Couchtastic

Walking into the gymnasium, you saw that Doug and the rest of the boys were busy taping their wrists as the girls were just starting to come out of the locker room.

Waving to them as you passed, you made your way upstairs. You were passing the open entryway into the locker room when you heard Kristine Dogget suddenly exclaim, "He said what?"

Kristine was another of your cheerleaders. The 18-year-old hazel-eyed brunette was best friends with Aisha Rice. Stopping, you watched the two cheerleaders exit the locker room, purity rings glinting on their fingers. As they passed, you listened in on what they were saying.

"Dante told me to toss away my ring and bend over?" Aisha animatedly related to her friend.

"So what did..." Simone replied as they passed out of earshot.

Unseen, Jennifer walked out while your back was turned as she patted your ass, startling you. "If you're wondering, Aisha was dating Dante Bradshaw, one of our tight ends."

"Was," you blurt as you turn to face her.

Her smile was unrepentant as she whispered. "Dumped his ass after throwing her drink in his face at lunch."

Jennifer leaned close and lasciviously whispered. "After I'm done, she'll be tearing it off for a ride on your train."

Jennifer giggles in triumph as you groan, and flashing you a smirk, she heads down the stairs.

"Get a grip, Jason," you think to yourself as you force yourself to move. Heading to the office, you unlock the door and enter. Closing it behind you, you wind yourself over to the desk and sit down. Looking up at the ceiling, you heard Maddie blow her whistle downstairs.

"What am I going to do?" You ask out loud.

Why was Reese demanding to see Dallas? Just as the thought crossed your mind, a light bulb went off in you. He wants proof that you and Dallas are together.

And you barging over there and confronting him will give him that. If you don't, he'll keep pushing her to be his plaything again.

NO... wells up in you fierce and deadly.

Opening the top drawer, you pull out a pen and some post-its. You were just about to shut the door; you remember something Lili had told you.

"Coach Reese showed up with Dallas one day, and Donna promptly cut our equipment manager in favor of Dallas."

Why would she just roll over for him, you ask yourself? You knew that the district had policed your classroom and this office for Donna's personal effects, but maybe they missed something.

You start emptying drawer after drawer. This was more of a hope and a prayer than anything, but you never know.

After a good 20 minutes you mutter, "Bingo," as you look down at it. Deep in the back of the desk's filing cabinet in a folder with what looked like the minutes of a meeting was a flash drive.

Setting it on the desk, you grab your briefcase and pull out your work laptop. Excitement was building in you as it booted. Finally, you were looking at your desktop.

Now was the moment of truth. You highlight the flash drive and click. You watch as it opens up, showing just one 2-gigabyte video file. The file had no name, just numbers... numbers that, if it was a date, were three weeks after last year's homecoming.

You click the video and allow VLC to play it. The video starts, and you could see it was a hotel room.

On the king-sized bed were two women, both naked. On her back, moaning quietly, was a mid-to-late-40s fit-looking Latina. You'd never met her, but you were certain it was Donna Rodriguez, the former cheer coach. In between her legs was a Black woman. Her skin was so dark it shimmered in the light. You'd met this woman Dominique, Zuri's mother. The same woman, if Jennifer were telling the truth. Had been fucking Andy Reese behind her husband's back for the past two years.

Dominique faced the camera, showing off the cream dripping from her chin. "She's ready, baby," she purred for the camera.

The camera panned as it moved in, giving you a close-up of Donna's face. The woman's eyes were heavy-lidded and glassy, like she'd been drugged. A white arm comes into view and shakes her.

"Are you enjoying this?" Asks the muffled voice.

Donna's eyes look into the camera as she slurs, "Feels soooooo guuuddddd."

"Soon you'll be feeling even better," says the voice. The camera then rotates, showing the foot of the bed. Standing there was a group of 6 of what looked to be 18- and 19-year-olds.

"Seniors from last year," you think to yourself.

All of the teens were naked, their erections angry spears ready to strike.

The camera turned back to Donna as the voice asked, "How long has it been since you took a young cock?"

Donna's eyes flutter closed as a drugged smile spreads across her face. "Too long," she mutters.

The camera moves back so you can see all of Donna. "Let's fix that," says the voice before ordering. "Get to it."

You fast-forward through the video as one after another each of the young men gets between the woman's legs, thrusts deep, and rides her till they shoot their loads deep inside her.

It went on for more than an hour. Finally, the camera gave you a close-up of her red, swollen pussy and the gallons of cum that were pouring from it.

"We'll be in touch. If you don't want this to get out, you'll play ball. Besides, if you're a good girl, you can have more of this and even remember it."

With that, the video ends.

Sitting back in the chair, you ponder what you just saw. "The man has no scruples. "You mutter aloud.

This video couldn't harm Donna any more, but it implicated Zuris' mom. You remove the flash drive from the laptop and then put it into the briefcase.

Then picking up the pen, you angrily scribble. She isn't yours anymore, fuckwad. Locking the office, you walk down to Andy's office and slam the post-it onto the door.

Turning, you joined the team downstairs as they worked on their new routines' choreography.

You gradually calm yourself as you watch the girls do their thing. Finally, Maddie blows her whistle, letting the girls go change.

Walking over, Maddie crouches down in front of you, asking. "What's got you in a tizzy?"

Reaching out, you take her hands into yours, muttering. "You only need one guess."

You nod as she replies, "Andy Reese."

Nodding wearily, you say. "I answered some questions I had about Andy and Donna."

Staring into your eyes, she asks. "Do I want to know?"

Shaking your head, you say, "It's best if you and I don't... just in case."

Maddie squeezes your hands, whispering, "Then I'll leave it for now."

Letting go of your hands, Maddie stands up and heads upstairs. You sit on the bleachers as the girls all shower and change. After a good 15 minutes, the first of them wander out of the locker room, heading home.

It wasn't too much longer before Krystal, Lili, and Jennifer all came downstairs. As the three teens approach you, you ask. "Where's Rebecca?"

"With her aunt, she had her first prenatal checkup, and her aunt offered to go with her." She explained.

As the four of you walked out to the car, you told them. "Krystal, I'm dropping you and Lili off at home first. "You glance around the parking lot before adding. " Jennifer and I need to talk about a certain coach away from school."

Krystal, of course, pouted, whispering under her breath, "You're just ditching us to fuck."

You were about to say something when you stopped yourself. You had just meant to drop off Dallas the other day, but she didn't know that.

Letting it drop, you pull out of the parking spot for the drive home. It was still pretty muggy from the rain earlier, and despite the AC, you started to sweat. Soon enough you were slowing down in front of the house.

Coming to a stop, Krystal immediately opened the car door. Getting out, she sullenly muttered, "Have fun."

"Krystal, we're not..." you reply, only for her to slam the door.

Lili and Jennifer out the other door, and Jennifer then walks around and slides into the passenger side.

"We're not going to have fun," you murmur as you release the brake.

Jennifer shrugs as you speed off down the streets. Making several turns, you get back out onto the main road, when Jennifer says. "You know, Daddy, you two should have some makeup sex later tonight."

Keeping your eyes on traffic, you mutter, "I didn't know we were fighting."

Jennifer laughed, saying, "Silly, she's just acting out. When was the last time it was just you and her, no Lili involved?"

You stop and try to remember; last time it was just you and Krystal. Chagrin floods you; you can't remember.

"Ummmm at least a week," you finally admit.

"See," she chirps, as she pushes on your shoulder. "Too long."

Jennifer then unbuckles her seat belt and leans against you. "Now if I were you, later tonight I'd sneak into her room while she's sleeping and feed her your meat stick."

Helplessly you laugh, saying. "Really... feed her my meat stick."

Looking up at you, she said, "Well, it is evocative." The momentary frivolity was then broken as she sat up and asked. "What's up with Coach Reese?"

Your laughter fades as you tell her about the class rearrangements, your run-in with him at lunch, and finally about the flash drive. Through it Jennifer sat there absorbing what you told her.

After you finish, she sits there for several minutes before growling, "The cocksucker."

"Right..." you reply.

You were entering her neighborhood when she spoke again. "You know, the easiest way to get him would be to use some of the girls and set up a sting."

The reaction in you was instant and intense. Gripping the steering wheel, you hissed as if you'd just been shot. "Thoughts of Reese's on any of your girls..."

Seeing your reaction, she put her hand on your thigh. "Hey, it's okay," she's said soothingly. "We're not going to do that."

"No, you're not," you growl as the primal need for violence wanes. You were turning onto her street when she started thinking out loud.

"Hmm, a honeypot is out of the question. We do have Zuris' mom with the video... the video."

Jennifer brightens up as she turns to you, saying. "Daddy, we need to find out where Coach Reese lives."

A smile takes form on your lips as you get her drift. "You think he's keeping incriminating evidence at home."

Nodding along, she adds. "Yup, thanks to the internet it shouldn't be too hard. Then when he's not at home."

"A little breaking and entering," you say, completing the thought.

You turn into her driveway when she offers. "Come inside; we'll feed you some dinner."

As much as it would vindicate Krystal's attitude. Dinner with two gorgeous creatures was impossible to turn down.

Throwing the car into park, you say. "Sure, why not."

Getting out, the two of you head inside. Entering the house, Jennifer smiled at you, saying. "Go sit on the couch, Daddy, while I change."

Walking down the stairs, you sit down on the couch while Jennifer goes into her room. It was a beautiful late afternoon as you looked out the window at the pool deck. Looking around, you were disappointed; Conseula was nowhere to be seen.

Raising your voice, you called out, "I don't see Conseula anywhere."

From upstairs you hear her yell back. "Since getting that fake I.D., we signed her up for English classes; she won't be home till after 7."

Jennifer didn't strike you as a cook. "So are we ordering in?"

A couple minutes later you hear from the top of the stairs. "I don't know. What would you like?"

"How about..." you start, only to be stricken dumb as you look up.

There at the top of the stairs was Jennifer wearing 4" stilettos... and nothing else.

Your cock thickened in your pants, and your mouth was suddenly bone dry. Her hips swayed as she walked down the steps, their every movement grabbing your attention.

"I'm hungry, Daddy, but food is not what I need," she purred as she approached you.

Unable to move, you watch her saunter up and straddle your lap. You grunt as she settles on your lap, letting her clean-shaven cunt grind into your suddenly swollen cock.

"Mnnnnnnn, it feels like something's hungry; maybe we should feed it first."