Keywords: tg/f, oral, mastAuthor: Brett LynnTitle: Marilyn and The Gym Teacher

OK, here we go again.  So far the feedback from my first story is good.  Orgasms are plentiful, my style is apparently distinguishable from the poorly written estrus that runs occasionally through the newsgroup sex story scene, and it's familiar enough to people that people are comfortable soaking their hands reading me.  My debut is a smash.  So here's the deal: in my little series, there are gonna be a couple more stroke stories.  Then, I'm going to write a bit of an epic trying to explain how my Marilyn came to be.  Even though I'll take care to write some hot sex scenes, it'll have elements like plot and background to help you through the recovery time between cums.  But that's a good distance into the future.  For now, let's enjoy the present.  

Now perverts, what time is it?  It's legal disclaimer time!  This work of fiction is for the non-commercial use of its readers.  Permission to copy and distribute through electronic media for non-commercial purposes is granted.  All commercial and non-electronic rights are reserved by me, the author.  Please do not read this story if you are offended by adult material, reading this material is illegal in your legal jurisdiction or, if in the United States, under the age of 18.  It ain't like this disclaimer is going to stop the determined, but I gotta try.  So without further ado, on with the story.

MARILYN AND THE GYM TEACHER
By Brett Lynn

Mandy and Marilyn scrambled into class just as the class was breaking into basketball games.  They both collected themselves, caught their breath and hoped to fake their way out of what could be a bit of a jam.

"By the way," Marilyn whispered to Mandy, "you didn't see what you saw between my legs if you want to see it again."

"OK, Marilyn, thanks for the 'help'!"

"WALKER!  CORRIGAN!  What is the meaning behind what's going on here?"

Their jam had appeared.  Coach Mary Bailey strutted her way in front of the two girls.  Though she was only 5'3" and small-boned, she had a tough reputation that made her gym class the scourge of the school.  More importantly that tough rep helped her to massive success coaching the girl's hoops team to a couple of state championships and tons of league titles.  Her really short, curly hair and soft, pretty face was toughened enough by age and attitude to garner her more than enough respect.

"Uh, Coach Bailey, I was just helping Mandy out with a problem, right Mandy?," Marilyn said with a wink.

"Yeah, Coach, Marilyn was just helping me out with something in the locker room.  No biggie."

"Alright Mandy.  Go on and shoot some hoops with those girls over there," ordered Coach.  Mandy quickly slid her way over to a bunch of uncoordinated girls struggling to dribble the ball with one hand.  Then Coach walked up to Marilyn's ear and asked, "what the hell were you doing with Mandy in the locker room?"

"I fucked her, Coach Bailey."

"Why?  Do you want to put your whole, er, situation on blast?"

"Trust me, Coach Bailey.  She'll keep her mouth shut."

"OK.  I don't know why you can't keep your panties up.  That's the third time you've 'helped' someone like this all year!  I can't help you like this if you keep 'helping' others.  Look at Mandy," Coach demandingly asked.

"Why do you think half the school thinks I'm a lesbian?  Don't worry.  Everything's gonna be fine."

Coach shrugged and stepped off to the side as Marilyn jumped in to a pick-up game with a bunch of boys in the class.  She didn't have much trouble getting into the game after nailing a fallaway jumper over the boys basketball team's star forward.  "If she'd ever choose a gender," Coach thought, "she could very well be all-city."  That got Coach thinking back to the first time Coach found out about Marilyn's condition...

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Coach stood around, taking attendance the first day of class.  Finally, she got to the new name in class.

"Marilyn Walker?  Marilyn Walker?"

Coach thought that was a bit strange for someone not to show up on the first day.  Besides, even shitty students don't cut the first day.  "Hmm," Coach said to herself.  "I'm going in the girl's locker room.  Stay right here, or you'll spend the period running!"

With that, Coach sprinted off the gym floor and into the locker room.  Immediately she heard something unusual.  First, she heard a steady slapping sound again flesh, accompanied by the moans of a female voice, apparently out of pleasure.  "What the heck is going on here?  Is some girl having sex with a boy in the locker room?  Here we go again," Coach thought to herself.  With that, Coach peeped around each bank of lockers, with no sight of the people making the sound.  However, after moving down from one set of lockers to another, she noticed the sound getting louder and louder and sounding closer and closer.  With that, Coach quickly stepped down to the end of the last bank of lockers and put her back to them.  Not wanting to scare off the guy and girl too quickly, she slowly turned around and looked down the small hallway by the bank of lockers.  What she saw had her mouth dropping wide open and her eyes bugging out.

What she saw required her to do a double take.  She saw a girl with long, wavy black hair with a slightly downcast head and a face in apparent deep concentration and lust, her eyes slitted reflecting how lost in her own world she was.  Her new gym shirt was pulled up, exposing her torso up to her shoulders.  The lifted shirt allowed Coach to see what would appear to be the product of breast implants on an older woman.  But on this girl, they looked as natural as they were, huge dark pillows topped by huge areolas covering about half her breasts and nipple that were thick and stood out nearly an inch.  One of the girl's hands roughly massaged against one of her breasts and pinched on the erect nipple.  However, it as how the girl was slightly hunched over and, more importantly, what hunching allowed the girl's breasts to push gently against that shocked Coach the most.  A large penis, appearing to be at least a foot long and abnormally thick, was not only brushing against her breast, it appeared to be attached to the girl.  She was steadily stroking her huge dick, her left hand pumping up and down and her left arm flexing as she moved.  Her shorts and panties were pushed down to just above her knees as she sat on the bench pleasuring herself.  After a few brief seconds, Coach finally shook out her reverie and finally was able to make a statement...

"WHAT THE FLYING FUCK IS GOING ON?"

Shocked out of her pleasure-induced trances, Marilyn looked up at Coach and liked what she saw.  Her small face, refined look and soft caramel skin would look good next to mine she thought.

"Start talking, missy."

"Well, uh, let me explain.  I'm Marilyn Walker, a new student around here.  I know you have two questions come to mind."  "This," she said while gently grabbing and shaking her still-rampant dick, "well, it's a long story, but let me give you the short version.  Even though I look very female and live as a female, I have this big dick.  That leads to the second question you're probably answered.  Like many guys that having dicks, they have certain, shall we say, needs that need to be taken care of.  Being that I rushed out the house this morning without a bra, combined with the soft feel of my new gym shirt, well, I had to do what I had to do before I could go to class."

Still shocked, Coach replied, "Yeah? And?"

Marilyn's mind churned, looking for a way to get out of the impossible jam she was in.  She thought about how attractive Coach was to her.  Then in a few seconds, she replied coquettishly, "well, since I am pretty close to cumming, could you come here and suck me off to finish me?  That way, I could be relieved and we could both get on to class."

In a response borne equal parts out of necessity, curiosity and horniness, Coach closed the distance between herself and her quite unusual student.  She got down on her knees in front of Marilyn and pulled her shorts down all the way to her feet.  Then, she just stared and marveled at the raw power of the dick in front of her, all smooth and shiny and big and thick and veiny, and the soft round femininity of the huge breasts just above it.  Marilyn let go of her cock, letting it drop to almost parallel to the ground, and Coach was free to explore the surface of it with her hand.  Try to touch every inch of her cock with her hands.  As she did this, Marilyn softly cooed and brought a nipple up to her mouth for her to lick and suck.

Realizing that time was of the essence, Coach went right to work on the dick after a brief period of exploration.  She grabbed it with both hands and pumped a nice, fast rhythm on her dick, helped onto by how soft and smooth it was.  Then, she quickly leaned towards the tip and started licking all over it, coating it with saliva.  A dollop of pre-cum oozes out the head, and Marilyn cooed softly, rubbing her nipples, after that effort.  Then Coach thought of a way she used to get her husband off to get her out of this situation.  She continued jacking off the cock, but turning her hands from side to side as she moved up and down.  At the same time, she started licking in circles around the tip of the dick as her mouth closed in to suck on it.  Once her mouth accustomed to the size of the swollen tip, she quickly eased her head down, twisting her head from side to side and licking around the shaft as she went down.  When she got halfway down, she stopped and continued back up the same way she went down.  After a few go-rounds, Marilyn started to realize how good this felt.

"Oh yeah!  Do it some more!  I'm close to cumming..."

With that, Coach decided to step up the pace some more in her oral and manual ministrations.  After all, she had a class to attend to, and neither she nor Marilyn was gonna make it to class anytime soon if she dawdled about and enjoyed this too much.  So she decided to add a little flicker to her tongue as she licked around the dick while she was sucking on it.  As it turned out, that was the added little spice that she needed to push Marilyn over the edge.

"Oh yeah...I'm about t-to c-cum...pull it out 'til the tip is in your mouth...please?"

Willing to do anything to expedite things, Coach pulled her head up the cock until just the tip was in her mouth.  Just as she finished that, the dick started to shoot off massive jets of cum into her mouth.  Not wanting to leave any stains on her polo shirt, nor on her face, she took care of swallow as fast as possible.  In a hurry, it seemed like she was drinking water from a fountain instead of cum, she was swallowing so much.  Pulling away from the dick, she stood up and dusted off her knees.

"Come on, Marilyn," Coach said, checking off her name on the attendance sheet. "Let's get on to class now!  And be careful with yourself.  I'll give you permission to change by yourself, but please keep episodes like this to a minimum, OK?  I'll try to discreet about, your...er...," she said, giving the slowly shrinking cock a glance, "condition.  Now move it!"  Then Coach went on back to the gym, trying to keep as calm about everything as possible.

With that, Marilyn pulled her shirt over her boobs, and stood up.  Without any kind of a bra, her nipples stood out embarrassingly, but she needed to get on to class.  Then she stood up, spread her legs slightly, grabbed the base of her dick with one hand and pulled the tip back with the other, pulling back until the tip was nestled in the crack of her ass, just past her asshole.  She then quickly pulled up her panties and shorts and sprinted off to class.

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"That girl is nuts," Coach thought to herself, staring out at the busy class.  This was the third time she helped herself to the female student body.  Granted that the first two girls Marilyn 'helped' were such major sluts, they were known to sleep with anything human, and reportedly one of them didn't even accept that species limit.  But with Mandy, she thought, she might have pushed it a bit too far.  While Mandy wasn't a perfect angel, she wasn't a megaslut either, and she definitely didn't do girls.  Once word got out about them two together, shit might really hit the fan.  Oh well.

"BRIIIIIIIING!"

The sound of the bell brought Coach out of her reverie.  "OK!  Class dismissed!  Get changed!," she barked out just before blowing her whistle.  The class streamed out of the gym, with Marilyn being the last to leave.  She turned back to wink at Coach, then went on into the locker room, thinking about get changed and getting through the rest of the day just so she could get home and spend some quality time...

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