Noreen first time

Chapter 3

Cock in hand and balls bouncing against his wrist, Coach Hank Jacoby twisted out the last shards of piss into the toilet adjoining his new office. He realized he had the makings of a hardon coming on in his snapper.

Cock coming up hard.

Hefty in his hand.

He wafted the dong like a wand.

Remembering the many times he had put it to good use in deep wet flesh.

And, yes. Jacoby could use some tight little gymnast snatch right now.

This was the ass-end of a numbing first day on his new coaching assignment. First time in command arid in the big office-the hotseat.

And now, just around midnight, he was still at work-even if only going through the motions.

This new job would be a tight fit. He would have to tow the line and produce-or else he would wind up like his predecessor, Coach Haller-end up like all the others did.

And he could still smell his predecessor's presence around him.

Cunt was so thick in the air he could get a mouthful just by breathing.

Coach Margaret Haller may have been a dyke. But no one could say she didn't know good snatch. One of Coach Haller's plusses, as far as Jacoby was concerned, was that she had stocked the gymnastic squad with kinky hot pussy.

Too bad one of Jacoby's first jobs was to get rid of some of it.

Jacoby licked his dry lips.

Some fuck-and-watch action would certainly be a good way to smooth the edges of tension he felt. His hands moved below his belt.

Made sure the piss had stopped dripping from the tip of his wanger.

Quickly stuffed the prick back into his pants. Washed his fingers lightly.

Wiped his palms off on his warmup pants.

Walked into the next room and took a seat his large hardwood desk.

Farted once.

Loudly.

Buzz of the intercom.

"Jacoby here."

"Meester Jacoby."

"Yes, Chiquita."

"Your appointment has arrived."

"Uh. Which?"

"She was originally scheduled for seven o'clock. Called and said she'd be a little late. Personal matters. Remember?"

"Ah, yes. Ask her to come in."

Jacoby steeled himself for the occasion. Doublechecked to see that the required paraphernalia was in the desk drawer.

Yes, Chiquita had done her preparatory work well. Everything was in order.

By the time the door began to swing open, Jacoby had-what he thought would be a convincing-enough smile on his face.

Chiquita gave Jacoby a sidelong glance with her almond-shaped peepers as she ushered the petite gymnast into the coach's office.

"Won't you please have a seat, Jacquette?"

"I probably won't be staying that long. That right, coach?"Jacoby bit into his lower lip. Strained his neck defensively. Well, she knew-or suspected.

There was bad business at hand.

That was part of a coach's job.

Came with the territory.

"You know, Jacquette. It's never very easy. As a matter of fact, it's one of the hardest things a coach or anyone else has to do-"

"No it isn't," Jacquette snapped. "I tell people to luck off every day!"

He smiled.

Uncomfortably.

"Especially you, Jacquette." He spoke-tried to speak-as if he had not heard one syllable she had spoken. "You have long been a competitive mainstay of the squad. A true team performer."

"Highly valued, I'm sure."

From her angle of stance Jacquette could tell that Jacoby was hard in his pants. She didn't have to guess what would come next.

And she had planned for it.

Yes, Jacquette had determined that she would trade her virginity for a place on the gymnastics squad. If had to come to that.

"Highly valued, Jacquette. Why, yes."

"Get it over with."

"Well, you already seem to know-"

"Cut the shit."

"You're strong, Jacquette. Here goes. Part of my mission here is to rebuild the team-"

"You fucking that spic bitch?"

"Scuse me?"

"That cunt puta you got out front. What's her fucking name-Chiquita?"