He had heard rumors about Ida being a lesbian and hoped she might not know anything about the way men masturbated.
But evidently she did.
'I thought you were jerking off, Coach,' she replied, with a hint of a smile.
'Naw! Me? Hell, no! Never done that in my life!' he protested. His mind was working as cleverly as if he were diagramming a post-pattern pass play. 'I was only – errrr – exercising my penis muscle.'
She looked skeptical and amused.
'Honest. You wouldn't know about such things, but a man – a real, red-blooded man, you know – he's got to keep all his muscles in trim. Use or lose, right? Don't want my penis muscle to go slack, on me.'
Ida started to laugh.
But then, surprisingly, she looked serious – and Red thought that maybe she had believed him, after all. Well, she, too, was a coach, and he guessed she wasn't too bright.
Although Red had no way of knowing it, Ida was as horny as he was – and for the very same reason – that provocative nymph, Sheena Stratton!
Ida had been watching Sheena during gym class. The acrobatic teenager had been using the parallel bars, her tits bouncing, thighs flashing.
Then Ida had managed to sneak a look at her, naked, in the shower.
The rumors were right about Ida.
She was a cunt-lapper.
But not exclusively.
Ida eyed Red Miller thoughtfully, nodding slowly as if in agreement.
'Yeah, Coach – I can see that,' she said, in her husky, low-pitched voice. 'I know that I have to exercise my vagina to keep it tight.'
Red's jaw dropped like a lever, damned near bouncing off his brawny chest.
'You know, Coach Miller – maybe, being colleagues, and all – maybe we could exercise together, sort of collaborate on keeping fit, huh?'
'Errr – how would we…'
'Understand, it wouldn't be like making love. Not a man-and-woman thing. But we could kill two birds with one stone if you exercised your penis in my vagina.'
Coach Miller was astonished – and then his jaw closed up again and he began to grin.
And Ida Whicker, without further ado, began to strip off her gym uniform.
If she was a lesbian, it was a shame, Red thought – because Ida had a lovely body. All trim and tight from steady exercise, rippling with sinew, yet with velvet-soft flesh drawn tight to her contours.
Her tits were small, but firm and round and topped by big, rosy tips. Her ass was hard as a rock and her legs looked like they could crush a man's haunches if they locked around him in a scissors grip.
Her cunt-mound was a wide, tawny triangle and, below, her cunt-slot was soaking wet and gaping open. Dyke, or not, this was some lady!
Ida sat on the edge of Red's desk, her bare ass perched on the rim and her legs trailing to the floor, lean thighs wide apart, cunt streaming juices between.
'Exercise me, Coach,' she said, panting as if she had already exercised vigorously.
Red moved up, cock jutting up, and stood between Ida's open legs. He thrust his hips forward, shoving his prick into her groin.
She reached down and felt his stiff cock. 'Ummm – what a hard muscle you have, Coach,' she sighed, in obvious appreciation.
She turned her wrist, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down in her gooey cunt-slot and brushing it against the flaring nub of her cunt.
'Hard and heavy. Why, it's like working out with a fucking barbell!' she squealed.
Red grinned with macho vanity.
He tensed, ready to stuff his cock up her cunt.
'No – don't do anything, Coach. My cunt needs a good workout – let me do it all.'
Red stood with his head and shoulders thrown back and his muscular thighs slightly bent and his prick looming out like a vaulter's pole.
Ida fitted his swollen purple cock-head into her coral-pink cunt-slot. She squirmed on the desk, getting limbered up for the exercise.
Then the gym teacher began to work her cunt-muscles with great concentration. Red didn't need to hump at all. Her squeeze box pussy was sucking his cock in all on its own! Her cunt-lips clamped to his cock-stalk and the inner rings tightened, pulling his prick deeper with each contraction.
Red had never fucked such a hot pussy. He stared down and watched his long, thick cock-shaft being sucked in inch by inch. It felt as if she had a hand inside her loins, frigging him in her pussy. Her cuntslot slurped juicily. Her cunt was soaking wet inside, yet so tight, that it felt as if her cunt-sleeve was bonded to the contours of his cock.
Cunt-cream gushed from her pussy, turning her groin to a morass. Trickles unwound down her lean thighs and gooey streams seeped into the crack of her ass. The top of his desk was getting slimy – luckily, there was a blotter there to absorb the overflow.
Her flat belly pumped gently.
Her cunt sucked his cock in balls-deep.
He fondled her hard tits and pulled at the swollen pink tips. He wanted to kiss her, but guessed she would not welcome a sign of affection or emotion.
His thighs braced as, once again, he prepared to throw a cock-thrust into her. But her cunt was gripping his cock so tightly that he couldn't pull back!
'No – don't hump, Coach,' Ida panted. 'This isn't fucking, remember. Just keep still and let me exercise my pussy-muscles.'
All of his prick was buried. Her cunt-lips were glued on the hairy hilt and his big balls were jammed tightly to her trim ass. Her cunt tingled on the base of his cock. She wriggled her ass and hips a bit, but only slightly. Her cunt was doing the job unassisted.
The inner rings of her cunt muscles fluttered up and down on his cock-shaft in sequence, and the core of her cunt was sucking on his cock-knob like a mouth.
Red had never known a sensation like it. It wasn't like fucking, because he wasn't moving at all. It dawned on him that she was getting all of the benefits of this bizarre workout, since he was inactive. But he didn't give a damn about that.
His cock-meat was throbbing inside her, but not sliding in and out. He didn't need the friction of humping. Her cunt was doing the job to perfection. It felt more like a blowjob than a fuck, he thought – and so tight that it was more like ass-fucking than cunt-stuffing.
She tightened her cunt convulsively.
Red groaned. It felt as if she were puffing his prick out by the roots. He could feel the suction all the way back in his asshole.
Pre-cum was dribbling into her pussy now, as the magic massage of her cunt brought him toward the creamy conclusions. She whimpered as she felt the spunky flow seep into her. Her cunt-chute got wetter as she began to melt, yet stayed as tight as ever.
Red wondered what secret methods she used to build up her cunt-muscles. Her pussy could have sucked the batteries out of a flashlight!
'Oh, baby,' he groaned, as more precum was pulled from his piss-hole.
Ida glared at him and her pussy missed a pulse on his prick. She wanted no familiarity, no terms of endearment from a man. This was a convenience for Ida, not a love affair.
Red got the picture.
'Break the pain barrier – work it out,' he croaked.
Her pussy began to tense rhythmically again, wringing his hot prick-meat. Her momentary displeasure faded and her frown turned to a look of pure passion. His cock felt so lovely in her cunt that Ida even wondered, for a moment, why she was a lesbian.
