Coach's hardon or not, maybe what the other boys had told him was a lie, or maybe it was all a mistake, or maybe ... oh, Christ, now the coach would k...ow he was a fag."They, they said ... well, that you liked boys ... specially." Who said?"Jimmy stopped, not wanting to go any farther, sure he was about to be ex­pelled."Look at me!" Alec's voice was sharp and commanding. Jimmy looked up at the menacing glare on the coach's face. "Now, who the fuck said that about me?" The coach's tone left no. He lets out a little ‘eep’ and I quietly whisper back "Babe! I told you, my parents will hear!" Grinning deviously knowing I’m in control. After a minute or so I’m in pure pleasure. I stop sucking him off all-together. I just grind my pussy against his face. Letting my juices run down his chin. Feeling how slowly his tongue grazes my clit. Letting him work his fingers in me. It wasn’t even about the game anymore. I just wanted to cum. And I wanted him to cum. Before I reach my peak I hop off. I was so happy to know that she was enjoying what I was doing to her. It was very hard for me not to just put my hand inside her shirt and get a touch of her tits, but somehow, I controlled myself.I had decided to go very slow, and not waste the chance. I slid my hand through her shirt collar and caressed her naked shoulders, feeling her bra strap. Then I went down and touched her cleavage, and it was mesmerizing, and soft. I just couldn’t believe I was doing this, inserted my finger through. .." Fucking whore...you want this...We have been watching you ride this trail all summer and planned this encounter.We want them tits, bitch. You...you put them right there for us to see...just asking for this. Well, you want it..you got it! Now, we are going to let you enjoy this time...savor the moment, whore."For the next 30 minutes, I was fucked repeatedly. Plowed repeatedly. "Take it bitch. Admit it..you love it! Suck this while he fucks you. Breed this whore." "Suck it...take it.