Date: Wed, 13 Oct 2021 01:25:49 +0800 From: Fist Bump Subject: Foster Slut Chapter 24 (Revised) Chapter 24 Thank you all for your wonderful feedback. You guys are awesome. I hope you like this new chapter! If you enjoyed my story, don't hesitate to email me - supbrodie101@gmail.com Please donate to Nifty. It's an incredible site and it needs your money and support to keep it going. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Lucas! Get your ass in my office now!" I froze, my heart immediately started pounding in my chest. The team stopped in its tracks as Coach's booming voice rang out from the sides while we were running laps on the field. "Damn, what happened now?" A teammate turned to me with a worried expression. I shrugged, not trusting myself with words so I remained quiet as I walked towards Coach's office. My nerves were shot. I was sweating from doing laps and my hands were clammy. When I got to his door I didn't bother to knock. I took a deep breath and went inside. He was at his desk, eyes fixed on his computer as he typed something. He didn't even look at me, just motioned for me to come closer. Once I got close enough, he closed whatever he was working on in his computer and finally regarded me with calculating eyes that promised something cruel. "Take my cock out and sit on it." He suddenly said. I gasped, eyes widening at the command. "W-what?" I stuttered. I looked up and down at him and noticed that there was a sizable bulge in his tight shorts. "You heard me, take my cock out and fuck yourself with it." He fixed me with cold eyes as he reclined in his chair and tucked his hands behind his head. It's been three weeks since the incident. Since he... raped me in the showers that evening. Shit, why does saying that fill me with so much heat? He fucking raped me. I literally saw blood stains in my underwear. I should be appalled, disgusted, and traumatized. But every time I thought about it, and I did that a lot, I was only left... aching. A kind of ache that I dare say I'm starting to miss... But again it's been three weeks, I honestly thought that the minute Coach saw me next time he's going to make good on his promise and hurt me again just like he did that night. But nothing happened. It's as if he had forgotten the whole thing. Of course, the week that came after that I was still wary of him. Thinking that maybe it's all just a ploy to let my guard down. But really, nothing happened. Until now. "I'm waiting, faggot. Wet my dick with your pussy." He gruffed, his voice starting to edge with frustration. I was breathing heavily, my cock growing hard in my shorts. "I don't have lube." I said meekly. "Don't fucking care. You either sit on my cock right the fuck now or you're off my team." He said with a scowl. So I stood there trembling, hands going to my shorts and dropping them to the floor. I was wearing a jockstrap so my ass was already open and I didn't need to take them off. I took my shoes off next and my shirt, and then the next moment I was climbing over his chair to straddle him. My hands were shaking as I grabbed the back of his chair for leverage, and I could hear the pounding of my own heart in my ears. I was full on panting and we haven't even started yet. I pulled his giant cock from his shorts and pointed it straight up, to my unprepared hole. This is going to hurt so much. No lubrication, no fingers, he's really going to push that monster cock in my hole dry. Terror started to grip me, and I momentarily thought of running away but he must have seen the panic in my eyes because suddenly his hands grabbed me and pushed me down so his cock went deep inside me in one hard push. I screamed so hard but his hands immediately flew to cover my mouth. Tears gathered in my eyes as I felt the excruciating pain in my hole. I couldn't breathe because of it. It was the kind of pain that freezes your body and your mind shuts off as it surrounds you and incapacitates you. My legs trembled violently, unable to support myself. He didn't give me any warning, I was still sitting there on his lap unmoving, impaled by his huge cock, when he suddenly started to jackhammer my hole like a toy. I let out another brutal scream. But this time I did it over and over again because Coach didn't relent. He fucked my hole with harsh thrusts, not caring if he tore it or if I'm bleeding. He just kept going. He ravaged my hole and continued to destroy it with his cock as tears fell freely on my face. My muffled screams echoed in the small office, along with the sound of his chair creaking as I bounced up and down on his cock. I couldn't do anything but sob as he abused me. Then it stopped. What? He pulled out suddenly and pushed me to my feet none too gently. Eyes wide, I watched as he put his hard cock back inside his shorts and regarded me with an evil smile. "Now put your clothes back on and return to the field." What the? I stood there, still shaking, my head spinning as I tried to understand what just happened. Is this a test? I grabbed my shirt and put it on, but he just stayed there watching me with that cruel smirk. When I was done with my shoes, I stood there in front of him. Not knowing if I should really go. Then he lifted an eyebrow at me, and pointed at the door. "Leave." He gruffed. So I did, I left his office, in pain and utterly confused. I squirmed in pain as I walked back on the field and resumed the drills with the team. Thankfully, they didn't ask me what happened. At this point they all chalked it up to another bullying session with Coach. Which was true, in a sense. He bullied the fuck out of my hole. I was in extreme discomfort. Imagine running right after someone fucked you carelessly, my legs were on the verge of spasming and my hole was still quivering. I was wet, not with cum that's for sure. With blood, maybe? I didn't bother to check when I put on clothes. I know for sure Coach didn't come before he tucked himself back in his shorts and pushed me away to go back out. Which I am still frustrated about. What game is he playing at? Fucking me like a beast one moment, raping my hole, then suddenly letting me go? The question was finally answered when Coach came out and strode across the field towards us. He still had that cocky smirk pasted on his face, letting me know that he's up to evil. We all stopped in our drills as he got to us, forming a line to face him as what the team always does whenever Coach had something to say to the team. His deep voice rang out. "Alright, listen up! We're doing sprinting exercises. 3 laps, I'll be timing all of you. Last one to cross the line will stay and be punished." My heart dropped. I knew it. I knew the fucker was up to no good. I was full on scowling at him, shooting daggers, but he just looked at me with innocent eyes as the team dispersed and took their own lanes like good little soldiers. But I stood still, arms crossed on my chest as I continued to eye him dangerously. He was the first to speak. "Go on, your teammates are waiting." He goaded, lips curling on the side. "I fucking hate your guts." I replied, with no ounce of guilt. He laughed for several seconds, which boiled my blood to the point that steam was almost coming out of my ears. But then his eyes hardened. "Prove to me you can run. Or else I'm going to rearrange your guts with my cock later." My breath hitched, I was officially seething with anger. He knew exactly what he was doing. He set me up for failure. ~~~ I wish I could say I pulled through it. But I can't. I tried, though. I honestly did. But with the way my body still hurts, I couldn't run at all. Much less sprint. So I came last. "Alright everyone! To the showers and get the hell out of here. Lucas, stay and see me after you shower." Coach's voice rang out as the team scattered around the finish line, gasping for breath. In my case, I was literally on the ground as my legs officially can't support me upright. After Coach walked off, the team helped me up and patted me on the back to try and comfort me. "Sorry, Lucas." "Yeah sorry man, it's gonna be alright." At that moment I realized I have the best teammates. And I've grown to like them in the past several weeks. They're good people. I put up an encouraging smile and thanked them all as we headed towards the showers. Once they were all clean and dressed, my teammates bid me goodbye. Left alone, I took my time getting dressed in the locker room. I closed my eyes and heaved a deep sigh. Fuck, I really wanted to go home. I was exhausted and ready to face plant on my bed. Thankfully, it's Friday. So I have the weekend to rest and lounge around, hopefully fuck my dad since he's been busy the past couple of weeks. I miss his cock. I miss his touch, his smell, his taste. I swear I'm going to hug him so tight when he comes home tonight. For now, I have to face that bastard whose life's mission is to make every second of my school life difficult. After getting dressed, I grabbed my things, locked the room up, and headed to Coach's office. As I walked, every step I took sunk my heart lower and lower. I didn't bother knocking again once I reached his door. I went straight inside. And what I saw shocked me. He sat on his chair, completely naked and legs open, stroking his cock with one hand while the other pinching his pierced nipple. Everything was on full display, from his bulbous pecs, his sweaty abs, those low hanging balls that looked so ripe I wanted to bury my nose in them. He watched me with his devil eyes, which is ironic since they're bright blue. So he looked innocent. But make no mistake, so much evil lurks behind those angelic eyes. "What are you waiting for? Get naked and stuff that faggot pussy with my cock." He said sharply. See what I mean? I stood unmoving for several moments, transfixed at the sexy display in front of me. Six-foot-four muscular stud jerking off and while looking at me like that? If I didn't hate this man with all my life, I swear he'd never have to speak any word and I'll be down on my knees servicing him. "Get on it, kid. Got a date with my girlfriend. And if I don't get there on time you're going to be sorry." What?! Girlfriend? Is he serious? "Now, faggot!" He suddenly yelled, making me jump and leap into action. I took my clothes off and with my heart pounding in my chest, I straddled him and sat on his cock in one motion. "Ahhhh, fuck!" I wailed. Why did I think this one wouldn't hurt as much? Of course it would. Coach didn't even give me enough time to adjust, just two seconds later he was already prompting me to pump his cock with my abused hole. "Oh, god I can't! It hurts Coach, it hurts..." I sobbed. "I don't give a fuck, faggot." He growled. Then he hoisted me from his lap and laid me down on his desk. With his hands on the back of my knees, he folded me in half then started pounding me with his cock. I couldn't help scream at the pain as his huge, long cock fucked me hard and deep over and over again. He was relentless, determined to destroy me. He knew I was in pain and he didn't care. In fact, he basked in it. "Fucking rapist." I snarled. And he laughed menacingly, his hard thrusts not stopping. "Look how hard your dick is. You fucking get off on this. You love me raping you." He hummed. Sure enough, my dick was completely wet. Leaking precum all over my stomach. "Oh fuck, you're bleeding on my cock." He moaned as he watched his own cock go in and out of my hole. I felt his cock twitch inside me, and he sped up even more. "You're sick." I gasped as he hit my prostate, sending shivers all over my body. He kept fucking me for several minutes, until he was sweating all over me. He was ruthless, and I watched as his eyes glazed over with lust every time he saw a blood stain on his cock. The sadistic son of a bitch. Then his breath hitched, a few seconds later I felt him tense up. "Oh I'm going to come! I'm going to fill this pussy up." He shouted. He grabbed my legs roughly and I didn't think it was possible, but he started to fuck me harder that I was practically flailing in his desk like a rag doll. "God, Coach!" I cried, his cock battering my prostate with every thrust. I couldn't control it, I didn't even touch my dick but the pleasure was so intense and violent that I burst on my own. Every instroke of his cock milking my cum out. "Fuck!" He howled, then he was cumming too. His cock twitched uncontrollably inside me as he shot load after load of cum. All the while gripping me as if I'm going to get away. God, there was so much cum inside me. I can literally feel him filling me up. When he finished, he didn't pull out. He just stood there for a few minutes, panting, and stared at me. "Shower." He said. His voice going uncharacteristically soft. In one swift motion, he pulled out of me and grabbed my wrist and directed us towards the showers. While still completely naked, dicks dangling and covered in cum. When we got there, he quickly situated me under the cold spray, and walked off. I thought for sure he was going to leave after that but I was surprised to see him walk back to me with soap in his hand. He pushed me aside to get himself under the shower, which was weird since there were countless other showers available and here we were sharing one. He got himself thoroughly wet and started soaping himself up. Meanwhile I stood there, mere inches away, watching him. When he was done, he pulled me back under the spray and soaped me up as well. My eyes wide, I looked back at him to see if he was messing with me. But his face remained neutral. And by neutral I mean with that permanent scowl on his face. Weirded out, I cleared my throat and tried to speak. "Uhhh, Coach?" "Quiet." He said. Dismissing me. He just continued lathering me and cleaning me like this was all normal. He was surprisingly gentle, especially when he cleaned my hole. Which was severely swollen and red, the soap suds stung a bit. He pulled me back towards his body. So my back was pressed against his muscular chest. Again, so fucking weird. What is up with him? He positioned us under the shower to rinse us both. Which was incredibly nice. I felt myself leaning back to him as his hands wiped the soap away from my body. I didn't even realize I closed my eyes, thoroughly relaxed as Coach held me under the spray. That is, until I started feeling something hot streaming down my lower back to my legs. When I realized what it was, I turned around in shock. "Are you peeing on me?!" I looked down at his dick, sure enough there was a light yellow stream mixing with the water from the shower. "You're fucking disgusting." He chuckled low on his throat, then walked back towards his office. Leaving me gaping at him. I stayed under the shower for another couple of minutes. Cleaning myself yet again and stretching the muscles that were strained from the earlier "exercise". When I got dressed and ready to go home, I passed by his office. "I'm going home." I said. He was freshly showered and wearing a nice shirt. Probably because of his date with his girlfriend. Which I'm still so confused about. I regarded him as he tidied up his office, put his dirty clothes and other junk in his gym bag, and grabbed his car keys before coming up to me, all set to go. "I'll drop you off your house." He said, then started walking off towards the parking lot. The short drive was quiet, and not as tense as the previous time he drove me home. THAT was incredibly uncomfortable. This time there was an almost friendly air between us. Which made me think I might be going crazy because there's nothing friendly about this man at all. But it's true. I didn't have time to really think about what it meant because in just a few minutes, we were already at my house. So all I did was thank him for the ride and got out. I was already a couple of steps away from his car when suddenly I heard the window to my side pull down and he piped up. "Lucas, hold on a sec." he said, before he reached towards the backseat to grab his gym bag. He brought it towards the passenger seat, then rummaged around inside. I frowned, thinking what on earth is he doing... He seemed to have found what he was looking for because he looked up at me and handed over a small tube that looked like... an ointment. Medicine? Eyebrows furrowed, I looked back at him in question. "Use that for your..." he said, voice tuning out at the end. As if he was embarrassed to say it. I turned the tube in my hand to read what it said. Oh. It's an antiseptic ointment. For down there. So nothing gets infected. The kind that also had a numbing solution to ease pain. "Uhhh... thanks." I said meekly as I felt my face heating up in embarrassment. He just chuckled. "Don't be late on Monday." Then he pulled the window up and drove away. ~ A month later. *I'm horny. Send me a pic of that pussy. I chuckled and rolled my eyes as I saw the text. It's my fourth period, and I was listening to my history teacher drone on and on about the civil war when my phone vibrated in my pocket. Luckily I was seated at the back, so I can sneak my phone out for a few seconds to type a reply. *No. His reply came immediately. *What time is your lunch period? *12:30. *Come straight to my office. My lips curled up as I read Coach's last text. I didn't need to reply to him, because we both knew I'll be going there anyway. Ever since he got my phone number about a month ago, he's been bugging me with texts like these. I'll never forget the first time I got a message from him. I was studying late at night for a test, when suddenly my phone beeped. The message was from an unsaved number obviously, and it only said two words. *Hey fag. This may seem overdramatic, but I honestly got scared. I'm ashamed to admit that. I mean who wouldn't be? It was almost midnight and I was completely alone in the house since Mark had to stay overnight at the station. Then you get an ominous message from an unknown number like that? Tell me who wouldn't be scared. *Who the fuck are you? I replied, making it sound like I wasn't at all fazed when in reality I just ran to lock the front door. *Your new daddy. *Uhm, Mark? But it can't be because I know for a fact he didn't change his number. *Try again, baby. *Caleb? Right, it must be Caleb. *Nope. *Ryan? Okay, definitely Ryan. He's the only one who would do something like this. *Wow, how many daddies do you talk to that you can't guess who I am? *Look, this is not funny. Go bother someone else. Goodbye. I placed my phone on the nightstand and tried to focus on the physics lesson I was trying to study before I was interrupted. Several minutes passed and I thought whoever was texting me had finally moved on to bother someone else. But clearly I was wrong, because I got another message. *You been using the ointment I gave you? My heart started beating loudly in my chest. It can't be him... right? But another message came. *Can't wait to rape that pussy and make you scream again. *Coach??? I texted back, my mouth hanging open in shock. *Bingo. *But how did you get my number? *;) That's it. That's all he sent. I sent the same question again but he never replied to me that night. So now here I am. Walking through the hallways with hundreds of other kids. My history period had just ended and I'm on for lunch. But instead of heading straight to the cafeteria, I walked towards the gym. Specifically to someone's office. The gym was empty, which made me giddy because that means there would be no need to stay quiet when we... do it. When I reached his office I went straight inside. I found him on the new couch which he had gotten a couple of weeks ago because apparently, he couldn't "fuck me properly" in his desk chair. So he had to do some shopping. He sat there on the sofa, jerking off, while completely naked from head to toe, with a sheen of sweat covering his whole body. God, what a fucking delicious stud. "Have you been jerking off this whole time?" I asked. Considering how sweaty he was, and how swollen his cock looked as his hand glided up and down on it, I would say he's been at it for at least an hour. "Yes. I'm fucking horny so get naked and let me plug that cunt." He groused. I stood still, mesmerized at the image in front of me. Coach looked sexy as fuck with his meaty thighs spread open and his balls bouncing as his jerked himself off with long strokes. The squelching sounds echoing in the quiet office. Fuck, I didn't realize my cock was fully hard in my pants. I looked back up to see his face. Damn, he was deep in lust, his eyes glazed over and locked on me as he touched himself. I shivered as a bolt of pleasure spread throughout my body. I want him to ravage me. Destroy me. Hurt me. My mouth curled up, as an idea popped into my mind. I stepped back from where I was standing and shook my head. "Sorry, Coach. I can't help you out, I'm kinda hungry and I have to do this thing." I said innocently, before heading towards the door. I wasn't able to take three steps before I heard him growl in frustration and then rough hands were suddenly grabbing me back towards the sofa. "I ain't got patience for you, slut. I said I'm horny so I'm going to fuck that pussy whether you want it or not." The next thing I knew, I was face down ass up on the sofa, screaming in pain as Coach's hard cock slid inside me in one stroke. Fuck, it hurt. No matter how much I finger myself every morning, or how much lube I use on myself to prepare for these lunch period fucks, it's never enough and I still feel that burn as he plugs me with his monster cock. "Yeah scream for me," He huffed, while pistoning his cock in and out of my hole furiously. "Let everyone know how much of pain slut you are, begging for me to rape this pussy everyday." "Oh god, please stop." I gasped. Body shaking in part pain and part pleasure. He didn't stop, in fact he gained even more momentum. He sped up and increased the force of his every thrust, so strong that all I could do was squeeze my eyes shut as he knocked my body around. "I'm going to destroy this pussy. I'm going to fuck it until it's loose and sloppy with my cum." One thing about Coach is that he has extraordinary stamina. I would totally believe him if he said he can fuck like a machine for a whole hour without stopping to rest. A feat he was keen on proving to me right now. It's been half an hour. We were both sweating profusely, I could feel Coach's sweat dripping on my back. He literally didn't take any breaks fucking me, he just kept taking deep breaths the entire time, while huffing and groaning in pleasure every now and then. I couldn't take it anymore, I was trembling in too much pleasure that it felt like I could pass out. My cock has soaked the sofa cushions with the amount of precum I squirted. His cock started hitting my prostate in quick succession and the next thing I remember, I was howling in pure ecstasy as the wave of orgasm crashed upon me. With my hole clenching around his cock, Coach took less than a few seconds before he came as well. He gasped, then after a few more strokes, he lodged his thick cock deep inside me and shot a bucketful of cum in my hole. "Fuck! Take all my cum, bitch! Shit, shit, shit." He cried as his hands gripped my hips so hard I was sure they were going to bruise. He came for a long time, and he came a lot. When he pulled out, most of it leaked out since my hole was so battered it gaped open. I could literally feel it running down the back of my thighs. "Oh fuck, look at that loose cunt." Coach moaned. Even though I was still face down on the couch, I didn't need to turn around to know that he was staring intently at my gaping hole. The very hole that's continuously leaking his cum right now. Then several moments later I started to hear a weird clicking sound. Which seemed like the familiar shutter of a phone camera. Still stiff, I tried my best to wiggle my body so I could turn my head and see what he was up to. And what I saw made me chuckle. Coach was holding his phone and directing it towards my ass. "You're taking pictures of my hole?" He gave me that evil smirk and waggled his eyebrows. Then he kept taking pictures from different angles. "Yes. This is prime stuff, I can jerk off to this for months." Snickering, I said, "You really are fucked in the head." He snorted. "No shit. Now let's take one with my cock back in your hole." I didn't get to say anything else because his cock was already sliding back inside me.