P.E. (Penis Examination)

John strode into the gym a few minutes late, knowing Coach Barnes was going to ride his ass the moment she saw him.

"John Doe!" she barked, summoning her best drill sergeant voice, "You seem to have at least two legs; why are you late to my class?"

He casually showed her his Fuck Pass.

"I was giving Ms. Price and Ms. Travis some relationship advice," he said, watching hotter female students jiggle their way through their warm-up laps. "And I've got an important Health question for you."

For whatever reason, the school's P.E. teacher always seemed to pull triple duty as Athletic Director and Health teacher, too. That meant John had gotten what passed for sex-ed in this district from this fit, toned bitch in yoga pants and a puff vest. He'd always fantasized about hands-on tutoring sessions, where he'd ask innocuous questions like;

"Does my penis look normal?"

Coach Barnes seemed to notice John's exposed dick for the first time. She sat on the bleachers with him standing in front of her and gingerly took hold of it, turning it various directions to get a good look at it from all angles.

"Looks perfectly healthy to me," she sighed. "How long has it been erect?"

"Just a few minutes," John assured her, "and for very good reasons, believe me. That's not the issue. I was just wondering; is it big? Y'know, for my age?"

She pulled a vinyl measuring tape -- which she apparently carried around everywhere -- out of her pocket and measured John's cock.

"Six and a half inch length," Coach Barnes reported, "five inch girth. That's well above the latest and best averages. Yes, John; you have a big penis, for any age."

"Thanks, that's good to know," he turned to leave, but then thought of something else. "Oh, and how does it smell?"

"Smell?"

"Yes, smell. I'd hate to whip it out in the moment only to find out that it smells weird."

The increasingly annoyed coach grabbed John's head again and ran her nose up and down his shaft, breathing in his aroma.

"It smells like every other penis I've smelled," she shrugged. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"Well, how many penises have you smelled, Coach Barnes?"

Her eyes widened as she realized the implications of what she'd said. The easiest way to smell a penis was to have it within sucking distance of her face; she had stumbled ass-backward into telling a student about her sexual history.

"I-I couldn't say, exactly," she blushed.

"Wow, that many?" John made a big show of feigned surprise. "You really are an expert! I bet you could tell me if it tastes right, too; Mrs. Hazlem said it tasted good, but it had just been up her butt and she was trying to make me look good in front of a girl so I don't really know if I trust her judgement. I've had the janitor clean it off, now; do you thing could you try it? Give me a second opinion?"

Glaring up at John, Coach Barnes realized that he had clearly been planning this from the beginning. She hesitantly licked the very tips of John's head.

"Sure, John. It tastes fine."

"Coach Barnes!" John complained, "you barely even touched it! Isn't it your job to help your students learn and grow more comfortable with their own bodies? I won't be comfortable with this penis until I know a woman can take the whole thing down her throat and walk away happy."

"Fine," she relented, "but I'm still marking you tardy."

She gripped John's shaft properly this time and took his whole head into her mouth. She steadily eased down further and further, letting her throat adjust to each and every inch. Finally, she bottomed out with her straining bottom jaw tickling his balls. John held her there for a few seconds, then let her pull off and catch her breath.

"Well?" he asked impatiently.

"Very tasty," Coach Barnes spat sarcastically, but John liked the sound of that.

"Could you, like, announce that to the class?"

"What?"

"Your professional opinion," John explained, "that I have a big, tasty penis. I think I'm going to use that for my yearbook quote; attributed to you, of course. It would sure help boost my confidence if you could officially certify, once and for all, that John Doe has a big, tasty penis."

Coach Barnes stood up and called the whole class over. Once they'd all gathered, John had her arrange them so that all the hottest girls were in the front row before he let her spread the good news.

"In my professional opinion," she **** a clearly sarcastic grin, "John Doe has a big, tasty penis."

Most of the class laughed, but about half the girls gave scandalize gasps and one or two of them sized up his still-exposed, still-erect cock with their eyes. Before Coach Barnes could move on to whatever she had planned for the day, John pulled her over and **** her to her knees in front of the crowd.

"Show them how much you like it," he ordered, but she was a little too **** to obey. John grabbed her head and **** himself down her throat again, fucking her face at full-speed. She tried to protest with her throat full of cock, making hilarious little squeaks and grunts every time he pulled back far enough to let sound escape. John made eye contact with each of the horrified but enraptured girls in turn, blatantly ogling them through their gym clothes and thrusting even harder when he saw something that he liked. He came sooner than he would've liked, but made sure to give Coach Barnes a mouthful of his seed.

She doubled over the second John let go, spitting and sputtering his load all over the waxed floorboards.

"Now, how did that taste?" John asked innocently.

"Delicious," Coach Barnes coughed, resorting clumsily to sarcasm again and adding under her breath, "asshole."

"Nah, you can try that tomorrow. But I do have one more request for today; could you run up to the office and tell the whole school that I have a big, tasty dick and delicious cum? I want everyone to know how proud you are to personally endorse me."

Coach Barnes stumbled out of the gym, still gasping for breath, and John turned to the crowd around him awkwardly; "Anybody else wanna have a go? Tasty dick and delicious cum; you heard her yourself!"

Every girl in the room groaned at once, wandering off to hang out on the bleachers and chat. It was worth a shot. After a minute or two, the intercom buzzed to life and Coach Barnes' voice echoed throughout the building;

Attention, students. This is Coach Barnes; I would like to officially confirm that Senior John Doe had a big, tasty dick and delicious cum. I have personally verified that Senior John Doe has a big, tasty dick and delicious cum. I recommend that anyone try it when given the opportunity. Thank you.

A while later, Coach Barnes came sheepishly back into the gym, sheepishly announced a free day, and disappeared into her office. John didn't know where that last bit had come from; he hadn't quite told her to say that, but maybe she just assumed that's what he was getting at. Sure enough, John noticed one or two of the more, uh, promiscuous girls taking second glances at him that they never would have before. He had been thinking more about getting head than getting ahead, but maybe this could actually boost his love life. Or, at least his sex life.