Cock in hand and balls bouncing against his wrist, Coach Hank Jacoby twisted out the last shards of piss into the toilet adjoining his new office. He realized he had the makings of a hardon coming on in his snapper.

Cock coming up hard.

Hefty in his hand.

He wafted the dong like a wand.

Remembering the many times he had put it to good use in deep wet flesh.

And, yes. Jacoby could use some tight little gymnast snatch right now.

This was the ass-end of a numbing first day on his new coaching assignment. First time in command arid in the big office-the hotseat.

And now, just around midnight, he was still at work-even if only going through the motions.

This new job would be a tight fit. He would have to tow the line and produce-or else he would wind up like his predecessor, Coach Haller-end up like all the others did.

And he could still smell his predecessor's presence around him.

Cunt was so thick in the air he could get a mouthful just by breathing.

Coach Margaret Haller may have been a dyke. But no one could say she didn't know good snatch. One of Coach Haller's plusses, as far as Jacoby was concerned, was that she had stocked the gymnastic squad with kinky hot pussy.

Too bad one of Jacoby's first jobs was to get rid of some of it.

Jacoby licked his dry lips.

Some fuck-and-watch action would certainly be a good way to smooth the edges of tension he felt. His hands moved below his belt.