"His motion is very good," Coach Walsh said.
It was about a week later.
The slim, handsome forty year-old university football coach stood at the window in his office, watching Kenny practicing outside.
"He kicked a forty-five-yard field goal once," Cheryl said. She was sitting in front of his desk.
"You don't say."
"He sure did. I've got the newspaper clipping to prove it, too."
"No, that's all right. I believe you." Coach Walsh sighed, shook his head, and turned to face Cheryl with a smile of grim resignation. "You're obviously very devoted to your younger brother, to come visit me in my office like this."
"I'm just trying to help."
"But we already have a good kicker, Cheryl. I'll admit, it's a tough choice. Kenny's excellent, but so is Tim Hankison. And, since Tim's a junior, with more experience, I'm afraid I simply must choose him as the starter."
"But he doesn't have as much leg strength as my brother!"
"As I said, I'm sorry."
"And if Kenny has more leg strength, he has more potential. Tim Hankison's never kicked a really long field goal. He's never going to make the pros, and you know it!"
"Cheryl, please…"
"But it's the truth, Coach Walsh!"
Cheryl felt desperate. Mr. Archer, as anticipated, had given her an extremely generous "promotion" bonus as soon as she'd started working for him full-time, more than generous enough to completely pay for Kenny's surgery. The surgery had been performed the next day, and it had been a complete success. If anything, her younger brother's kicking motion was now smoother than it had ever been.
Her only problem now was with the stubborn coach.
"Coach Walsh, I know the only reason you're saying is that 'cause my little brother's a freshman! You just don't think he's old enough to handle the pressure. Isn't that right?"
Walsh grimaced. "That's about it."
"But if you don't give him the chance now, he'll never learn. And the more actual game experience he gets, the better he'll be down the road!"
"Cheryl, you're a very brave, gutsy girl," Coach Walsh sighed. "What can I say? I'm sorry. My mind's made up."
The coach sat at his desk and started to look busy with a stack of papers. As far as he was concerned, the interview was over.
Fortunately, Cheryl's experiences with Mr. Archer had taught her the easiest way to handle such a situation. Men could be such suckers for her big tits!
"Well, I guess I might as well wait here till Kenny gets done. Thanks for hearing me out, anyway, Coach Walsh."
"No trouble."
"Gosh, it's kinda warm in here. I think I'll take off my coat."
Which she did, calmly placing it on the couch beside her. It seemed to take the coach a minute to notice what she was wearing. But when he did, his gaze didn't go back to his papers.
This time, Cheryl had chosen an elastic tube top. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd worn a tube top outdoors, particularly a really tight one that showed her naked belly and everything. Her tits were way too big, firm and juicy-looking to wear tube tops, outside, especially without a bra on.
Coach Walsh dropped his pencil. Cheryl batted her eyelashes, looking at him innocently. The coach's eyes were riveted to her enormous tits, ogling the mountainous suckers stretching the elastic top to bursting, jiggling as she breathed.
"Is something wrong, Coach Walsh? Oh, golly, Coach Walsh, I'm sorry! You're staring at my big tits, aren't you? Gosh, how inconsiderate of me!"
Cheryl stood, pretending concern for the coach's welfare, her mammoth tits bouncing heavily as she stepped around the desk and stood beside him. The hard-on tenting his slacks looked enormous. Cheryl clapped her hand theatrically over her mouth.
"Oh, gosh, Coach Walsh! Look at what a big boner you have!"
Walsh looked up at her helplessly. Cheryl knew she had to act before he realized what she was pulling on him. She dropped to her knees, pulling his chair toward her and his hands out of the way. The coach's jaw sagged open as she started fumbling with his zipper.
"That was really rude of me to give you a big hard-on like that, Coach Walsh. Here, let me just make it feel better for you."
She took out his cock, happy to see what a long, fat, meaty-looking fucker it was. By then, the coach's pants were bunched around his ankles, and he was staring at the busty teenager with a helpless mixture of shock and excitement. Cheryl started whacking his giant prick up and down as fast as she could.
"Is this making your boner feel better, Coach Walsh?"
"What… what on earth…"
"Not better enough, huh? Gosh, Coach Walsh, I guess your big cock is going to need some sucking instead!"
Cheryl opened her mouth wide, plunging her lips onto the flared tip of his cock. Hungrily, she slurped in the meaty inches of his prick, stuffing his stiff fucker as far down her gullet as she could. Coach Walsh sighed with pleasure, obviously too overwhelmed with the pleasure of being sucked to stop her. Cheryl shut her eyes, concentrating hungrily on the taste and feel of the cock between her lips.
Gosh, she just loved sucking cocks so much! It really didn't matter that she had to do this to convince Coach Walsh to make Kenny the starting kicker. She happily would have done it for nothing.
Cheryl started bobbing her head up and down, her enormous tits jiggling in the tube top as she feverishly fucked her mouth with his big pisser. The coach made a strangling sound, trying to reach down and fondle her whoppers. Cheryl obliged him, pulling down the tube top to release her tits from confinement. The coach reached down to clumsily squeeze and knead the spongy tit flesh as she slurped on his prick.
The guy's boner was already oozing a lot of pre-cum.
Cheryl tightened her fingers around the base of his prick, beginning to jack the meaty cock shaft fast and hard.
More pre-cum oozed out, and she lapped it up greedily with her swirling, swiping tongue. Cheryl forced her mouth to open wider, her tits jiggling in his hands as she jammed her open mouth down onto his hairy crotch. The coach sighed, his prick pulsing wildly between her lips. Cheryl's pussy creamed as she looked forward to swallowing a nice, salty load of jizz.
"Gonna shoot it," the coach panted. "Unngggh! Suck it hard, Cheryl, suck it really hard!"
Cheryl sucked his big, tasty boner just as hard as she could, slurping and gurgling noisily, feverishly fucking her ovaled lips up and down on his cock. Her fist was a blur, whipping up and down, beating his meat from the base up to her sucking lips.
"Swallow it, Cheryl! Unnggggh! Oh, shit, what a good little cock-sucker you are! Unh, unh! Gonna cum, gonna cum!"
He clutched her head with both hands, frantically jerking his hips off the chair, fucking his big cock in and out of her wetly sucking lips. Suddenly a torrent of cum spewed out of his cock tip, gushing down her throat.
"Ummlllpp," Cheryl gurgled.
She clung hungrily to the big, stiff jism shooter, now eagerly sucking, jacking and swallowing at the same time. The size of the cum-load now spewing between her lips told the experienced teenager that it had been a long, long time since the busy coach had had a chance to pop his rocks.
For nearly a minute straight, the sticky white jism kept spewing, blasting against the roof of her mouth, blasting her tonsils.
Cheryl felt quite certain now that her brother would he the starting kicker for the football team. She clung hungrily to the coach's erupting prick, sucking and stroking, draining every droplet of cum out of his balls.
"Oh, my Lord!" the coach panted. He sprawled dazedly on the chair, overwhelmed by the pleasure of shooting off such a big load. "I can't believe… just can't fucking believe this…"
"Oh, golly, Coach Walsh!" Cheryl panted. The busty girl stood straight, clapping her hand theatrically over her mouth as she looked at his still-hard pisser. "Your cock's still so awfully big and stiff. You need more relief, don't you?"
The coach just looked up at her in a daze. Cheryl was already busily stripping off the rest of her clothes. Hurriedly, she scattered her sandals, tight jeans and panties around the room, revealing every inch of her magnificently voluptuous body. Then she pushed the coach back on his chair, preventing him from getting up.
Coach Walsh stared up at her as she mounted him, straddling him, holding his cock and fitting the prick knob into her tight, juicy, itchy for fucking cunt.
"Now you just sit tight and let me do all the work, Coach Walsh."
The coach looked down, dazedly watching his veined cock shaft disappearing into her tight, slick fuck-channel. Soon, his prick was all the way in, and the girl had commenced a furious humping rhythm, fucking her glove-tight pussy hungrily up and down on his prick. "Fuck me back, Coach Walsh!"
The coach did. He clutched her ass cheeks, wincing as he felt how tightly her hot pussy clasped his cock. Slowly at first, he thrust his hips off the chair, fucking his prick in and out of her pussy. Soon, the coach and the naked blonde teenager were humping in rhythmic unison, oblivious to everything save the intense pleasure of a hard cock fucking in and out of a tight, eager cunt.
"Sis! Holy fuck!"
Cheryl twisted her head around, still fucking the coach, looking at the door that had just opened behind her. She didn't miss a fuck-lunge as she recognized Kenny. And she kept right on fucking as she smiled lovingly at her wonderful brother.
"Kenny, guess what?" she exclaimed. "Coach Walsh just said you're going to be the starting kicker this year! Isn't that right, Coach Walsh?"
Walsh sighed and nodded.