I left my four current pistols with the gunsmith for conversion and took the two new guns to test out and to use for teaching Jean how to shoot. Let m... tell you, that woman was determined to learn. It took her only three weeks to become completely competent with the pistols, though she was not yet a fast draw. That would take a lot more practice, but I was sure that she would make it the way she was so fixated on doing everything she needed to do to help me in my hunt for kidnappers.One problem. My uncut cock already was wet with a bit of precum and it didn't take long before my 9" cock was fully hard. I began jacking off thinking of both Coach's and Casey's fat cocks.I had just got into a good rhythm jerking my pole back and forth when I heard... "Need a hand with that?" I turned around to see Coach Kennedy with his rock hard dick in his hand, jerking it back and forth. Embarrassed, I turned 50 shades of red and tried to conceal my cock. "Don't be ashamed. We've got the same. I felt my panties being pulled down from the back exposing my virgin ass. I jumped slightly as I felt the head of his still hard cock press against my virgin hole. His soothing words relaxed me and I felt him pushing forward opening my hole for the first time. I did what he said without question or hesitation and before long I could feel his hips pushing against mine, his rock hard cock buried in my ass. He started pumping...slow at first and then faster and harder. I couldn't contain myself,. You need to leave now, you don’t have a choice. And I will report this visit to the Dean of Students, or, or the Provost.’ I was finding my feet, and a bit of confidence too. ‘Get out.’ ‘Dear dear Sophia, we really are past that point now.’ Professor Wrackoff kept talking in his soothing professorial voice, but his hands dropped to his waistband of his jeans. ‘But you are correct in your assessment – we have indeed arrived at what story-tellers call a ‘choice point.’ You, however, are the one.