Baseball Team Rapes Teacher
Part 3: Discovered
by Conor
"Well hello, Mr. Flanagan," Coach Jackson said as he walked toward the threesome. "Hello boys."
"Hey Coach," said Kevin, his still-hard cock dripping cum onto the floor. "We got him nice and loose for you."
"I can see that," said the Coach. "It looks like everything you said was true." Coach Jackson chuckled as he looked at Mr. Flanagan's body -- his face, hair, and ass were covered in cum, and it looked as if he was lying in a pool of his own juices.
Mr. Flanagan did not know what to do. His worst nightmare had come true -- he had been discovered. He looked at Coach Jackson and wondered what his plan was. He could see that the Coach's sweatpants were getting tighter in the crotch area. Oh God, Mr. Flanagan thought, I don't want this. It was one thing to take it from hot high school jocks that he lusted after, but he did not want to lay down for any middle-aged man that wanted a piece.
By now, Brian had pulled his soft cock out of the teacher's hole and was getting dressed. "I've gotta get out of here," the football stud said as he got dressed. "You coming Kev?"
Kevin looked at his coach, and then at Mr. Flanagan. "No, I think I'm gonna stick around for a while," he said as he slowly stroked his soft cock, which was still over 6 inches long. "Is that okay with you, Coach?"
"Sounds good to me," said the Coach as Brian grabbed his bag and went out the door. "Now Mr. Flanagan," he continued, "I pegged you for a fag the very first time I met you. But still, at first I had a hard time believing what Kevin told me about you. How did it feel to be gang-banged by five of my best players?"
Mr. Flanagan, who was still sitting naked on his desk, said nothing.
Coach Jackson reached down and rubbed his hard cock through his sweats. "Well, I think it's time for you to get on your knees and worship a cock that doesn't belong to a kid." As he said this, the Coach pulled the waistband of his sweatpants down revealing a gray jock strap. The head of his fat 9-inch cock was sticking out the bottom of the jock, leaking precum onto his thigh.
"Come on, Mr. Flanagan," Kevin prodded. "You heard what he said."
"No."
"What was that?" asked Kevin.
"No," Mr. Flanagan repeated. "I won't do it."
The now-angry Coach Jackson walked over to Mr. Flanagan and, without warning, brought his arm up and struck the teacher on the side of the head, knocking him off the desk and onto the floor. His hard rod was still throbbing as he yelled, "You'll suck the dicks of these teenagers, but not mine? I don't think so, faggot! You'll do it, and you'll like it."
The stunned teacher did not know what to think. He was afraid of the Coach, and despite his defiance just a moment ago, he was afraid of Kevin's threat to turn him in. He had no choice. He got up on his knees and licked the head of Coach Jackson's fat, veiny erection.
The Coach smiled. "Now that's better, Mr. Flanagan. You might as well make this easy on yourself." Coach Jackson began to moan as Mr. Flanagan sucked his cock deep down his throat. The Coach slammed his dick into his co-worker's face, thrusting until his hairy balls slapped into his cocksucker's chin. As he did so, he pulled off his sweatshirt, revealing his muscular, hairy chest. He rubbed his hands through the fur and pinched each of his own hard nipples.
Coach Jackson looked at Kevin and saw that his cock had grown to its full foot-long glory. "Kevin," the Coach said, "it looks to me like you need a place to put that huge thing. Let's see if we can work something out." The Coach pulled Mr. Flanagan's head off of his cock and pushed it down toward the floor. "How about doggie style, Flanagan?" Once again, the teacher said nothing, but his erect cock proved that he was not entirely unwilling. He got on his hands and knees and prepared himself for this latest assault on his body.
Coach Jackson stroked the length of his erection and then lined his cockhead up with Mr. Flanagan's juicy hole. He pushed the head in slowly, and as he felt little resistance (thanks to Brian's earlier efforts) he slammed his cock in to the root. The Coach left his cock buried deep in the teacher for a few moments, enjoying the warmth of his ass. Then he slowly pulled out, until just the head was still inside Mr. Flanagan's anus, and then slammed it all the way back in. He repeated this over and over as he groaned loudly.
Mr. Flanagan, on his hands and knees on the floor, cringed as this beefy coach slammed into him. Kevin walked over to the teacher, his foot-long cock waving in the air, and said, "You ready for more, Flanagan?" Kevin slapped the teacher's head with his rock-hard cock a few times, dripping precum all over Mr. Flanagan's face. Then Kevin grabbed the back of Mr. Flanagan's head and thrust his cock into his mouth. Mr. Flanagan slowly engulfed the entire rod down his throat, until the young jock's pubes were tickling his nose. He felt degraded and cheap, but yet his cock remained hard as a rock. He came to the realization that, maybe, this was his purpose in life -- to service cock. After all, it's what he did best.
But there was no time to think about such things now. Suddenly, Mr. Flanagan felt Coach Jackson begin to unload his seed up his ruined ass. The Coach yelled out in ecstasy. "Take that, you faggot teacher!" His cum quickly filled up Mr. Flanagan's ass and began to drip out onto the floor.
Meanwhile Kevin continued to thrust his big pole in and out of his teacher's mouth. Soon he felt a tingling in his big lemon-sized balls, and his cum began the long trip through his hard cock. Kevin thrust as deep as he could into Mr. Flanagan's mouth and shot his huge load down his throat.
Mr. Flanagan felt the cum dripping from both ends of his body, and knew it was his time. He grabbed onto his rock-hard 7-inch cock and stroked it vigorously. After just a few seconds, he added his load to the pool of cum that had already gathered on the floor.
"See," said Kevin as he was getting dressed, "I told you he liked it, Coach."
Coach Jackson's big cock was still dripping cum as he pulled on his jockstrap and sweatpants. "I guess I was right about you all along, huh Flanagan?" he said as he laughed at the naked, cum-covered teacher laying on the floor. "A cock-sucking little faggot!" Without warning, the Coach kicked Mr. Flanagan hard in the ribs, and he and Kevin started to walk towards the door.
Mr. Flanagan fell to the floor in pain. "What the fuck was that for?" he yelled at Coach Jackson.
The Coach turned around and said, "Next time I tell you to suck my cock, you do it without any questions. Okay?"
"There won't be a next time," said Mr. Flanagan, quietly.
The Coach laughed and said, "We'll see." Then he turned and walked out the door.
to be continued...
=============================== Sorry it took me so long to get this out -- I hope you all think it was worth the wait. If you have any comments, questions, or suggestions for future segments, email me at conor500@yahoo.com. Thanks!