Big Red - Innocent High - Teamskeet

Coach Cummings was an absolute asshole. He didn't think I had what it took to make the cut for the football team, which is why I decided to put him in his place. As he lay there writhing in pain on the ground, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

I leaned down and whispered into his ear, "How does it feel, Coach? Think you can still be such a cocky prick now that I've taken you down a notch?

He groaned in response, unable to form any coherent words as the pain coursed through his body. His eyes widened when he saw me reaching towards my bag, knowing full well what I was about to do next.

Before he could protest, I pulled out a large, black dildo and smeared some of the lube I had on it across his lips. "Open wide, coach," I commanded him, her eyes glinting with mischief.

With a hesitant nod, he parted his lips, revealing his quivering tongue. Slowly but surely, I lowered the thick, veiny dildo onto his tongue, savoring the look of shock on his face.

As he gagged around it, I began to move it in and out of his mouth, not stopping until he was drowning in uncontrollable orgasms. His moans echoed around us, serving as a well-deserved punishment for all the times he had made fun of me behind my back.

Finally, I pulled the dildo out of his mouth, leaving a string of saliva connecting us. He lay there, panting heavily, unable to believe what had just happened.

You're not so tough now, huh, Coach?" I said with a smirk, standing over him triumphantly.

From that day on, Coach Cummings knew not to underestimate me again. As for our relationship, well, let's just say that our practices became much more intimate than they ever could've been before.