My Daughter's Gymnastics Coach (Ch 3)

Chapter Three

I stopped asking questions about the locker room and kept all my concerns sealed deep inside for the reminder of the drive.

We drove home and went to bed.

The next day, my work took control of my mind. For several hours I forgot all about gymnastics and that perverted coach. It was not until that afternoon that I again began pondering the subject.

Normally in these situations I would consult with my wife (Karen) and together we would decide what to do next. But she was away on business. Two days earlier her company had sent her to Las Vegas for a conference.

I didn't want to bother her with a phone call, but I had to do something. I could call the cops, or complain to the principal, there were several options. But by the time four o'clock came, I concluded I would confront the man face to face.

What was his name? It was either 'Jones' or 'Johnson'.

I thought about calling the school's secretary's office and trying to catch him before he left, but I decided instead to catch him off guard. The two of us would have a serious discussion face-to-face.

I'm not huge, but I'm not small; six feet, 180 pounds. If the guy tried to physically intimidate me in any way I would knock him out. And when the cops showed up they would certainly sympathize with me once I told them about the locker room situation. I was in the right on this one.

The school was not far from my work. It only took ten minutes or so to drive there. Pulling into the parking lot, I was disappointed to see so few cars, and I worried that I had missed him.

I had attended the same school twenty years earlier. It really had not changed much, some remodeling here and there, some walls painted different colors, other than that it looked exactly the same.

Setting-foot on the school's main campus and then entering the central courtyard, I walked past the soda machines. Some kid had scribbled 'Fucky' with an arrow pointing to the place where you reached in to grab the bottle.

That kid will probably not be attending Harvard.

But graffiti was rare, it was a good school and relatively clean. And the parents were always involved, which is why I was so surprised this locker room situation had even arisen in the first place.

I only saw one student; fifteen yards away, wearing the school's standard blue skirt and white polo shirt. But just as I spotted her, she vanished around a corner. No other person could be seen in any direction.

I reminisced a bit, my Senior year of highschool was the only time in my life I was a stud at the top of the totem pole. The Marines, college, work, none of those came close to the studliness I wielded my Senior year.

Right there at that school, I had been the starting half-back, I was as tall as I am now, but with six-pack abs, I kicked ass. Perhaps not every girl in school wanted me, but many of them did.

It's all been downhill slow-poisoning suicide since then. But there is always good pornographic shit to watch and read on the Internet to jack off to.

By the way, my stories never mention character's ages, feel free to imagine my characters whichever age you deem appropriate.

Knowing exactly where the P.E. offices were, in that same hall on the north side of campus where they had always been, I headed in that direction.

When I reached the door to the hall I was relieved when I found it had not been locked. Opening the door, I glanced down the long dark hall and noticed only one door at the end had light coming from beneath it.

I walked down the end of the hall to the door; 'Coach Travis Johnson' was printed on it. The door had one of those up-and-down windows running along the side. When I looked in, I was quite shocked by what I saw.

There was the coach. He was seated in a chair with no pants on. But the really shocking part; kneeling before him was a white girl wearing nothing but tennis shoes and pink panties.

God I hope that's not Reagan!

It wasn't, her tits were too small. Wondering if I knew her, my focus shifted from her tits to her face. Her blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail so I could see her face clearly. Yes, I knew who she was, she was one of the cheerleaders. I knew her dad, we had known each other since school days, and I doubted he would appreciate the current situation she was in;

Her lips were sealed firmly around that big black cock in front of her.

Focusing on her cheeks, which were just then drawing in tightly as if sucking on a giant straw, I noticed her skin was pale and flawless without a trace of blemish.

Keeping the suction tight, her head rose a few inches until her mouth was wrapped firmly around the cock's head, and there she remained for several seconds, slurping and nursing-away like a hungry baby.

He allowed her to slurp freely for a moment, then he reached down to grasp her by the ponytail. With a firm grip on her hair he began guiding her face around like a joystick.

When he lifted her head too high, her lips slipped off. The big black monster snapped backwards against his stomach. It was then I realized just how big his dick was. Standing tall and proud and pointing straight upwards, the large chunk of cock-meat was enormous, the biggest dick I had ever seen.

Gently reaching out and gripping it again, she pulled it towards her mouth, and leaning in towards it, wrapped several inches of it around her lips. Once clamped down firmly, she began sucking again.

Her hands were as busy as her mouth was; always keeping one hand on those big balls, the other working his dick like a hand-job-giver at a truck stop.

Less than a minute of time had elapsed since I stuck my face up to the window, but he was getting ready to cum. His face spoke it blatantly.

Reaching out with both hands, he grabbed the sides of her blond head and forcefully held her in place as he started to cum.

A second later she was wincing squinting and gulping as his balls released their load of semen into her mouth. It went on for quite a while, at least ten seconds, then finally he let lose of her head and she sat up gasping for air.

But when my eyes shifted to the coach's face, in shock I realized he was staring right at me.