I surprised myself by yelling "fuck my faggot bitch sissy ass Daddy!" and coach Moore went crazy and began to pound me like he hated me. Coach Moore b...gan to yell "take this you fucking sissy whore" and "you are my bitch now you hear?" The pain started to subside as his constant pounding kept stretching my sissy hole. I know there had to be some bleeding as he was so big and so strong that even with my inner self lubrication it had to be ripping my sissy insides some. Coach Moore was pounding. His hands went to my head, as men’s hands always do, and he tried to ram it in ever deeper. I kept swallowing to open up my throat and envisioning how lovely his cock would look between my tits. When he came, his cum had a sweet taste and I thought of how it would make a delicious dessert after a hamburger and fries. Even better than a caramel sundae, and those are my favorite. When I was dressed again and he was tucked in, he asked me where I lived. I told him Dinkytown, which meant a bus ride. I bring one of my hands back up to your tits and squeeze them as my other hand moves over to your pussy and enter a finger and my tongue flicks your wet clit. Then I add another finger and pump a little faster and then another and still faster. As my fingers and mouth fuck your soaking wet pussy you’re wriggling around like crazy. As I build up my pace, the pressure builds up and your pussy walls start to convulse around my fingers and my tongue doesn’t let up. Your back arches up and my hand. We were sweating, screwing like dogs in heat. My entire body was tingling with anticipation. Lucas was squealing and moaning like a whore, with the occasional cracked voice. He clawed at my hips, and his back was almost always arched in pleasure. My cum was boiling inside of me; I had to get rid of it. I had to get it into him. I growled, my hands reaching forth and grasping his wrists. I pulled back, as if they were his reigns, and began to fuck him wildly. Lucas went nuts, his head thrown.