Ilooked up to see my mother rushing into the office. She was panickedand hysterical, but when I told her I was okay, she turned her fury onCoach Holl...way who was still reeling in pain. She swung her purse likea mallet against the side of his head and he fell like a tree in astorm.My mother read the riot act to both my former principal and coach. Shethreatened to call the police and file a lawsuit against the school.Mr. Davis immediately grasped the seriousness of the situation andbegan. He was fucking me hard when he moaned and came in my ass. He pulled out and I turned around opened my mouth and he feed me the mixture of cum and my ass I cleaned it all up. He then said go ahead and leave see you tomorrow. This went on for 2-3 weeks and then one Thursday I went home and got dressed up this time in a red lingerie stocking and panties. I went over to Marks house and when I arrived a noticed a car in the driveway. I texted him and asked if it was ok he said yes come on in. He eased out the cork and poured her a glass of wine then one for himself as Charlotte stood up and wrapped her arms around his waist. He felt so warm and smelled of the stuffy office with a hint of gym. The heavy mixture always made her go weak at the knees, and he knew it. She sipped the wine as he eased one of the straps over her shoulder and started to nibble at her shoulder. Charlotte placed the glass down turned to face him wrapping her arms around his neck so she could kiss him deeply so. Want to fuck? Me: Hell yes. Where and when? Him: The field house during your planning block. Me: I’ll meet you there at 9. I click off the phone and try to get back to Macbeth, but the observant student would notice my flushed cheeks, the gleam in my eye. The observant adult would probably put the pieces together and recognize the “I’m about to get lucky” expression. If you knew about the sex that goes on in schools, you’d blush. No, I’m not talking about the frantically humping high school.