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Bad Coach Part 2
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Bad Coach Part 2
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Бренд: Young and cruel
Уникальный код: W-921
Mixed wrestling, 160 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), completely CFNM, no blood.
Continued from Gallery 880
With hindsight, it was never a good idea for the High School to appoint the ageing wrestling coach, Bill, to instruct 18-year-old girls in wrestling, even for 5 minutes. If it had been French or Geography, fair enough, even football; but wrestling ought to have been taboo. Still, it was one of those tiresome “progressive” places that preached equality and forgot about common sense, so Bill had to coach 4 nubile young women until their proper coach, Miss Thompson, arrived.
When Bill chose to demonstrate moves and holds on the most “forward” of the girls, Jenna, she had unexpectedly got the better of him. In the ensuing grappling, he had touched her breasts. He maintained it was an accident; they claimed it wasn’t. The truth is, he was the only one who really knew, and it was 50-50 whether he was telling the truth.
The girls made him continue the fight and go naked, otherwise they would inform Miss Thompson. They were happily filming it when that woman arrived. Bill, lying supine, having been bested by Jenna, was terrified that it would mean the end of his career. He struggled to get up and leave, but Jenna put him in a sleeper from behind before he could get up off his backside.
“What’s going on here?” demanded Miss Thompson, entering the ring.
Bill, like all the male teachers and the older boys, was in awe of her. She was one of those young women who is slight of build, but who seems to have the breasts of a larger woman. She had striking blonde hair but chose to wrestle in a dark semi-transparent leotard for contrast. And now Bill was looking up at her, trying not to stare at her fabulous curves and prominent nipples.
Jenna, still trapping Bill in the sleeper, told her the story. She was outraged and went to phone the vice principal to bring her over, asking Jenna to keep her hold of Bill.
Jenna must have been distracted by the conversation, because Bill sensed an opportunity and – showing he was still a bit of a wrestler after all – somersaulted to kick her off him. His foot landed painfully in her stomach, and she tumbled away from him. But she gamely turned the tumble into her own somersault, so she was underneath Bill in the ‘69’ position as he completed his. She snapped her legs shut around his head, dragging it down to the mat and went to work, squeezing his balls.
The young woman’s hand on his balls, her fingers probing and pinching, was alternately agonising and pleasurable for Bill and he soon had a full erection. Jenna relaxed the head scissor but kept him unable to move merely by the threatened torture on his balls. If she wished, she could ruin him. He knew it, and was tethered to the spot by her five slender fingers with red polished nails. The other girls thought it was great entertainment.
Miss Thompson returned when Jenna had put him in another position, lying on her side and facing him, while still persecuting the squatting man’s balls. That would be all for now, said Miss Thompson, and she would take over. But Jenna seemed reluctant to give up her prize, and the two women fiddled and probed for a while before Jenna retired, hurt but victorious.
As for Bill, Miss Thompson said he might as well be comfortable and lie on his back while they waited the 20 minutes or so for the vice principal to arrive. She sat beside him, shoved her smart red shoes in his face, and continued where Jenna had left off, namely on his balls. (Having observed Jenna’s skills with them, she was keen to show the girls that she was the experienced one around there, and really knew how to handle them. The gasps and whimpers from Bill would prove her right.)
Miss Thompson smiled as she enjoyed herself with her victim. She had a very pretty face, and put it on one side slightly, seeming to question the various sounds Bill was making while her hand went about its devilish work.
She had more experience of men than most women with the prefix “Mrs”, and she wanted a better look at her handiwork. So she climbed on him in a reverse head scissor (a fairly loose one because, like Jenna, she didn’t have to do much wrestling when she controlled his balls) and looked down with interest at his raging erection. Just to tease him a little bit more, she pushed her breast against his stomach, too.
She smiled. She cupped his balls, sometimes giving Bill immense pleasure; at others, reminding him that he was there to be punished. Then she abruptly sat up on his face hauling him up by his balls to arch his back. Becoming rather stimulated by what she was doing, she told the girls they could go and get changed if they wanted before the vice principal arrived. But they preferred to stay – of course they did!
She had Bill in an extremely painful position, leaving to one side what she was doing to his balls for the moment. His large body was bent upwards while he “lay” on his shins, with his legs doubled over. Just to make doubly sure he wouldn’t go anywhere, she knelt on his arms, which enabled her to continue her torment on his manhood. It was like some weird, elaborate, semi-erotic pin.
At last, Miss Thompson let Bill drop down more comfortably onto his back, and resumed a more conventional reverse head scissor. She pushed her bottom very close to his face, and he had both hands on her tempting buttocks. At the same time, still smiling, she lowered her head.
“It’s impossible to see from this angle,” whispered one of the girls to her neighbour, “but she’s not using her mouth on him, is she?
“Of course she is!” the other girl answered. “I’ve heard she’s a dirty bitch when she gets the chance.”
“Aren’t we all? Do you reckon she’s any good at it?”
“Of course she is!” the girl repeated. “Look at Bill’s face!”
“She needs to go easy on him,” the other sniggered, “he’s getting on a bit, she could give him a stroke at this rate.”
“I think she’s going to give him several,” the neighbour laughed.
“Ssshhh!” hissed Jenna, who aspired to be the class’s good girl.
To their disappointment, Miss Thompson moved up, but continued the manipulation, indisputably with her hand only. She rolled over a little, so they were half on their sides. Bill “held on” so that his left hand clasped her slender waist while his right hand hovered over her upper right thigh and buttock.
The girls’ disappointment was dispelled when she shifted so that her sex was fast against Bill’s face.
“Go to work, coach!” one of them called out, to be met with a frown from Jenna. (In truth, he couldn’t do much while he was shouting with pain with what Miss Thompson was doing to his balls.)
She shifted again so they were fully on their sides. Like Jenna earlier, she was totally in control, thanks to the palm of her small hand and five slim fingers, topped with glossy purple nails. Bill had to move with her, because she always led the dance, in a manner of speaking. When occasionally she did ease off a little, he did indeed go to work, as the naughty girl had suggested, hoping to distract Miss Thompson into ceasing her torture.
Unfortunately for him and the spectators, that ruse didn’t work, because she lowered him so that she head scissored him just above her knees. For the first time, he felt the full strength of her shapely yet deceptively powerful legs. Previously she had only lightly scissored him, almost as a token, while the real effort went into ball torment. Now, she wanted to remind the girls what a formidable wrestler she was in her own right – she was their coach after all.
On the other hand (or, if you prefer, in the same hand), she wanted to continue her “task”. So, with her legs crossed in a ladylike way behind Bill’s neck, she did what women always claim they do well: she multitasked, scissoring while ball-tormenting.
Meanwhile, she had rolled so far that he was now lying partly above her, though it’s doubtful whether either of them noticed. He was preoccupied with trying to breathe and survive the maddening pain in his manhood; she was frowning with concentration at the effects of her hand, like a student in front of an exam paper. At the same time, she kept a hold of his near arm by the wrist, just in case.
Miss Thompson’s smile returned as she completed, by degrees, a 180-degree roll, so that Bill was now directly above her on his back. She kept the scissor going, while holding on to him by his balls, so that he had to support the two of them by arching his back. It was a novel style of backbreaker.
The girls cheered when she sat on his face again, this time looking towards him, while reaching behind for his balls. She got hold of his head and pulled it hard against her sex. He raised his eyes and saw her breasts swinging slightly, as his efforts were making her breathe heavily. Her nipples looked so hard with desire that he thought they were going to poke their way through the translucent leotard. It intensified his arousal in turn.
Her hand moved from his balls to his cock, moving up and down with the speed of machinery. The girls shouted their encouragement. Bill started to sigh. He groaned as her strong little hand powered its way towards his total collapse. He shuddered into an explosive orgasm.
Miss Thompson waited for each spasm to subside, then posed over the man she had “defeated”.
“The vice principal will be here in a minute,” the chatty girl whispered to her neighbour. “I imagine she’ll need to get the principal to make a ruling now.”
“At this rate, they’ll end up getting the Pope over here,” her friend replied.
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