.. you can’t do that! I can’t do that. WE can’t do that!” the emphatic pleading desperation in his voice sobered me instantly. “I don’t kn...w what just happened there but it wasn’t right. I’m your coach. You are 16. That can’t happen.” I stood there in the water, my heat draining into the cold water and my shame and embarrassment filling the void it left. I didn’t know what to think or say, let alone to do. I think I had been as shocked by what had just happened as Matt had been, even if I had. That meant that many summer mornings I would wake up with a young, blonde beauty lying beside me, her lush body naked and her nipples erect and vulva bulging and her eyes wonderfully vacant. Hell of a way to start the day, but I'd mount her and enjoy her and empty my balls in her and then tell my father how it went and how it could be better. I didn't know it, but he was schooling me for this job.By the time I was in high school, and perfectly capable of finding and enjoying my own sweet. "You not gwine bitch bout me bein late, ho?" She sat down on a small couch, crossing her legs. "I wouldn't do that, Jumbo." "Das raht, ah gots you figured now, ho. Yo nothin but a cheap white tramp. An today ah gone make you suffer good. Gone really make you feel it, and den treat you like de slut pig yo is." Andrea maintained her cool posture, smiling politely up at the young black giant. He opened his book bag, and withdrew a leather strap and a lightweight cat of nine tails.. She swirled her tongue around the tip and base of my dick as it slid in and out of her experienced mouth. She pushed her lips together as hard a she could against my cock, covering it with a layer of wet saliva. Ashley then pushed her head against my body as far as she could and I could feel my dick rub against the back of Ashley’s throat. I could hear Ashley gagging for air but I knew she liked my cock deep in her throat. She released my cock and continued rubbing it when she said, ‘that cock.