock and balls.
"What an ass, what a glorious ass," he gulped.
He reached out once more, letting his fingers grip her buttocks with seething tightness as he prepared to launch into some more wild penis action.
Duke fired his steaming pole forward, letting out a huge sigh as he planted it against the tightness of her ravished anal passage, causing him to let out a loud gasp of sodomistic delight.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH, WHAT AN ASS!" he gasped.
He released his torrid pole from her anal passage, then shoved his fleshy spike of cockmeat forward a second time. This time he penetrated with greater depth than before as he gritted his teeth and basked in the enjoyment of his sturdy cudgel making blistering contact with her tight hole.
"Oh, you'll kill me yet fucking me this way," she exclaimed.
Down deep, however, they both knew that she had long passed the point of feeling any great discomfort from being fucked that way, even though Duke was indeed capable of making her ass sting or hurt from certain intrusions into her anal passage. She had been married to a star pro football defensive lineman, "Mad Dog" McCardle, before going to work for Duke, and it was "Mad Dog's" frequent practice, particularly during the tensions of football season when the scramble for the league playoffs would grow intense, to derive his sex thrills through sodomy. In that "Mad Dog" was 6-7, 275 pounds and had the hugest cock Nancy had ever seen, or cared to see, she learned to adjust to that kind of forceful penetration.
Although Duke was not 6-7, standing at 6-2 1/2, his well-distributed 220 pound frame included a long, forceful cock which he wielded with the same degree of forceful determination as had Nancy's ex-husband, and she had learned through experiences with McCardle just how to corkscrew and wiggle her shapely behind to provide her horny pursuer with just the right amount of excitement.
Back and forth the Duke kept driving his forceful, rapier-like organ as he propelled it with searing vigor into the tightness of her twisting behind, and every now and then his bloated, thudding testicles would slap against the ripeness of her gyrating nether cheeks as he propelled himself ever closer to the state of a spirited, stormy explosion. "Oh, I couldn't have a tighter ass to fuck," he gasped. "Damned! Oh, what a blitz! I'm gonna keep up this fantastic fucking until the juices fly from my prick. Oh, I love the feel of this. The fit of my stiff prick into your asshole."
"Are you ever fucking me," she replied. "That feels like a hot poker you're jamming up my ass."
"Not a poker but a pecker," he laughed.
Once more his spirited penis surged with stirring determination into the scorched intensity of her ravished anus. She loved the combination of the seething heat and force of his long pole blasting her with the erotic feeling of tightness stemming from the manner in which her anal lips continued clutching with insistence against the stormy intrusions of Duke's vigorous cock as he pushed himself that much nearer to the state of climax.
The beads of sweat were pouring down both sides of his face, and the erotic smile of satisfaction that had graced Duke's countenance a few minutes earlier had been replaced by a look of steely determination as he kept up the penetrating action, driving his hard pole into her vulnerably exposed anus.
He connected with her several more times as his lunging tool drove vigorously against her ass, and now the ravishment was reaching its closing stages as overpowering surges of itchiness engulfed his stormy cock and balls.
"Oh, I'm really close now," he hissed.
"Good. Keep blasting away, darling."
"Oh, yes. This is so good."
"Ah. Keep on fucking me. Really drive your blasting cock."
The furnace of passions was now ready to erupt as Duke reached out with both hands and let them slap against the writhing asscheeks of his beautiful victim.
He hammered back and forth a few more times, then felt the first few drops of fluid commence easing out of the tip of his hot shaft.
"Ah, that's really good," he gasped. "What fucking. Get ready, honey. You're gonna feel all that hot juice just spilling into your ass. It's gonna feel so good to you."
Steadily and sturdily he continued his forceful thrusts as he pushed ever nearer to the big moment. The pre-orgasmic fluid had already eased from the tip of his explosive cock, and now he would soon be experiencing the sublime satisfaction of a wild cock deluge with the escape of a thick white stream of fluid.
"Oh, damned, I'm just itching," he gasped. "The stuff is gonna just thunder from my prick."
"Keep driving it into me, honey. I know how much you need it and how much I'm loving it."
"This is so good. So good."
His hammering, resolute cock tore into her ravaged anus one more time. His whole body started to rock and he heaved a long, loud, seemingly interminable sigh as the exploding pellets of prolific white juice thundered voluminously from the end of his stiff manmeat and into his lover's asshole.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHH, KEEP TWISTING YOUR ASS, KEEP IT MOVING, HOW GOOD, HOW GOOD!" he sighed.
Her buttocks continued to wiggle as she felt the exploding stream spraying her asshole, after which he then removed his cock from her asshole. He patted her buttocks affectionately.
"Now I feel as if I've rejoined the human race," he said.
"You're less horny?"
"I can live with myself," he laughed.
"That's good. I guess you'll be going back to watching some more films, won't you?"
"Yep. I'd love to take you to dinner, honey, but I'm gonna grab a sandwich at the cafeteria and go back to the film room. You really gave me one hell of a time."
"You gave me one hell of a bruising fuck."
"Oh. Incidentally. Chuck is going over to that young halfback's place tonight. Hope something good comes of it."
"You mean Lester Norman?"
"That's right. That's his name."
"He sure looked great on film. I liked the way that he used his blockers," the blonde said as she began to slip back into her clothes.
"Say, I keep forgetting," Duke Story laughed, easing into his shorts. "You were married to McCardle and he taught you quite a bit about football."
"That's about the only thing he could teach me. Except for sex. He had a two track mind.
Football and sex."
"Listen. Don't knock it. That's the way I am," the coach laughed.
"I'd never hold it against you, dear," the blonde smiled. "All I can say is I hope you can recruit Lester. He's good. Great moves. And he's such a nice young man to talk to."
"That's right. You did talk to him on the phone."
"I certainly did. Not only that, but I set up the dinner for Chuck at his house tonight."
"Of course. I remember that now. Of course, I couldn't even remember Lester Norman's name until you refreshed my memory."
"Don't be alarmed by it, honey. My ex was always telling me about his coach, and about how the guy was always saying that he had to concentrate totally on the game. You get to where you're concentrating that hard on the game and other things have got to suffer."
"Tell me about it," he laughed resignedly. "If my ex-wife ever heard you say that she'd sure as hell agree."
"So football was the thing that broke up your marriage?"
"Damned right, and I don't think it was the regular season that did it. She said she could have taken that if that had been the only problem."
"So what did it, the recruiting?"
"You do pick up fast," he nodded. "Yeah. I was away from home just too damned much.
She'd want me at home and off I'd be to Oregon, Illinois or wherever to recruit some athletes. Or maybe speak at a coaching clinic."
"There's one thing I've definitely got to say for you, honey, in spite of everything," the blonde grinned.
"What's that?"
"You handle tension very well."
"Tell that to my players," he laughed. "I explode a lot on them. Of course, I never wanna let up on those guys. That's my philosophy, you know. You've got to stay on top of them and make them produce."
"But don't you think sometimes you overdo it?"
"You sound like Chuck," he laughed. "That's what he was telling me after practice today.
Said he figured that the guys didn't practice all that badly, and he wondered why I was riding them so hard. I told him that it's important for them to keep that keen edge that they've got to have going into a game. Concentration is the thing and if you lose that you're through."
"Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if I'd been born a guy and had been playing football under you."
"You would have hated my guts, that's what," he laughed. N "Oh. I don't think any of the players actually hate you. I think they recognize that you've got a job to do."
"You're right, but I'm right, too."
"How can we both be right?"
"They hate me some of the time, and even when they do it's not the usual kind of hate where somebody just can't stand another person in any way, shape or form. No, it's different than that. The hatred is a kind of resentment that I won't let up. That's what bothers them. That's what I'm saying."
"But is that really hate?"
"Oh, I think it's a certain kind of hatred."
A few minutes later they were both dressed. They kissed in front of the building and departed in their respective directions, Duke for the cafeteria to buy a sandwich and cup of coffee to take back to the film room with him, and Nancy for the parking lot and her car.