For now...

Finally, she releases you, your face getting pulled up by the tongue in her asshole until it slides out with a pop. You pant heavily, sucking for air while Coach Preda looks down at you with a satisfied smile. She must have taken off her top while you were under her, as she is standing in front of you wearing nothing but her bra. You glance down to see what you've done to her ass; a thin trail of juices runs down her ass crack onto the gym floor.

You look at your own torso, and see you and the floor around you are drenched in cum. You must have done it twice or three times, but your boner was still standing strong.

"Okay class," the coach announces loudly. "Do you think John has atoned for his crime?"

A chorus of agreement fills the gym. "He certainly has," someone yells from the crowd.

The class cheers and claps their hands.

"Doe, stand up."

You comply reluctantly. Your muscles feel weak from being pressed down on the floor so long and your head spins a little from breathing air after being trapped under Coach Preda's ass.

"What do you say to the class, John? What do you say to me?" she asks playfully, running her fingers through your hair and grabbing the base of scalp with a tight grip. Her other hand reaches up and cups one of your balls, squeezing them gently with just enough pressure to be uncomfortable. You shudder involuntarily as she squeezes them, causing another stream of pre-cum to run out of your dick and down onto the floor.

"Uh... thank you coach," you murmur meekly, staring up at the ceiling while her hands roam freely over your body. It's almost more than you can handle, the sensation of her hands on you after what happened earlier.

"Thank you, coach," she repeats with a grin, squeezing both of your balls roughly. You let out a gasp of surprise as she lets go of them, and then a cry of frustration as she squeezes the tip of your cock with one hand.