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I stood quietly at the edge of the basketball court while Coach Barker ranted at the basketball team for only winning the game they had played the previous night by only 12 points. And chuckled because it was a ludicrous sight.

I had been sent to the gym by my teacher with a note to Barker and knew better to interrupt "Woof Woof" as we kids called the short, fiesty coach. So I watched in amusement as the five foot five coach yelled up at the players, the shortest of whom, was six-two.

I said softly "Woof woof" and chuckled again.

"What's so funny moron?"

Shit! Standing next to me and glaring up at me was a very pissed off Amanda Barker, the coach's daughter. At 18, Amanda was the wet dream of every straight guy in the small school. Like her father, she was petite, less than five feet tall. She was beautiful. Best of all were the the twin set of rockets that that begged male attention. Her tits were huge on her tiny frame.

"Well?" She was livid.

I couldn't help myself. I laughed and said just loud enough for her to hear.

"Woof woof!"

Big mistake.

Her beautiful green eyes narrowed and those luscious lips smiled an evil smile. Then she said softly, "Watch this funny guy."

Smack! The slap stung sharply, but it was her words that hurt the most in the long run.

"Daddeeeee! He grabbed my chest!"

What the fuck? Coach Barker was on me in a flash and before I could get my guard up, he caught me in the left eye with a right punch. I got my hands up and blocked the rest of his punches until the members of the basketball team pulled him back.

The next two hours were an ordeal of recrimination. Coach Barker wanted me expelled, but when the spineless weasel of a principal started nodding his head in agreement, I stood up.

"Y'all do whatever y'all have to do. I need to head on over to Willington to see a lawyer about this." I pointed at my left eye which was swollen shut. I was just bullshitting, but I had them by the balls and they knew it. A coach or teacher can't punch or hit a student without serious conseqences following.

My threat to sue worked. It was the last time expulsion was mentioned. I ended up with no additional punishment other than a stern warning from the principal to stay from the Barkers. Which I planned to do even though I felt father and daughter had some payback due. Fate handed me a perfect opportunity to balance the cosmic scales.

The instrument of my revenge was the antiquated telephone system in our rural East Texas community. We were on a party line which meant that if someone else was on the phone, someone else on the party line could listen in. The Barkers happened to be on the same partyline as my family.

My chance came the night the Eagles were to play their first playoff game 85 miles away in Corsicana. Sam Barker called his daughter to check on her. He was concerned about her because her allergies had kept her from accompanying her father to the game. Listening in, I learned that Amanda had taken allergy medication that made her groggy, that she planned to go to bed and that the coach and team would spend the night in Corsicana.

An hour later I was creeping up to the Barker house which was dark except for one room which turned out to be Amanda's bedroom. It was a warm night and she had left the window open. She had been listening to the game on the radio and the Eagles were down by five at the end of the first quarter. I watched her for several minutes to ensure that she was out. Ready to flee if she roused, I rapped softly on the window frame. No screams resulted. I rapped harder. Silence. I balled up my fist and hammered the frame. She slept on.

I removed the screen from the window and climbed into the room and stood watching her. She lay on her back wearing only dark blue panties. Her amazing breasts were mesmerizing. I bent over and sucked in a nipple. She slept on.

I had to see the prize so I pulled her tiny panties off to reveal her beautiful pussy. She had shaven her pubic hair and the tiny labia were slightly parted, revealing glistening pink flesh. Her clit was barely visible at the top of her moist slit.

I held her ankles and spread her legs to see more of her tiny cunt. I released her ankles and used my fingers to spread her pussy open for closer inspection. A thin pink membrane guarded her opening and I took a shuddering breath and gently touched my tongue to it. It had a musky taste that compelled me to sample more. I licked her pussy slowly, sampling her taste and the incredible texture of her hymen which fascinated me. I lavished attention on her clitoris, coaxing the little sliver of flesh out of its protective sheath. Under my ministrations it swelled and distended until it stood out more than a half inch from the sheath, a dark pink nubbin of arousal. Amanda's breathing had quickened and her juices had started to flow, a gift I greedily sucked as it flowed from her hole and trickled from the Bottom of her slit. Something had happened to my sense of time because the Eagles were now in the third quarter, now down by eight points.

My prick had grown painfully hard, the purple head swollen beyond belief.

"Time for some payback, bitch," I said. On the radio I could hear Sam Barker screaming at his players over the crowd noise. He had punched me and now I was about to do some punching of my own.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed and pushed her legs back so that she was obscenely spread, her soaked pussy smiling in invitation. Her maidenhead challenged me and I would have it no matter what.

l gripped the shaft and swabbed her slit and coated my bloated cock knob with her slick juices. Leaving my prick to plow between her swollen lips as I slid the head up and down bumping into her quivering clit with each stroke. I reached up and kneaded her magnificent breasts, squeezing the fleshy globes and rolling the tiny nipples which had become hard as diamonds.

I angled my purple-helmeted warrior of love into her opening and started making little short thrusts. Each time I pushed against her hymen, she grunted.

"Woof woof bitch!" I said then surged forward tearing her virginity and sinking two inches into an incredibly hot and tight tunnel.

She gave out a long "uuuuhhhhhh" as my cockhead forced its way in her channel. I pulled back until just the tip remained in the entrance to her hole and saw the shaft was painted with her virginity blood. I bulled my way forward until I felt the knob meet her cervix with two more inches outside her pussy. The lips of her cunt were obscenely stretched around my prick and rolled inward with each stroke.

I savaged her. I fucked Amanda Barker with gusto, hammering my prick into her and bludgeoning her cervix with my blunt weapon while I twisted and pinched her swollen nipples.

With each thrust against the gateway to her womb, her cervix was forced wider as I strove to reach her womb and make a deposit in her baby bank. Suddenly with an incredible snapping sensation, the cervix opened and my sperm-laden balls rested against her ass. Her tight ring gripped and milked my shaft.

The urge to cum in her incredibly tight pussy was growing, but I was determined to make this last until the end of the game which was now late in the fourth quarter. I rested for a minute enjoying the milking of my prick by her pussy.

With 38 seconds to play in the faroff game, I fucked Amanda hard and fast, pulling out and slamming all the way in to her womb.

"Murphy shoots and scores!" an announcer shouted. "Coach Sam Barker's Eagles have pulled it out again!"

"Not me!" I roared as the head of my prick spat the first stringy rope of sperm into coach's daughter's womb. My spasming balls sent jet after jet of babyjuice, painting the insides of her womb.

As I lay atop his unconscious daughter with the head of my prick still inside her cum-drenched womb, I heard Coach Barker praise his team and send out a message of love to Amanda.

"Woof Woof!" I said'.

As I expected Amanda -- who had to have realized she had been raped when she awoke -- didn't report it to anyone, not even her asshole of a father. He was full of himself as usual and stayed focused on the next playoff game.

While I thought about repeating the process during the next playoff game, it did'nt happen because she went with the coach.

We graduated in late May and Amanda wasn't to be seen around the community. One night in August, about six months after the "night", I sneaked up to her window just as she was coming out of the bathroom. A feeling of exhilaration swept through me for she was extremely swollen with my baby.

The Barkers moved away after that and I never saw either of them again.