YPA: Your Privacy Assured/YPA.ISO/text/coach.txt

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Date:   Mon Oct 15 1990  13:31:00
From:   Labyrinth *
To:     All
Subj:   The Coach 1/6
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loni                           -------------------------------
     Donna looked at Amy with love in her eyes.  Amy was everything Donna felt
she could hope for in a friend.  Gorgeous and sunny sweet, honey blond and
lovable, stacked like a brick shithouse on a 5'-7" 130-pound frame.  Amy
wasn't what you'd call real bright, but, then again, Donna wasn't exactly your
straight-A student, either.  But far, far wiser than her years.

     The brunette reached out with both chubby hands, and Amy melted willingly
into her heavy arms, and accepted with genuine appreciation the huge tit Donna
offered for her suckling pleasure.  Donna's pudgy fingers were feather light,
tickling Amy's perfect skin in all the right places.  Amy murmured and
twitched with pleasure.  It pleased her friend no end that every heterosexual
male on earth would give anything to make it with Amy, but she had chosen
Donna.

     Donna's stroking fingers grew more intimate, and Amy's wondrous long legs
parted and trembled.  Amy took a shuddering breath and whimpered.

     "That good, Baby?" Donna whispered.  Amy nodded and squirmed against
Donna's probing fingers.  "I love making you feel good -- you know that, don't
you?"

     "Mmmm-hmmm!" the blond moaned emphatically.  Actually, at nearly
eighteen, Amy was a couple months older than Donna; it was just that their
personalities and the evolution of their relationship had turned Donna into
the `older,' protective one, and Amy into the more sensitive flower child.

     Donna stared down at her friend's lovely face, her closed, twitching
eyelids and long lashes.  She had a troubled look on her own face, as she
tried to think of the right way to broach a difficult subject.

     "Looks like I'll get a C in Biology," she said with a sudden pained sigh.
Amy's eyes opened at once at the shift in Donna's aura.

     "That's good, ain't it?" she asked in her little girl voice.  "It's
better than I'll get!" she giggled.

     "Sure."  Donna shifted slightly, continuing to hold Amy close in her
arms, but no longer stroking the oil slick which had formed between her legs.
"But I need an A somewhere to overcome my D in Trig, or I won't have the GPA
to graduate.  Not without summer school ..."

     Amy scowled at that puzzler.  "What're you gonna do?" she asked, before
recapturing the large dark nipple upon which she had been feeding.

     "Well," Donna sighed, then plunged forward.  "You know how I've been
getting my C's, right?"

     "Yeah," Amy issued another giggle.  Her friend had regaled her with many
stories about her visits to Coach Burrows' house before every Biology quiz and
test.  "You're pretty cool, Donna," she said in an admiring voice.

     "Ah, he's not so bad," Donna told her.  "It's not like he abuses me, or
anything like that ... he just loves a blowjob.  And I guess I give him the
best he's ever had ... or so he says, anyway."

     Amy giggled again and struggled to an upright position, to sit facing
Donna, her exquisite legs crossed indian-style.  "So, why don't you just tell
him you need an A?"  Amy's brow was furrowed in thought.  "Tell him he'll have
to go back to fuckin' his fist if you don't get one."


Date:   Mon Oct 15 1990  13:32:00
From:   Labyrinth *
To:     All
Subj:   The Coach 2/6
Attr:
loni                           -------------------------------
     They giggled together at that visualization.

     "Yeah -- I wish," Donna said finally.  "Gettin' too close to graduating
to take a chance like that."  She took a deep breath and gazed at her
beautiful friend.  "He says you and I both can cop an A for the semester, if
you'll stop by his place with me sometime."

     Amy's eyes widened with the look of a trapped animal.  "No, Donna -- you
know I couldn't stand ...  I told you what happened before."  A sudden shudder
convulsed the blond.

     Donna held up her hand to be heard.  "Now, Baby, it wouldn't be like
that.  You could just, you know, sort of cuddle with him and let me take care
of the hard stuff.  That's what he said -- he wouldn't try anything major with
you.  I told him I didn't think you'd stand for that.  He said what he'd like
is for the two of you to just, you know, make out a little, while I ... do
what I do.  That wouldn't be so bad, would it, Baby?  Maybe sit on his face
for him a little?"  She constructed a pleading look in her eyes.  "You can
just be the tease, and let me handle the action.  Sometimes he craves a light
whipping -- you might even enjoy doing that for him ..."

     It was clear how little Amy thought of Donna's plan, but she was trying
hard not to start an argument.  She issued a brief chuckle at the thought of
squatting on Coach Burrows' head.  "Maybe I'll fart on the old fart," she
said.  Donna snorted and shook like jelly at that.

     "He's really not bad, for a fifty-year-old," she offered.  "He must work
out a lot, 'cause there ain't much flab on him.  And he's kinda gentle like --
you might like it, especially if you didn't have to fuck him, you know?"

     "I'd cut it off of him first!" Amy hissed with sudden fire in her emerald
eyes.  "Shit, Donna!" she whined.  "I don't want to do this!"  Tears began to
well up, close to overflowing.

     Donna's voice was soft, coaxing.  "Yeah, but you'd like to have an A --
and I really do need one ...  you know I'd do it for you, if you needed it."

     She tilted forward to the floor and knelt before Amy, easing the agitated
girl back on the sofa.  She slid a chubby arm beneath Amy's head and bent low
to brush her dry lips against a perky nipple.  Amy gasped with pleasure.
"Come on, Baby," Donna whispered.  "I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important,
you know that."

     Amy whimpered and held her friend's head tightly as Donna mouthed her
nipples and stroked fire into her flat belly.  Moments later, Amy moaned
harshly, pushing impatiently at Donna's dark brown hair, and lifted her legs
wide, as the mouth which gave her so much pleasure found its unerring way to
her pot of liquid gold.  Donna lapped eagerly at the overflowing cunt, rolling
her face, covering herself from ear to ear with the precious juices.  "Oh,
Baby!" she mumbled, as Amy writhed and arched in response.  "It's so good, so
sweet!"

     She sucked avidly at the swollen clit and crossed her fore and middle
fingers to create a screw-like appendage, which she slowly, gently pushed into
Amy's superheated pussy.  Amy cried out and strained to grip Donna's hair in
both hands, pressing the juice-slickened face hard against her tormented tush.
"Oh, yesss!" she hissed, as Donna sawed her crossed fingers in and out while
sucking at the engorged clit.  It was one of Amy's favorite things, and it was
not accidental that Donna had chosen it for this particular moment.


Date:   Mon Oct 15 1990  13:34:00
From:   Labyrinth *
To:     All
Subj:   The Coach 3/6
Attr:
loni                           -------------------------------
     Long minutes later, Donna lifted her head and looked at Amy's glassy eyes
and slack features which bespoke advanced sexual stimulation.  "I know what
you want," she murmured with a devious chuckle.  Amy writhed before her with
impatience, as Donna tucked her hands beneath the blond's knees and pushed
them high.  She kissed her way down the backs of Amy's glorious thighs and
nibbled with her expert lips at the groove of her fine ass, enjoying the
tickling of the sparse hair she found there.  Amy twitched and made a noise,
and Donna gave her a teasing jab of her tongue, before releasing the girl's
knees for Amy to hold pressed to her breasts, and spreading the lovely cheeks
before her.

     She hardened the tip of her tongue and began to apply pressure at the
tiny, exquisite rosebud of the girl's anus, periodically running her nose and
tongue northward to scrub and thrill her friend's flowing cunt and throbbing
clitoris.

     Amy strained and whimpered against her kneecaps as her friend slowly
stretched her asshole until she could actually feel the penetration of the tip
of her tongue.  "Oh, God!" the blond gasped, with a hard shudder.  "That feels
so wierd!  Gimme just a little more, Donna ..."   She heard the familiar sound
of Donna's long, slender vibrating dildo and groaned with anticipation. "Oh,
God!" she bawled, and her ass tightened involuntarily.

     Without stopping the excavation of her tongue, Donna reached between her
own thighs and fucked herself briefly with the dildo.  Moments later, her
talented mouth and crossed fingers returned to focus on Amy's yummy cunt, as
the well-lubricated vibrator, pressed forward by the weight of Donna's
breasts, sank slowly between the ecstatic girl's marvelous buttocks.


                                *  *  *  *  *


     It was dark enough for Donna to turn on her headlights.  Amy slumped
against the passenger door, pouting.  "I changed my mind," she announced.
"Take me back home, Donna."

     "Goddamn it, Amy," Donna groused.  "Let's don't go through this again --
now, you agreed to do this for me, and I promised you won't have to go all the
way, didn't I?  Now, what's the fuckin' problem?  You gonna come through for
me, or not?"  Her voice was low and tense, and Amy reacted to her friend's
outburst with characteristic chagrin.

     "Oh, God, Donna!  I'm sorry -- I just can't stand the thought of ..."

     "Look, don't think about it, Amy.  Do like I said -- just keep your eyes
closed and pretend it's me.  Hell, tell him to open wide and fart in his
mouth, if you want to.  He'll love it." Donna's gleeful hoot seemed to have a
calming effect on the blond.

     She parked in her customary spot in an alleyway behind Coach Burrows'
garage, and opened her door without hesitating.  "Come on," she barked as an
order.  Amy shivered and got out on her side, wrapping her blanket coat
tightly against the crisp November wind.

     "Tell you one goddamn thing," the blond murmured through clenched teeth
and motionless lips, "he tries to stick it in me and the sonuvabitch'll have
to start coming to my house to scratch his balls." That brought a high pitched
squeal of laughter from Donna as they approached the house.


Date:   Mon Oct 15 1990  13:35:00
From:   Labyrinth *
To:     All
Subj:   The Coach 4/6
Attr:
loni                           -------------------------------
     He was standing inside the screen door, looking for them.  "Good evening,
girls," he said, as they stepped onto the low wooden porch.  "Come on in." He
beamed at Donna, in the lead, and then at Amy who would not look at him. They
turned and waited for him to lock the door.  Rubbing his hands briskly, he
continued to grin.  "I bet y'all are frozen solid!  How about a hot toddy, or
something?"

     Donna took a look at Amy.  "Hey, that would be great!" she grinned.
"Wouldn't it, Amy?"

     Amy gave her a frigid look, then flashed a tentative, trembling smile.
"Yeah -- it's like icicles out there."

     As Coach Burrows worked behind a bar, Amy followed Donna's lead in
slipping off her coat and standing before the large, roaring fireplace,
warming her hands.  "How's the team doin?" Donna called cheerfully across the
room.

     "Not too shabby," said the Coach.  "We've won 4, only lost that one
squeaker to Westside ... and we're healthy, thank God.  Looks real good this
year."  He brought their drinks to them, then returned for one of his own.
His eyes seemed incapable of pulling away from Amy, as he sipped at the cup of
hot liquid.  She shivered, aware of his lecherous grin and traveling eyes, but
still unwilling, or unable, to look directly at him.

     "So," he said, getting down to the heart of the matter, "I understand you
girls would like some private tutoring in Biology."  His grin turned into a
leer that spoke volumes.

     Donna laughed politely and wagged her finger at him.  "You rascal!" she
giggled.  Amy winced and shuddered.  He wedged between the girls and stared at
the flames with them for a moment.

     Turning to look at Amy, he said, "Are you warming up okay, Honey?"

     "Sure!  Yeah!" she said too brightly, and took a sip of the strong drink
in her cup.

     "Boy, this hits the spot!" said Donna.  "You make a great toddy, Coach."

     He put his free arm about Donna's thick waist and pulled her close with a
grin.  "I'm glad -- hope it warms Amy up, too."  He fondled the crack of
Donna's substantial ass as he continued to sip from his cup.  In response, the
heavy girl turned toward him, rubbing him with her massive breasts and
grinning coyly as she slid a hand across his trousers to grasp his crotch.

     "Oh, my!" the Coach chuckled, "aren't you an eager student when you're
away from class?!"  He sipped from his mug, bent and kissed Donna, feeding her
a bit of his drink, then hesitated to let her long, wide tongue trace his lips
and down his chin.  He pouted suddenly and raised up.  "But I hope you're not
in a rush tonight, of all nights, my dear."  He glanced meaningfully over at
Amy, who was staring wide-eyed at the flickering flames.

     After a moment, he bent and whispered in Donna's ear.  She looked around
him at Amy, then whispered a reply in his ear.  His response was more adamant,
and Donna whispered one last time into the Coach's ear.  He hesitated, then
nodded.  "Okay," he murmured audibly.

     After another pawing, probing kiss, he extricated himself and walked
across the room to take a seat in an overstuffed chair and sip from the mug he
held in both hands.


Date:   Mon Oct 15 1990  13:37:00
From:   Labyrinth *
To:     All
Subj:   The Coach 5/6
Attr:
loni                           -------------------------------
     Amy looked nervously at her friend, who now stood close beside her. "Be
cool," Donna whispered.  "I told you it was going to be a breeze, didn't I?
Have I ever lied to you?"  Amy shook her tresses and gazed once more into the
fire, seemingly on the brink of tears.  Donna pushed the blond's mug toward
her mouth.  "Here, finish this, and let me help you relax."

     Amy stood in a defeated posture, as Donna moved behind her and began
rubbing her shoulders and neck, talking quietly to her, almost cooing.  She
eventually let her head loll back against Donna's shoulder, quietly murmuring
at the marvelous feelings from the massage.  Donna kissed her friend's glowing
cheek, briefly let a hand cup a pert breast, then resumed the muscle massage.

     The mesmerizing flames, the fire of the drink now in her belly, and her
lover's talented hands all conspired to create a deep, shuddering breath
between Amy's slightly parted lips.  Within moments, Donna was between Amy and
the fire, opening her size XL shirt, removing her DD-cup bra and drawing Amy's
head to her bare bosom.

     The blond felt her body melting now, in an almost autonomic response, as
she sucked strongly at the sand dollar sized nipple and aureole that gave her
so much pleasure.  Donna's slow hands on her breasts and ass and between her
legs enhanced the pleasure until all extraneous thoughts were gone.  Now, it
was just the two of them, on a plush hearth rug before a roaring fire, and Amy
yielded completely to the needs and sensations growing so dramatically within
her voluptuous body.

     Donna's strong hand beneath Amy's chin forced her face upward to receive
Donna's hungry, probing kiss, as Donna began slowly, oh so sensuously,
removing Amy's shirt and jeans.  She lifted the blond's arms in the air, drew
her hard against her rotund body, and Amy rose on tiptoe to wrap her arms
about Donna's neck, returning her kiss with unbridled passion as Donna
stripped away her friend's remaining flimsy, pretty undergarments.  Moments
later, both now naked, they lowered themselves to the rug and lay grunting and
rolling, a wormball of writhing arms and legs.

     Coach Burrows, a lonely, forgotten figure in the chair across the room,
sat staring glassy-eyed at the shadowy, rapturous scene before him, stroking
his naked erection with slow, absent-minded motions.  His slacks and jockey
shorts lay crumpled down around his ankles.  He watched the chubby student's
increasingly passionate movements upon the blond's exquisite flesh, watched
the brunette's head disappear between trembling, outstretched legs, to begin
lapping at Amy's glistening cunt and buttocks.

     He moaned passionately, and Donna glanced over in his direction.  Then
she rose up on her knees and continued fingering Amy's convulsing sex as she
stared over at the man in the chair.  She looked down at her friend before her
and said something the Coach couldn't hear.  He saw her reach for Amy's hand
and help her up, and the two of them approached him, side by side.

     Donna stared into his upturned, rapturous face as she stood fondling
Amy's bare breasts and loins.  "Stand up," she barked suddenly, and the Coach
jumped without hesitation.  "You look ridiculous!" she sneered, looking him up
and down.  He didn't respond, just continued staring at the lovely Amy.

     "Tell you what," Donna said.  "We're gonna make this a night for you to
remember -- that all right with you, Coach?"  He swallowed hard and nodded
without answering.  "Amy'll need your belt for this," Donna grinned
maliciously.  He bent and pulled the elastic strap free from its loops, then
straightened and handed it to the blond without comment.



Date:   Mon Oct 15 1990  13:48:00
From:   Labyrinth *
To:     All
Subj:   The Coach 6/6
Attr:
loni                           -------------------------------
     They led the unresisting man around, and Donna pushed him forward to bend
over the chairback.  "Now, don't move, hear?" she said with quiet authority.
The brunette knelt on the carpet and wedged herself between the Coach and the
chair.  "Whenever you're ready, Amy," she announced, then slowly pulled his
raging erection deeply into her mouth.  Burrows whined with the thrilling
sensations, then squalled with apparent surprise at the crack of his belt
striking his exposed buttocks.  He lurched forward in reaction, driving his
cock's full length into the waiting mouth below and pressing Donna's head hard
against the chair's back.

     Donna pushed lightly against his thighs, and he withdrew, only to feel
the sting of the belt and lunge forward once more.  Again and again he cringed
and cried out under the stinging blows of the belt, but did not try to escape
them.  The effect was to drive him in and out of Donna's voracious mouth, and
the Coach quickly arrived at the edge of an enormous climax.  Sensing his
distress Donna grasped him firmly at the back of his knees and gave him her
most powerful bobbing suction, and the grunting, gasping Amy continued
whipping his ass, right through the most screamingly intense climax he had
ever experienced, as Donna sucked him bone dry.

     Quickly, he was begging for mercy, and finally his legs collapsed beneath
him, and the Coach was writhing upon the floor between the girls.  Amy stood
looking down at him, eyes flashing and nostrils flared.  She glanced at Donna
and saw her breathless grin, then back at the helpless man on the floor. With
a faraway look, the blond stepped across the Coach, straddling his whimpering
face.  Staring at her friend, she slowly bent her knees and squatted upon him.
"Lick me," she commanded softly, and sat upon his eager face.

     Donna crawled onto the Coach's belly and took Amy in her arms for long,
groping, passionate kisses, as the man lay feasting in the blond's rich
abundance of cunt juices.  "Do my ass," she mumbled and began shifting slowly
forward and back along his face.  To Donna she murmured, "I could get used to
this."

     Donna chuckled.  "I believe you, Baby," she said.  They ignored the
whimpering, moaning man beneath them.

     Later, at the door, the new Amy reached out and touched Coach Burrows'
flushed face, then pressed herself against him for a deep, wet, moaning kiss.
"Tell you what," she murmured, her belly and breasts rolling voluptuously.
"How about seeing what you can do about Donna's trig grade?  Oh, yeah, and my
English Lit grade ..."

     "Well, I don't know what I can do," the Coach stammered, "but ..."

     "Donna and I will want to come over on a regular basis and thank you
personally for anything above a C.  Won't we, Donna?"

     "You got it, Baby," Donna hooted.

     Amy slid a hand down the Coach's belly and cupped it about his resurgent
erection.  "And just imagine how grateful we'd be over the summer if you get
it right the second semester, too," she smiled fetchingly at the whimpering
man.

     She released him suddenly and stepped back.  Ignoring the Coach's
distressed complaint, the two schoolgirls walked from the porch, their arms
circled affectionately about each other's waist.     (THE END)