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by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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The Coach has to seriously discipline Joey for being
drunk.
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Coach Black felt his prick jump in the trousers of his
seven hundred dollar suit. At last...at last he had
that 16 year old cunt Joey Gonzalez where he wanted
him. That smart mouthed, wised assed teenage jock
cunthound had finally put himself into the position
Coach Black had waited for.
Sure the kid was the star of the football team, and
sure he was good. And he maintained a good grade point
average to boot. But all of that only increased his ego
and his sense of self importance. Coach Black hated the
way he walked around the school as if he fucking owned
it.
He hated the way he smarted his way into the good
graces of all the teachers. He wouldn't be surprised if
the little shit was fucking two or three of the female
teachers. Maybe that's how he got those good grades. He
certainly had fucked enough of the town girls if rumors
could be believed.
Good thing this was an all boys boarding school and he
could be kept away from cunt by grounding him. There
was another way to cure the little prick of his
arrogant ways, and now Coach Black had the leverage to
do it.
Coach smoothed down his trousers and pressed the hard
prick against one leg. He didn't care if the boy saw
it, but he didn't want his secretary Miss Finch to have
kittens. He threw open his office door and yelled with
a volume famous throughout the school. "Gonzales get
your ass in here, Now!"
Gonzales struggled to get up off the couch on which he
was sitting. He didn't do too well, he was a bit drunk
you see. Perfect. "Miss Finch, go to lunch!" The Coach
barked.
"But it's four thirty in the afternoon... Sir," she
stammered, closing her files and grabbing her purse.
"Then go someplace. You don't want to be around for the
next hour or so." Coach grabbed the weaving boy by his
blue school shirt and hauled him into his office. He
slammed the door.
"You fucking Cunt!" he screamed a few inches from
Joey's face.
your room?" The coach stood over the boy and a little
of his spit fell on the kid's face.
Joey hung his head, he had tears in his eyes. "Yeah...
I did."
"Who?" The Coach leaned in.
"Jennie Stevens..."
"Jesus Christ, do you want our school closed down?"
Jennie Stevens was the daughter of the town preacher, a
very conservative up-tight individual. Did you fuck
her?"
The coach's dick was leaking in his trousers like mad.
Good thing, he'd worn a dark suit.
"DID YOU FUCK THE FUCKING BITCH?"
"Yes Sir." Joey was crying pretty hard now, feeling
really bad and quite sick besides. "Andy fucked her
too."
"I don't care about Andy. Andy's not on the team."
Actually the coach did care about Andy. That was
another ass he really wanted to plow with his big thick
dick. "I care about the Team and a law suit and my job!
How many times did you fuck her?"
"Please Coach, I don't feel so good..."
The Coach hauled off and slapped the boy hard across
the face. Joey couldn't believe it. "How many times did
you fuck her?"
"Three... three... Jeeze, you hit me. You hit me
Coach!"
The Coach raised his hand to strike again and Joey
cowered on the couch. "Three! I fucked her three
times... and a blow job. She gave me a blow job too."
"From what I hear, you like to fuck ass. Did you fuck
her in the ass?"
Joey's eyes grew wide. "Who did you hear that from?"
The Coach kicked out with his expensive shoe and caught
Joey on the inner thigh. "Answer my fucking question!
Did you fuck the whore in the ass?"
Joey crawled halfway up the wall. "No! No Sir... She
wouldn't let me. I tried to, but she wouldn't let me."
"Did you use a condom? Answer me boy, did you use a
fucking rubber?"