Date: Fri, 15 Oct 2004 23:05:12 EDT
From: IfIWantU2@aol.com
Subject: I-Spy-Part-3

This story is a work of fiction intended only for adult readers.
The licensing of this story in no way affects its copyright, which
remains in the author's sole possession.  IfIWantU2@aol.com

PART THREE

Several weeks later, Eric found himself in another predicament.  After
Eric's steamy encounter with Andy, Coach Anson had been suspended by the
school board on unspecified grounds.  Only Alex Diego, Andy, Eric, and
Coach Anson knew the real reason - word had leaked out that school
employees and students were fucking in the men's locker room.  Coach Anson
was not expected to return to Southfield High, but Eric decided to stop by
the Coach's house to pay him a visit.

The Coach lived in a small ranch-style house on the far edge of town.
Friday night, after Eric's parents were asleep, Eric rode his bike out to
the Coach's house and hid it behind some bushes.  Eric didn't think Coach
Anson would agree to meet with him, but Eric wanted to take a shot.  Eric
felt bad about the Coach's situation and wanted to make sure the Coach
understood.

Eric crept around to the side of the house, to the room with the only light
on.  The small window was a couple feet above Eric's eye level, but he
stood on the air-conditioning unit and stared inside.  Eric saw a
bachelor's bedroom - a few pieces of furniture, a king-size bed with white
sheets, and a closet with athletic clothes stuffed in at all angles.  The
light came from a lamp next to the bed.  No one was in the bedroom.

Suddenly, Eric saw a naked woman walk into the bedroom from the adjoining
bathroom.  It was not the same woman Eric had seen in the locker room on
the day Coach Anson had fucked Alex Diego, but she was equally "stacked."
Her breasts were perky, smooth, and supple.  Her nipples were erect, and
her muff was shaved bare.  She strolled over to the bed, lay down on her
back, and opened her legs.  Her right-hand index and middle fingers gently
brushed past her cunt lips and began to play with her clitoris.  She closed
her eyes, continued stroking herself, and enjoyed the growing wetness while
her other hand playfully rubbed across her left breast.

Just then, Eric saw the Coach strut into the bedroom from the hallway.  He,
too, was fully naked.  His 8.5-by-6-inch "beer can" cock swayed between his
muscular thighs as he closed the bedroom door behind him.  As the Coach
turned to close the door, Eric could see his broad, muscular shoulders; his
rippling back, and his tight, muscular ass.  The Coach turned back around
and approached the bed.  He didn't say anything, but he lay down next to
the woman who was now on her side, facing the window Eric was staring
through.  Coach Anson snuggled up close behind her, inserted his thick
right middle finger into her dripping pussy, and began to play with her
clit.

As the Coach warmed her up, his other hand reached around from under her
body and massaged her left breast.  His mouth nuzzled her neck and nibbled
on her right ear.  He continued to fondle her moist pussy lips.  Minutes
later, Coach Anson abruptly turned the woman completely over on her stomach
and smeared her wetness all over his now stiff 8.5-inch cock.  Coach Anson
pulled her back by the shoulders until she was on her knees, her ass
perched waiting before his hardening cock head.

Coach Anson forced her back onto his cock in one swift push.  The woman's
head jolted back, and her eyes flashed.  She cried out loudly while her ass
slapped up against Coach Anson's muscular torso.  Coach Anson pushed her
forward at the hips, watching his prick slide out of her moist folds, and
then he pushed back into her...harder.  He held her there for a second and
then pushed her forward again.  Coach Anson quickened his pace.  He slapped
his thick, meaty cock back into her tight cunt.  His hands reached around
and fondled her breasts.  She began to back into him at her own speed while
he squeezed her tits.

Coach Anson quickly slid out from behind her.  He flipped her over onto her
back and lifted both her legs into the air.  While he held her legs
stationary, he slid his cock in between her pussy folds.  The woman's legs
were up around her head, and Coach Anson held them close to her face.
Coach Anson bucked harder and faster, using his weight to pin her down on
the bed.

She began to scream as her first orgasm hit.  She cried out to the Coach:
"Fuck me.  You know you want it.  Fuck me now."

Coach Anson's ass clenched and released with each stroke.  He pushed in
deeper each time; with each push, the woman growled with pleasure.  She
began to scratch her fingernails down the Coach's back, grabbing his ass
cheeks and drawing him in closer.  As he fucked her, he pushed her closer
and closer to the headboard.  After several minutes, her head was banging
against the headboard each time he drilled her.

She came hard a second time and dug her nails into Coach Anson's back.  The
Coach came quickly at the same time, removing his thick wet cock and
dropping his seed all over her firm tits.  Half a minute later, he slapped
her lightly across the chest, told her to get her things, and exited the
bedroom for the bathroom shower.  She waited in his bed for several minutes
before dressing and exiting the bedroom through the hallway door.

During this encounter, Eric had been whacking off just outside Coach
Anson's bedroom window.  Eric had come once and shot a huge load of jiz
onto the air-conditioning unit.  Eric's curiosity to see Coach Anson in the
shower overpowered him, and he crawled in the window to take a closer look.

...