The coach opened his pants and reached in to haul his prick out. He had a fat, blunt headed prick and a set of balls like medicine balls. The sight of sexy Sheena had stiffened the first and bloated the second.

He folded his fist firmly around his cock and started to whip it up and down in a steady rhythm.

That was when Ida Whicker, the girls' gym teacher walked into his office…

Red blushed furiously.

Ida was slim and supple in her gym uniform, accusingly at the coach. She was staring a pretty woman, although she looked sort of dykish because she wore her sandy hair cut very short and used no cosmetics.

"I – ahhhh – I came to ask you about…" she stammered, her pay eyes glued to his prick.

Red, who was quite quick-witted as football coaches go, thought fast.

"This isn't what you think," he raped. "No?" she said, cocking an eye and giving Red the distinct impression that she didn't believe him.

"I – err – what did you think I was doing?" the coach croaked.

He had heard rumors about Ida being a lesbian and hoped she might not know anything about the way men masturbated.

But evidently she did.

"I thought you were jerking off, Coach," she replied, with a hint of a smile.

"Naw! Me? Hell, no! Never done that in my life!" he protested. His mind was working as cleverly as if he were diagramming a post-pattern pass play. "I was only – errrr – exercising my penis muscle."

She looked skeptical and amused.

"Honest. You wouldn't know about such things, but a man – a real, red-blooded man, you know – he's got to keep all his muscles in trim. Use or lose, right? Don't want my penis muscle to go slack, on me."

Ida started to laugh.

But then, surprisingly, she looked serious – and Red thought that maybe she had believed him, after all. Well, she, too, was a coach, and he guessed she wasn't too bright.

Although Red had no way of knowing it, Ida was as horny as he was – and for the very same reason – that provocative nymph, Sheena Stratton!