Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2021 15:23:51 -0400
From: NDog456 <ndog456nifty@gmail.com>
Subject: Pig Coach 4

This story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to persons living or
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This story contains elements of raunch. This may include piss, feet, musk,
fisting, etc. If you aren't into it, don't read this story.


Additional note: not everything listed above is in every chapter! It'll all
be there eventually though.


Additional additional note: there will more than likely never be scat of
any form in this story. Not my thing.


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LAST PART: "I love you son," he cooed.


"I love you too, Dad," I said back, smiling just a little.


I slid my cock across his body as I crawled on top of him, his larger frame
still slightly dwarfing my nearly fully grown one. I wrapped my legs around
him, holding him tight as we drifted off to sleep together.


-


My next time fucking Coach was just as ravenous as my time with Dad, but
also the exact opposite.


Once I knew Coach was heading back from his conference, I'm pretty sure the
texts I sent him could've gotten me landed on a watchlist for stalkers and
sexual deviants. After about three paragraphs describing just how horny I
was, he got back to me and asked me to be at his house butt naked and ready
to go by 6. I was there and ready at 5.


As I heard his keys in the door, I draped myself over the arm of his couch,
pushing my ass out on display for him. I heard the door open and a bag drop
before Coach whistled out slowly.


"There's that fuckin' boy," he said.


Before I could process it, Coach was on his knees, his face in my ass. He
started suckling my hole immediately, slobbering all over it and pecking it
with his lips. I groaned in pleasure as he licked my hole from bottom to
top, almost nibbling on my protruding ass lips as he did.


He grunted into my ass as he blew a raspberry, making me laugh at the
tickling sensation. He pulled away from my hole, tapping it roughly with
his palm.


"You know, kid, while I was at that conference I tried hooking up with some
people in the area. None of em' were as good as you," Coach said.


I could've laughed. Only Coach would go out and fuck men during a
work-related conference. But that's part of why I loved him. He was a
horndog through and through.


"Let me taste my ass," I said, standing up and turning to face him.


Coach grabbed my face, wasting no time ramming his tongue into my open
mouth. I did the same to him and we made out, slobbering like beasts and
grunting. He sucked my mouth hard, our mouths squelching. I broke away
after a moment, gasping for breath while he smirked.


"Come with me, I've got somethin' for ya'," he said, grabbing my hand.


I followed him, still holding his hand as we went down the narrow hall to
his bedroom.


He flipped the light, and I looked around his room. I'd been in there many
times before, but it was always in a slightly different state of disarray
every time I came over. This time, workout clothes were scattered across
the floor. A large bottle of lube sat right on his bedside table, as well
as a Fleshlight. On a shelf, his collection of dildos was slightly crooked,
not as well laid out as usual. Must've used some real quick before he left.


Coach dropped my hand and walked to his closet, rummaging a bit before
coming back to me with something in his hands behind his back. I stood in
his doorway, naked and rock hard. He grinned wide and pulled his thick arms
from behind his back, showing me what had made him so happy.


It was a penis pump. And a large one. Wide enough to accommodate Coach's
ridiculously thick hog, and with lots of room to grow.


"Oh hell yes!" I barked out excitedly, grinning as wide as Coach
was. "Those things are fuckin' awesome!"


"Damn right!" Coach said, setting it on the grey sheets of his king sized
bed. "Just you wait and see how damn big my cock gets in the thing. It's
almost scary.


As Coach climbed up onto his bed, spreading his meaty legs, I took a long
deep sniff of the room. It stank. Good. Those sweat-soaked gym clothes had
been sitting there for a week at the minimum, and I could tell.


I slung myself onto the bed next to him, watching him lube his thick junk
up for the pump. As I adjusted, I laid one leg of mine over his, sitting
hip to hip. Coach just grinned and slapped an arm around me, pulling me
closer. He squeezed tight as I leaned into his forceful hug.


Coach turned the pump on as he positioned his cockhead to the
entrance. "Watch how this thing sucks me in," he said with a hint of humor.


Coach slowly slid his cock into the oversized electrical pump first,
grunting as the sensitive tip of his girthy member pushed through the
suction entrance. The pump whirred as it worked, loudly but not overly so
humming as it sucked hard. I watched his thick arm muscle flex as his balls
began slipping in. He groaned as it went to work, the pump pulsing on his
erect cock.


"Goddamn, dude!" I said in surprise. His penis already looked more erect
than ever, forced to stand at full-fledged length inside the tube. His
not-too-loose, not-too-firm balls sucked up around the length of his meat
as the pump did its job.


"Just wait for the next 30 minutes. It's gonna be insane," Coach said with
a knowing smirk. I licked my lips in anticipation and stroked his thick,
hairy, thigh.


Five minutes passed.


His cock was definitely noticeably longer now. A good inch or so. And those
balls just keeped seeming to get sucked in further. Coach groaned as he
adjusted, letting the suction loosen a little on his stiffy. I bit my lip
and watched, my own cock throbbing as his lubed up junk slurped inside the
chamber.


Ten minutes passed.


Now it was really getting good. His cock was obviously stiffened by quite a
bit, expanding out into the tank. Coach was getting hornier too, watching
his own junk grow. I always found that so sexy. How him just admiring his
own body could get him worked up. He turned to me, grinning as I saw sweat
forming on his hairline.


"Feels fucking great boy, you need to try this some time."


"Oh I will," I chimed back as I stroked my cock slowly.


Twenty minutes passed.


My god. Coach was really grinning now, that sweat building up stronger as
he got more horned up. He lifted his armpit, sniffing his stanking pit as
his man meat got pumped into hole destroying shape. There were several
extra inches on now, and his cock was getting impossibly thick.


I pressed into his armpit, getting a good sniff and lick, making him
groan. "Atta boy, get a taste of Coach."


I did just that, sucking his armpit hair. He was so sweaty and musky I
could've shivered. My cock was twitching like crazy, precum oozing just
from the close contact of his pit stink and the ambient smell of his room.


Thirty minutes passed.


I pulled away from Coach's armpit, finally, his stank firmly soaked all in
my face. The sight of the cock pump nearly made me gasp.


It was ballooned up in there, and Coach was flushed red from a mix of
excitement and pleasure. He turned to me, mouth open in an almost pant. He
was ridiculously horny.


"Your ass is grass, kid. Now watch this shit," he said, looking back to the
pump.


I followed his gaze, grinning in excitement thinking about him wrecking my
ass with that. He released all the pressure, groaning as he slowly slid his
agitated and sucked-massive shlong out of the lube-glazed tube.


I gawked at Coach's cock and balls as they slid slowly out of the
pump. Seeing them out of it made them somehow seem even bigger.

"Fuckin' hell..." I murmered.


Coach just grinned. "I told ya, kid. It's almost scary!"


It was somehow even wider now, easily dwarfing even Coach's large fist. And
his already slightly above average length was now at least nine inches, if
not more. He was quite literally horse hung. It pulsed with anger, pinker
than usual with protruding veins.


And his nutsack. Dear god. It was swollen, fat, and shiny with lube. His
normally overinflated bull nuts were like big cushiony balloons from which
his massive penis rose. They too were flushed from the suction, milked to
agitation and swelling.


"Now get your mouth on there and try and it get it down!" he playfully
barked, grabbing my head and shoving me.


He didn't have to tell me twice! I slid my mouth over the sensitive head of
Coach's pumped cock, rolling my tongue across it as much as I could. There
was no way this could fit in my jaw! I loosened up as much as I could,
bouncing my head on his cock, trying to lower it in even if a little teeth
rubbing happened.


I got a few inches in before gagging, trying to slide off his cock with
teeth rubbing against the skin, making Coach groan in a painful pleasure.


"Watch it, boy," he said semi-seriously. "And who said you could quit?"


Before I could respond, telling him it wasn't gonna fit, Coach grabbed me
by the hair again, leading me down to his cock. I just rolled my eyes and
began licking up and down the length, spitting up as much as I could over
the obscene pole of cockmeat. I rolled my tongue around the length,
flicking the tip of it near his member's.


Coach groaned in pleasure, almost bucking into my face. "Brady, once I get
at that hole you better pray to something because there's no way in hell
you could hold me back."


I kept lapping at his cock, spitting all on it. It was warmer than usual, a
sign of its recent pumping. He twitched slightly with each rotation of my
tongue tip at the bottom of his head. I took the fat tip in my mouth and
sucked slightly. Coach groaned as I tightened my suck, more of his cock
gingerly slipping into my willing mouth.


I grunted in approval of his groans as I started sliding more of his pumped
up sausage down my mouth. It felt warm and bloated, and I could feel his
large vein as I slid a couple more inches in, my jaw swung wide.


Coach rested his large palms on the back of my head as I slid more in and
then out, guiding me as I stretched my mouth open as wide as I could to
accommodate. His thick cock that was already a challenge to take well was
now a goliath sized enigma to take at all.


I slobbered as I sucked, doing my best to coat the already slippery dick
with my thick spittle. I knew how much Coach loved some sloppy head, so I
was trying to give just that. Coach groaned as I pulled off his dick,
gasping for air with a bridge of spit connecting my lips and his fuckpole.


I breathed deeply for air, once again noticing the stink of not only the
room, but Coach. It was a sweaty stink moreso than a grimy one, and Coach's
thick arms now propped behind his head were really letting that pit smell
air out into the already smelling room.


"Slide up on it, Brady. I wanna see how you stack up."


I did as he asked, our legs face oppositely as I positioned my hard shaft
against his. And as I locked into the place the difference was clear as
day.


My cock wasn't small by any means, let me say that right now. But Coach's
cock? It made me look like a prepubescent dweeb.


"Yeahhhh, that's what I thought," Coach said with a clear smirk. "That's
too cute."


Coach sat up and reached forward, squeezing my cock against his. He
couldn't fit his large fist around our two members, but he could still get
a little in. He stroked, groaning as our cocks rubbed closely. I moaned as
the head of my dick slowly slid along the shaft of his engorged
fuckstick. Coach smirked and stroked faster, humping against my length.


I just grunted, gripping the sheets and grinning as I started humping
too. We slid against each other's members, our heavy asses lifting and
planting on his sheets. Coach's breath was heavy, and his mouth was open
and in a grin. Like a big dumb dog. But sexy.


We pulled back from each other, both our dicks oozing precum. I was getting
sweaty with a mix of anticipation and a slightly too high AC. Coach was
too, his big sexy chest coated in a layer of shine. Coach grinned with
teeth as he leaned forward, gripping me and guiding me onto my hands and
knees. I loved how forceful he got when he wanted me to do something.


I got on my hands and knees, dropping my front just a little and poking my
ass out. Needing no instruction, Coach leaned in, planting his lips on my
worn out hole, sucking it hard. He flicked his tongue around the rim,
sucking at my asshole in between slowly sweating cheeks. I moaned as he
kept at it, rolling his fat tongue across the length of my willing ass
before plunging in.


Coach ate my ass for a while, occasionally grunting or groaning in
pleasure. He kept his large, sweating hands planted on my firm ass,
spreading those thick cheeks to get the easiest access to my asshole. I
pressed out, squeezing out a rumbling fart into his mouth as he sucked,
causing him to groan in approval.


"Oh you nasty fuckin' punk... You'll pay for that one," he said somewhat
jokingly. I just grinned and grunted, audibly letting him know I was doing
it again. I squeezed out an even louder one this time, Coach groaning as he
sucked it in to his mouth, my hole feeling suctioned inside his wet cavern.


Whatever his idea of a punishment was, I wanted it. Dad was a nasty pig,
don't get me wrong. But Coach was always just so much more... beastly in
bed. And I was craving some of that intensity after he had been gone so
long.


Coach pulled back and dove in nose first, sniffing and licking my busted up
hole at the same time.


"Manpussy smells ripe for fuckin', boy," Coach said seductively.


He went like that over and over, sniffing and licking my loosened wet cunt
like it was his life source. But after some time, I felt a pause in time
where a wet tongue wasn't mashing into my guts for several seconds. I
turned around to see what was happening, my cock twitching in
anticipation. Coach was still behind me, but now he was stroking his cock,
squeezing a thick glob of lube on his still oversized, pumped up pecker. It
was a little less red now, but no less beautifully puffed up. The sight of
it alone could make my mouth and hole drool.


"Come get in me, Coach!" I said halfway between a playful bark and a plea
as I wiggled my ass.


Coach didn't take more than a second to do just that. In just one quick
push, Coach slid into my loosened hole, his massive cock stretching me wide
with just the head.


I moaned in pleasure, the undertone of a scream there as he pressed in
more. My hole may have been loosened the last several months, but it wasn't
a total rubber band yet.


Coach pressed in quickly, his lubed up dong sliding deep into me with
relative ease. Coach grinned in approval and swatted my ass.


"God that hole is shaping up to be a real cock swallower," Coach cooed in a
praising tone. "Good boy!"


Before I could respond, he started thrusting, just a few inches of his cock
sliding in and out at a time. It was already faster than I was used to, his
hips swinging with intention as his sweaty, meaty hands gripped my nude
waist.


"Fuck yes!" I yelped as Coach rammed in quickly, my ass clenching around
him. It felt just right in me, almost enough to make me constantly groan
but not so much I felt overwhelmed.


But that sense of ease was not going to last long. Coach picked up his
speed in response to my moan, his mouth hinting at a grunt as he started
going in and out of my ass harder and faster, a quiet slap of skin
accenting his cock jabbing into my guts.


He picked up the tempo, moving more consistently now. I groaned and gripped
the bed, my lips and legs almost trembling as the size of Coach's pumped up
dick really set in. It was fine just sitting in me, but pumping in and out?
I could feel my body resisting it just a little, but the more he thrusted
the more my asshole couldn't help but spread open for him.


Suddenly, I felt Coach move one hand from my hips to my shoulder, gripping
that for leverage as he really dug into my ass. He moaned again, his sweaty
tree trunk thighs rubbing me each time he slammed himself in and pressed.


He gripped me tight as he only got faster, his cock now slamming in and
out. The sounds of the base of his crotch smacking against my thick ass
clapped on beat. I groaned and gripped his gray sheets tighter, drool
leaking down the corner my mouth now. I was somewhere between heaven and
hell as he pummeled away.


And as we went on, he only got harder and harder. He took his sweaty hand
from my shoulder, grabbing back at my waist and squeezing tighter than ever
as he growled and dug in deep, rapidly pumping just a couple inches of
pumped up cock in and out of my lube-drooling pussy over and over. I cried
out in pleasure, my ass feeling like it was about to burst apart at this
point.


I couldn't hold in my frantic groans of pleasure as he bashed me apart. He
was going ballistic on my hole, jackhammering it with his bloated bull
meat, slapping my ass every so often.


"Unggghhhhhh fuck meeeee," I whined, my cock twitching and seizing
alongside my hole as Coach yanked his meat from base to tip and back in.


Coach growled animalistically, almost like a dog, as he fucked me
vigorously. His giant pumped up balls slammed against me as he did, my
screams of pleasure accented by the slap of his skin against mine. I could
feel everything deep in my guts and my prostate, my cock throbbing deep
with each thrust of his weight against me.


I felt my ass protesting around his cock, knowing that my lips were pulling
tight around him. Dad was gonna be in for a surprise when I got
home. Fucking hell! Coach and I had had some rough sex but I was getting
treated like some inflatable doll right now! And I fucking LOVED it.


Coach bared his weight on to me, pressing up into me and leaning into the
back of my head.


"Now I'm gonna finish up in you, and when I do, you better fuckin' hold
that cum in. Don't you dare let any out until I tell you too," Coach
growled authoritatively.


"Y-yes sir!" I stammered out as I did my best not to cum right there.


"Good boy, Brady. Now grab those fuckin' sheets."


Coach started fucking me with a fury only matched by a rabid animal. He
gripped my neck as he did, his large meaty hands pressing tight against me
as he slammed almost from base to tip at full force and full speed for what
felt like minutes, letting out these low howls of pleasure as he did.


I whined and moaned in pleasure as he cunted me, every inch of that pumped
fuckstick ramming my ass apart. A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead,
drool dripping off my tongue.


"Fuck... fuck... fuuuuckkkk," Coach barked as he pulverized me, his big fat
cock mashing in my slippery sloppy hole.


Finally, after what felt like hours of excruciating bliss, Coach slammed in
one last time, really digging in on my neck as he came, roaring.


"FUCCCKKKKKK!" he belted out while I moaned. Glob after glob of piping hot
semen shot out of his pumped cock and into my ass. I clenched around him,
milking that monster.


Coach let go of my neck, causing me to inhale sharply as he slid his cock
out, my asshole immediately clenching and gasping for air. Coach swatted my
ass hard before spanking my hole lightly over and over.


"Keep it innnnn," he cooed as I clenched as hard as I could with my sore
and fucked-loose manpussy.


Coach kneeled down behind me, my arms and legs still slightly trembling as
he pressed his mouth on to my wet hole.


"Push it out for me," he whispered into my hole, his cheek rubbing my ass.


I grunted and pushed. All that air that was pushed into my now cavernous
cunt by Coach's overzealous fucking slammed back out, my ass slapping
against itself loud enough to cut the air.


Coach whooped in pleasure and slurped on my hole as I felt his warm goo not
just ooze but shoot out of my open ass like water out a hose. It was a big
load that matched my big hole.


Coach sucked for a moment more, my whole ass so irritated from his
aggressive fuck I could barely process the pleasure. Eventually he pulled
away, tapping my hole with his palm before getting up off his knees. He
grabbed me by my waist turning me over so I faced the sky, my knees bending
at the end of the bed.


He leaned over me. "Open your mouth," he said with his lips pulled to the
side, clearly full.


I grinned and obliged. Coach leaned in further over me and spit, his fat
glob of semen he had shot out dripping into my mouth. He hung over, letting
the strand break before pulling back and wiping his wet lips and grinning.


"Mmmf, fuck I taste good," he said.


I prepared to swallow before Coach interjected.


"Ah ah, savor it," he said firmly. "Swish it around."


I did as he said as he leaned in. I swished the seed from one side of my
mouth to the other, coating my teeth and my whole mouth, his thick gooey
cum coating my mouth. It was salty and in a way, almost savory.


"Open up," he said, grinning almost menacingly.


I opened my jaw, rolling my tongue out as I continued to catch my breath. A
small glob of the cum slid off my tongue, but I quickly slurped it back in.


"Goooood boy," he cooed. "Now gargle for me."


Sliding the semen into my throat, I gargled, his cum churning in my
throat. It was warm and chunky, gooey and wet. All I could taste in my
mouth was Coach's seed, my tongue and teeth coated in his fat wad.


Coach leaned back in, climbing over top of me before sliding his hand
behind my sweaty back. His cum and lube coated junk swang limp from his
waist. His cock was pumped so large that even soft, his cock and balls
grazed my skin as he hovered over me.


The room stank so harshly of sweat and mansex. And with the musky scent and
taste of Coach's seed in my mouth and throat, my brain was almost
overwhelmed with hormones.


Coach leaned in, kissing me. I slid some of the semen back in his mouth,
his groan letting me know he approved. I slid my tongue in Coach's mouth,
letting him suck it tight. Our lips mashed as we made out furiously.


Eventually Coach broke the kiss and rolled over, laying at my side. I felt
him reach over and grab my hand, squeezing it tight as my hole quivered and
leaked even more small drops of jizz and lube.


"How you holdin' up, Brady?" Coach asked, still flushed and breathing
heavy.


"Good, somehow," I said before we both chuckled.


Coach idly stroked his cock, that monstrous dong already standing back at
attention, a vein poking out. He looked over at me.


"Round two?"


I just grinned. "Only if you let me suck you off when I'm done."


Coach grinned right back. "Atta boy!"


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And that's it for this one! Again, took longer than I expected, but it's
out now! I hope those who mentioned wanting more action with Coach got
something out of this one! Next chapter will bring the three back together,
so don't worry. It's only getting more perverted and raunchy from here, so
keep an eye out for more!


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Southern Values in incest and urination
Nasty Redneck Dad in incest
Brad the Busdriver in adult-youth
Fucking My Science Teacher in adult-youth


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