weakening as I stood in this cramped position, but I didn't want to stop watching. I'd never seen anything like this before in my life, and I wanted to see what they'd do next.
The coach leaned forward, hunching his hips faster. Only about half of his cock was inside her now. His face was buried in the sweaty valley between her huge tits as he chewed at her nipples savagely. Her nipples grew as the coach chewed and pulled on them with his teeth.
'Oooh, that's it!' Pam screamed. 'Bite 'em. Bite my nipples hard.'
His mouth came free as he switched to the other side, and Pam moaned, 'Fuck me, Coach. Just a little more. Oooh, baby. I'm gonna cum again!'
I raised one hand, pushing down into my bar to capture one of my own aching nipples. I twisted and pinched the hot little bud, remember35 ing how Todd had thrilled me that way during my own first fuck. My right hand dug between my clenched thighs, and my middle finger slid between my puffy cuntlips. I bunched my forefinger with it and I could feel the suction drawing my fingers in deeper. I needed more, and I added my ring finger to the bunched fingers inside my fiery cunt, but what I really needed inside me was that big prick I watched down below. I needed it up inside my horny little fuck-hole.
'Now!' Pam suddenly groaned. And I realized that Coach Dunn must have been right on the edge of cumming, too. He jerked out his throbbing prick, and for just a second, I got a good look at the long, hard thing. His prick was all shiny with the cunt juices from little Pam's cunt, the head was almost purple. As he tried to crawl up over her, his long shaft bobbing up and down, I could even see the slit in the tip gaping open spastically.
Coach Dunn stumbled as he tried to get his cock up to Pam's face before his orgasm hit. But he didn't make it.
'Ooooh,' grunted Coach Dunn, his warning just a split second too late to do any good.
His prick opened up, spewing an arching jet of hot cum. Pam was sitting half upright, propping herself up on one elbow as she fought to get her mouth back over his cock. Rob was crouching over her chest, his bails resting on those big tits as he shoved his cock out as far as he could. But, despite both their efforts, there was a gap of about four inches between her soft lips and the rubbery head of his cock.
As I watched, my eyes wide with amazement, hot cock-cream flew out and hit Pam right in the face. She moaned, grabbing for his exploding prick. She opened her mouth, getting some of the next spurt before finally closing her lips around his still-belching boner. 'Mmm,' she yelled.
Pam sucked the rest of his orgasm into her mouth, gulping as she swallowed his cream. She nursed on the big hard-on, and when she finally let his empty prick escape her sucking mouth, it was soft again.
Pam looked up at Coach Dunn and grinned, when she turned her face, I could see cum dripping from her chin. The white cream was all over her tits and neck. Rob had cum a gallon, and most of it was on Pam's face and skin. 'I think I missed,' he laughed.
'1 guess so, honey,' big-titted Pam giggled, wiping up his cum with her fingers, and then seductively licking off the pearls of jism as she sucked at her slimy fingers. 'God, you turn me on,' he said. 'I really wish there was some way for you to make the diving team.'
'I know,' she said a little sadly. 'I'm gonna try, but I don't think I'm gonna make it, either.'
Coach Dunn took Pam in his arms, cum and all, and kissed her sweetly on her open lips.
I wanted to watch more, but I heard footsteps approaching my office. Then someone knocked at the door.
I hopped down quickly, ripping off my soaking wet panties. I wiped some of the pussy juice from my hands and threw the panties under my desk. I took a quick look in the mirror, straightening my dress and composure before I answered the door.
'Nurse Perry!' an excited young man said. 'Come quick. Carter has a bad cramp in his leg.'
CHAPTER THREE
I ran with the young man to the pool and saw Coach Martin in the water, holding up another guy. Coach Robertson was directing the others to the shallow end, and he was swimming across the pool.
'I'm sorry, Coach,' the young man in the water was saying. 'I don't believe this. My leg just cramped up.'
'We're going to do it my way, Carter,' the head coach said sternly. 'You wait until we're ready, then we'll lift you out of the water. Once we're sure you're ok, then you can try the leg.' I saw what they were going to do, so I squatted at the edge of the pool to help. I reached across Coach Robertson, pulling the young man up as the tow men pushed. Together, we guided him up onto the smooth tiles at the side of the pool.
'Go ahead and dismiss the rest of them,' Coach Martin said. 'We'll call it a day.'
I was checking Carter out, making sure that there wasn't a real injury masking itself as a cramp, when I noticed that Coach Martin hadn't moved yet. The younger coach was halfway across the pool, swimming steadily and smoothly toward the rest of the team, but the head coach was still in the water below me.
Then I looked over at him. The bald spot on he top of his head was as red as the rest of his face. His eyes didn't meet mine. He was looking lower, much lower. At first, I couldn't figure out what was holding his attention so fervently.
Then I remembered that I'd tossed my panties under the desk before running out to the pool.
Coach Martin was staring right up under my nursing uniform. My legs were parted to hold my balance as I squatted at the side of the pool, and he was staring right up into the slippery gash of my wide-open, wet pussy. I knew my pussy was probably as hot and wet and feverish as my orgasm was only seconds earlier.
Coach Martin was staring right at my swollen, wet pussy, and there was absolutely nothing I could say or do. Finally, he looked up, locking onto my eyes. I saw immediately that he was embarrassed, and also embarrassed myself, I started to cover up. Then I changed my mind. I'd liked it when the three men were looking at me earlier and this was an even better look. It was up close and personal, and it made me feel sexy and bold.
I squatted a little deeper, opening my thighs further apart. His eyes dropped between my legs again, not moving a muscle. 'What do you think, Coach?' I asked.
'I, uh,' he stammered, tearing his eyes from my snatch. 'Let's uuuh, yeah. Let's see if he can stand.'
The coach came up out of the pool in one rush. He stood at my side and together, we got the young man upright. As he put weight on his right side, the muscle cramped up again tightly. 'Whirlpool,' said Coach Martin.
He pointed at two of the younger swimmers and told them to help Carter into the training room. Just before he walked away, I got a good look at Coach Martin's crotch, and saw that his prick was making a tent in his long swimming trunks.
'Make sure that he checks with me before you let him go, Coach,' I said. 'I want to examine him, just in case.'
'He needs 20 minutes in the whirlpool, first,' he said, his eyes avoiding mine.
'Fine,' I said, wondering why he looked away. 'I'll wait in my office. You come get me when you're ready.'
I went back to my office, and by the time the younger coach came in and told me that they were ready to leave, I was furious. I didn't know why Coach Martin had acted like that. I didn't flash my pussy on purpose, and he didn't have to look as if he found it so disgusting.
'Fine,' I told Billy Robertson. 'I'll be right in the training room.'
Carter was still sitting in the whirlpool when I arrived. The timer said that he had five minutes to go. We were alone, and I got up and locked the outside door because whenever staff was at the swimming facility after hours, that's what I was supposed to do.
The young man talked to me as we waited. Carter was the long-distance specialist on he swimming team, and seemed embarrassed about during practice. We talked about it until the timer went off. He wanted to go back to the dorm, but I insisted on checking out his leg first.
'Out,' I ordered. 'I'm not going to release you for practice until I'm sure you're all right.' 'I don't have anything on,' he finally said. I handed him a towel, turning my back as he climbed out and covered his waist. He toweled off quickly and wrapped the damp towel around him, certain he was safe from my gaze. But I had cheated. I watched his reflection in one of the mirrors over the sinks. When he crawled out of the whirlpool, his prick was stiff as a
