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Coach's Favorite Pupil
CHAPTER ONE"What in hell are you two doing there?" yelled a gruff voice.The two girls froze in their tracks."See," Marti Stevens whispered. "I told you we were in for it. Now Coach Fields has caught us, and it's all your fault.""Shut up, Marti," hissed Peg Forts. "For somebody eighteen, you're sure a crybaby.""I am not," Marti sobbed, "I'm just scared, that's what. What will he do to us?"Gerald Fields, the tumbling coach of Forton High School, was advancing toward the girls. The big man looked even bigger to Marti as he approached. She had heard so many terrible stories about him, how he punished the members of his squad if they did not perform at top form every minute of the time, and how he demanded that they win every competition they entered. His unswerving sense of discipline was probably the main reason why the tumblers from Forton High were slated to win the state tournament this year. The whole town of Forton was in a state of constant excitement at the prospect of finally winning something.Forton was a very small town and none of its athletic teams ever won anything. Each year, the football and basketball seasons ended in dismal failure. The same was true of track.Because of his drive to win, Gerald Fields was a real godsend to the school. But right now, Marti Stevens was concentrating on his drive to punish. The fine boned, eighteen-year-old blonde girl glanced over at Peg. The girl was standing defiantly, watching the coach move toward them.Damn her! thought Marti. Just because she's eighteen, she thinks she owns the world.It was Peg's fault. She had kept at Marti, insisting that they sneak into the gym where the tumbling equipment was kept and play with it.Marti wondered why she had let Peg persuade her to sneak into the gymnasium and fool around with the tumbling equipment. It had taken a lot of talking, but, as always. Peg had broken down Marti's arguments one by one, until the younger girl followed along.Whether they were supposed to use it or not, both of the girls longed to try out the equipment. They had watched with envy as the boys on the team had gone through their paces at the several exhibition meets which had been held to let everybody know how good the team was this year. The muscular young men seemed to fly through the air on invisible wings as they worked out for the public on the parallel bars, the horses, and, best of all, the trampoline. It did seem unfair that Coach Fields kept the majority of the students from using the equipment, especially when what could be done on it looked so exciting."I said, what are you two doing?" the coach bellowed."Nothing, sir," Marti stammered."What did you say, Kid?" the coach asked."She said we weren't doing anything," Peg answered, her voice defiant."Didn't you two hear the announcement I made on the speaker last week ? "The girls were silent, Marti looking at her feet, Peg staring the coach straight in the eye."Well, Pm waiting for an answer. Did you hear the announcement or didn't you?""Yes, sir, we did," Marti mumbled, never lifting her eyes."Then what are you doing in here?""We were curious. We wanted to try the equipment for ourselves." Peg said, her voice loud and clear."Oh, you did, did you? Too bad you didn't come out for the team.""We couldn't.""You're damn right, you couldn't. You're girls.""Other schools have girls on their tumbling teams.""I don't give a damn what other schools do. That's got nothing to do with what I do. They hired me to win the state championship, and I'm going to do it. I wouldn't get anywhere near it, if I had to keep stopping to wipe girls' noses all the time."In all her eighteen years, Marti Stevens could not remember having been this scared. She could hear her own heart pounding, her knees felt weak, and she was frightened that they would not hold her up. She could imagine herself falling into a crumpled heap before the raging tumbling coach. All she wanted was to get away. She did not care what else happened."How old are you anyway ? I don't think I've seen you around," Fields growled, reaching out and shaking Marti."I'm eighteen. I'm a freshman.""Since you're a freshman, Kid, I'm going to let you go. Get the hell out of here, and if I ever catch you screwing around this equipment again, you're dead. Do you understand that?""Yes, sir.""As for you, Pretty Peggy, I've had my eye on you all year. You're a cocky little bitch, and I think I might knock a little bit of that cockiness out of you, and right now.""But that's not fair. Why punish me and not her?""Because I say so," the coach shouted. He slapped Peg hard across the face. "Nothing's fair. The sooner you learn that, the better off you'll be.""Yes, sir," Peg said, rubbing her cheek.When she took her hand away, Marti saw Peg's cheek was red, the print of the coach's hand clearly outlined on the white flesh. Now she was afraid to leave, even if Fields did want her to."Now you get the hell out of here, Freshman. You understand.""Yes, sir."Marti turned and began to walk away. As she left, she heard the coach say, "Now, MissPeggy, if you want to make the team, let's just see how well you do."Marti walked halfway across the gymnasium floor. She heard the coach's voice behind her, but could no longer make out what he was saying. She was duty bound to go back and stand by Peg. What would her father say if he knew she walked off and left her friend to face punishment alone for something both of them had done?Resolutely Marti turned and started back to where the coach and Peg stood facing each other. The coach was not yelling anymore. That was one good sign at least, Marti thought. Maybe he had calmed down enough so that he would not be quite so hard on them.Marti stopped where a pile of tumbling mats, rolled up and stacked on top of each other, hid her from their view. It would not hurt to stop for a minute, just to hear what the coach was saying."I'll let you try out the equipment, Peg. How would you like that?"Marti could not believe her ears. The tone of Gerald Field's voice had changed completely. He sounded almost friendly now. Besides that, he was actually asking Peg if she wanted to use the equipment."I might even give you a few pointers, just like I do for the team. What do you say?""That would be great, Coach," Peg said, smiling broadly at the big man."What equipment would you like to work out on first?""Oh, I know. The trampoline is my very favorite."Marti crinkled her lips in disgust. Peg was giving the coach her baby talk, just the way she did the boys in her class. To hear Peg talk, especially when she used that breathless baby voice, one would never guess what was really going on in her mind. But Marti knew. After all, she was Peg's best friend. She knew that one minute Peg would bat her big, brown eyes at a boy, coming on to him as if she were the spirit of innocence, and the next minute be turning to her to comment on the size of the bulge in his Levi's. The coach was getting the baby voice treatment. Maybe that was why he was about to let Peg use the trampoline. Some punishment! The coach had apparently wanted to get rid of her for some reason, so that he could be alone with Peg. What a rotten thing to do. After all, she had wanted to use the gymnastic equipment just as much as Peg had, maybe even more."So you want to try the tramp, huh ? " Gerald Field said.."Yes, more than anything in the world. Can I? Can I please?""Sure. Of course you can. Here, I'll uncover it for you."The coach pulled the canvas cover off the top of the trampoline, exposing the taut, springy surface. He bounced the surface with his hand a couple of times. Peg squealed with delight, just at the sight of it. Marti knew that the trampoline was what Peg would want to try. She was forever commenting to Marti how the boys looked when they bounced around on it. She even said she thought it was sexy, and said that she wished sometime the team members would give a trampoline exhibition without wearing their jock straps. As it was, she was always embarrassing Marti by insisting that the two of them sit where they would have the best chance of seeing up the legs of the guys' gym shorts, as they bounced up and down on the big, springy trampoline."Now, Peg, just climb right up here," the coach said, patting the top of the trampoline again.As Peg moved forward and placed her hands on the framework, ready to lift herself up onto the trampoline, the coach stopped her."Oh, no. That won't work. It won't work at all.""Why, whatever is the matter, Mr. Fields?" Peg asked, still in her baby voice."You can't work out on the tramp in that skirt and blouse.""But why not?" Peg lisped, batting her eyelashes."Because you'll ruin them. What would your mother say? You might even rip something. She wouldn't like that, would she?""No, no, I guess not," she answered, her voice downcast."Well, then. I guess we can't let you use the tramp tonight. Sorry.""Wait, wait. I could go to the locker room and change into my gym suit. It would only take me a couple of minutes.""You mean the girls' locker room?""Sure. My suit is in my locker.""Miss Jonas has left for the day. She's the girls' physical education teacher, and she keeps the key to the locker room.""Then there's no way I can get to my gym suit?""No, I'm afraid not. Sorry. I guess you'll just have to leave."Peg turned and started to walk away. Marti ducked behind the mats so that she would not be seen."Just a second, Peg, I've got an idea how you can work out on the tramp tonight without needing your gym suit.""Yeah? What's that?" Peg returned to where the coach stood beside the trampoline."Just take your skirt and blouse off.""But, but, in front of you?""Sure. I won't tell anyone if you promise you won't. You know how it is. There are a few people around this town who just wouldn't understand. See, it doesn't make any difference to me, and nobody else will be the wiser. It'll be our secret. What do you say?"The girl paused as if thinking it over. Then she grinned. "Do me a favor, Coach. Don't call me Peggy.""Sure. Anything you say, Peg," the coach said, grinning back at the girl.Marti could hardly believe her eyes. Peg was taking off her clothing in front of the young coach. Slowly the brown-eyed girl unbuttoned her blouse, her fingers deftly moving from button to button, exposing more and more of her smooth flesh to the man's view. As she opened the front of it, her eyes never left Gerald Fields' face. Her smile became even more broad."Hmmm, the cool air feels fine on my skin," Peg crooned as she slipped the blouse off over her shoulders, handing it to the coach.The coach seemed unable to take his eyes off her."You're staring at me, Mr. Fields," Peg said, her voice low and sensual."I'm sorry. I don't mean to.""I suppose you must think I'm an awful hick," Peg said as she began to unzip her short skirt."What do you mean by that? What makes you think I feel you're a hick?""Because I wear a bra. None of the city girls do anymore, do they?""I really wouldn't know about that.""Oh, come now, Mr. Fields, I bet you do. A handsome man like you must surely know all kinds of things like that."Peg stepped out of her skirt, kicking off her shoes at the same time. She stood before him clad only in her bra, panties and pantyhose. Marti could tell by the look on the coach's face that he liked what he saw. And why shouldn't he, she thought. Peg was surely cute enough. She was tall for her age and her body was thin and lithe. Her breasts were well developed and jutted proudly out from her chest, supported by the lacy bra. That was some line Peg had given the coach about being a hick because she wore a bra. That flimsy elastic garment was her proudest possession. Peg had argued with her mother for days before the woman would allow her to spend that kind of money for underwear. Marti knew because she had heard most of the discussion.Marti wondered if her breasts would grow the way Peg's had over the last year. There was nothing wrong with them, she felt sure of that. It was simply that she was so young. So far, she had little more than a handful."Oh, dear, now you'll think I'm a hick for sure, seeing that I wear panties and pantyhose both.""Your mother again?""Yes, that's right. I suppose I had better take the hose off. Otherwise, I might snag them, and she would never forgive me."The girl hooked her fingers under the waistband of the pantyhose and pushed them downward, wiggling her full hips as she removed them.Marti was watching the coach. As Peg slipped the pantyhose down her long legs, Marti detected a movement in the front of the coach's slacks. Before another minute had passed, she could see his big meat outlined clearly down one pants leg. It reached halfway to his knee, or so it seemed from where Marti was watching. She felt a tiny spasm of excitement in the area of her crotch. She and Peg had overheard a conversation among some of the boys on the gymnastics team. They had said that Coach Gerald Fields was hung like a horse. He had taken showers with them, so they claimed they knew. Now Marti could see that they had been telling the truth. The man's prick looked as though it had to be at least ten inches long."Well, Coach, I'm ready. What do I do now?" Peg asked.Even Marti had to admit that her friend was very attractive in her bra and tiny bikini panties. Her panties were translucent and showed a dark spot, indicating the girl's already well developed pubic bush. All in all, with her long, shapely legs, her lithe torso and her sweet, innocent appearing face, Peg presented a very enticing picture, as she stood in the empty gymnasium, smiling at the handsome coach."What do I do now?" she asked."Just get up on the tramp," the man replied, his voice tight.Peg grasped the framework of the big trampoline and pulled herself up onto it. She rolled across its smooth, pliant surface."Oh, this feels neat."Little by little, she began to explore, bouncing around a little, giggling as her fearful efforts took her higher and higher off the surface."Oh, this feels so great, so much fun. I love it.""Good. Just keep bouncing higher and higher."The coach had moved alongside the apparatus, his eyes were riveted to the teenager's smooth, undulating body. Marti could see that his prick was hard and jerking inside his pants. As she watched, the coach rubbed his crotch with his trembling hand, exciting his throbbing dong all the more."Even my hair is bouncing!" Peg squealed, her voice changing pitch as she bounced higher and higher."Yeah, I know. The tramp is really fun.""I feel like I want to . . . Well, you know."Like you have to piss, you mean.""Yes. There's another feeling too, though. I feel, well. . . . ""Sexy.""Yes. Sexy!"Marti continued watching, more excited than she had ever been. She could clearly see that the coach was in a state of complete excitement, and, knowing Peg, she felt sure the girl was feeling much the same. She, herself, was getting moist between the legs as her heart pounded faster and faster. Her face was flushed and her palms sweaty.Marti was sure that within just a few minutes, she was going to witness something very exciting. Instinctively, Marti's hand found its way underneath her skirt. She felt her crotch and discovered that her panties were already soaked through from her excited leakings. She brought her fingers to her nose, inhaling the musky sweet odor of her own juices. The scent made her weak in the knees."Slow down a minute," called Gerald Fields. "You're going to get overtired."Bit by bit, Peg quieted her bouncing, until she was still on the mat, her head facing the coach. She raised herself to her elbows, showing her cleavage to the best advantage, her young breasts pushed up and together by the lacy bra."Coach, I really want to thank you for letting me do this. Wouldn't Marti be jealous if she knew?""Who's Marti?""My girlfriend, the girl who was here with me when you found us.""Oh, yeah, the freshman. Promise me you won't tell her I let you use the tramp. You know what I said about people not understanding.""Mr. Fields, I wouldn't dream of it. It's our little secret.""Good. Let's keep it just that way.""There's just one thing, though," Peg said, using her little girl voice again."What's that, Peg?""Well, it's just that if the trampoline is so much fun for one, it must be even better with two. I mean, I would think that one person's bouncing around would change the other person's bouncing around. Oh, I don't know how to say it right. Do you know what I mean?""Yeah, sure. You're right. With two people, you're never just exactly sure what way you'll go. Takes a lot of skill.""Gee," Peg sighed, "I sure wish I could try it with somebody else. Wait, I have an idea.""What's that?""Couldn't you come up here and show me, just for a little while, just to give me some idea of what it's like with two people?"Marti had been wondering how Peg was going to manage to get the coach into the position where she wanted him. Now she knew. She peeked over the pile of mats, wondering whether or not Coach Fields would fall for Peg's seemingly innocent trick. She certainly hoped so. Peg had told her so much about fucking, that she wanted nothing more in the world to see it really taking place. Even her friend's lurid descriptions were not nearly as good as seeing the real thing. Marti was dizzy with excitement now, her fingers moving faster and faster against the flimsy fabric of her panties, pushing against her leaking twat. She knew she would soon be snaking her hand inside her bikini to drive the slim fingers clear up into her vagina, but she would work up to that, holding off as long as possible to be sure she first had herself as worked up as possible."Please, Coach, can't you come up onto the trampoline, just for a little while?" Peg whined, her voice sickeningly sweet."I got the same problem you did, Peg. I'm wearing my street clothes.""Well," Peg smiled, "Can't you solve your problem the same way I solved mine?"The coach looked doubtful. "I don't know. I suppose so. Promise you'll never tell anyone?""Like you said, it's our little secret. Cross my heart and hope to die."Peg trailed her fingers across her breast, drawing attention to her smooth, creamy tits.Without another word, Coach Fields kicked off his loafers and unbuttoned his dress shirt. Marti gasped at the sight of his hairy chest. Even her father did not have as much fuzz on his upper body as that. The coach's chest was covered with tight black curls. Marti's fingers itched to touch it. She longed to run her hands over the soft hair, letting her long fingers trace their way through it."Oh, my you're so hairy!" Peg squealed."Yeah, I guess I am," the coach said, sounding embarrassed."That's nice. It's the way I like men to be. None of the boys here in school has more on his chest than just a little peach fuzz.""Oh, really? Have you done some research on that, Peg?""Let's just say I get around a little," Peg replied, smiling coyly at the coach.As the coach started to climb onto the trampoline, Peg said, "You're not going to leave your slacks on, are you? I mean, they're such nice slacks and all, I wouldn't want you to rip them or anything like that.""I suppose you're right," Gerald Fields said.Marti almost giggled out loud. What was the coach trying to pull? Certainly he did not expect Peg to think that he was that naive. It was as if the two of them were playing some elaborate,' dishonest game with one another, each trying to make the other think that they were not really aiming toward the same thing. The idea made her even hotter. Her head was pounding and her whole body was trembling with sexual excitement.The girl had lasted as long as she could without getting her fingers up into her cunt. Quickly, she ripped down her panties and pushed both hands against her nearly hairless crack. This was going to be the come of her lifetime. She just hoped she could delay her climax long enough to come at the same time as Peg and the coach. But, then, there was no guarantee that they would ever get that far. Something told her, though, that if the two of them did not get off it would not be their fault.For a brief moment, the coach hesitated. Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. As Peg stared openly at his crotch, the coach pushed the pants down his legs, until he stood before her clad only in his boxer shorts and socks."I forgot to take off my socks," he said to Peg. "You can't get any traction without taking off your socks. Bare feet is best."Coach Fields swung himself up onto the trampoline. His added weight made the surface bounce, and Peg giggled with excitement."Come on, Peg. You stand at one end, and I'll stand at the other. By the way, I hope you'll forgive me. I usually wear a jock strap when I work out on this. I might flop around a little without one. Hope you don't mind.""Why would I mind?" Peg asked. "Besides, whatever happens here is our secret, remember?""Yeah, that's right," Fields said, smiling at her.One of them was standing at each end of the trampoline. They gazed openly at each other, the coach's hard prick tenting out the thin fabric of his shorts. Marti could see that Peg's cunt juice had soaked through her bikini. There was a big wet spot at her crotch."Bounce now, Peg. When you come down, I'll go up."Peg did as she was told. When she landed, the coach sprang off the surface and high into the air. When he came back to the canvas, the impact drove Peg into the air once more. She squealed with delight. The impact did something else as well. The coach's big prick flopped out through the hole in the front of his shorts. It hung there, turgid.Marti gasped. The thing was as big as she had imagined it might be. It jutted out a good ten inches from Fields' body. It was circumcised, and she could see a jewel of clear liquid shining at its reddish knob.Peg was gazing at the cock too, her mouth open in surprise."You like that?" the coach asked, his voice tight.