As Rick awoke, he felt a pressure in his pussy. Once more, his stepfather must have snuck in his room and decided to get his rocks off, Rick thought, until he remembered the events of the evening before. He could still taste his coach's piss, thick in his mouth, and realized that Coach awoke, and was ready for more. Kyle moaned slightly, as Mr. Andrews started to slam in deeper. "Good...you're awake." He panted between thrusts. He hooked a meaty paw on Kyle, and flipped him over roughly, and continued to fuck his quarterback. "I have you all weekend, to use as I want, kid, so you better get used to this." He grunted. Kyle bit his lip, stifling a loud moan. "Are you enjoying this?" The coach asked with a sneer. "Y-yes, sir. Very much sir." Kyle replied, bucking into his coach. Mr. Andrews pulled out. "Not good enough, boy. Beg for it." Kyle lifted his hips into the air. "Please fuck me, sir." The coach shook his head. "Stop whimpering, boy. Beg for it. Beg for me to breed you like the little bitch you are." Kyle closed his eyes. "Please sir! Fuck me! Pound my pussy! Use me like your bitch! Just fuck me!" Mr. Andrews smiled. "Good boy." He said, resuming slamming Kyle...