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My swim coach in H.S. would wait after EVERY PRACTICE until he & I were the only ones in the boys lockerroom. EVERY TIME was exactly the SAME: I would always still be in my bitty blue Speedo, usually SOAKED in pool water or EXERCISE/RUN SWEAT. I would stand silent, with my face in my locker pretending to be aimlessly shuffling thru it. He would quietly sit on the bench behind me, pull my bikini to the side with one finger, and BURY the pointed tip of his strong tongue UP and INSIDE ME! I mean RIGHT THRU my thick unspoiled muscle ring, and just WRIGGLE it! He would use his fingertips on just one side of the anus and would pull it open so hard it ached! If my butthole was SWEATY from a Run day, he would growl and snort animal like an animal and masturbate while my BULGE in my Speedo just THROBBED, unrelieved! We did this for THREE SKOOL YEARS!
