An adult stories – The Coach Ch. 06 by Mohawk08v2,Mohawk08v2 The next morning, Bryan met with Kristen, her mom and aunt for brunch. Everyone was in a good mood and just happy to all be together again. They spent the day visiting points of interest in the city — an outdoor market, an art museum, and a botanical garden. Bryan would have been bored out of his mind if Kristen had not been there. His hand itched to hold hers and walk together as one.
After dinner, it was time to head home, so Bryan and Kristen took their leave. The drive was pleasurable. They did hold hands in companionable silence, constantly glancing and smiling at each other. He didn’t want to say anything and break the spell.
As they got close to home, she sighed heavily. “I hate for this weekend to end.”
“Did you have a good time with your mom?”
“Yes, but you know that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“When does the boy get back.”
“He should be home by now.”
“Shit.”
“Yes. Exactly what I was thinking.”
“Do you want to go to my house tonight instead?”
“I can’t do that, Bryan. This is all very complicated and fucked up. I have to try and explain last night to Tommy and that might not go well.”
“You can always come to me. I love you, and as I said, I don’t mind sharing you with the boy.”
“I know. I love you, too. Unfortunately, love doesn’t conquer all. This isn’t about sharing just with Tommy, and you know it. It feels doomed to me.”
Well, that was not what he wanted to here.
“What are you going to do, baby?”
She looked at him sideways. “I don’t know. I don’t think I was meant to be monogamous.”
“I didn’t think I was until I met you.”
“Shit. Don’t make me feel bad for becoming such a slut.”
“I’m not judging you. I understand your confusion, but before you have to go, I just want to say one thing again. Coach is not good for you. Even if he meant well, it won’t turn out that way.”
“Yes, Tommy hates you, you hate Coach and a coach is just a smug asshole. I know that you’re right. I get it.”
“Do you? Really?”
“Yes, Bryan. I know what each of you are, but that doesn’t make it any easier. It’s complicated. Apparently, I’m a complicated slut.”
“I’m the one who truly loves you,” he said as he pulled up to her house.
“Yes, I know, baby,” she said, looking at him with sorrowful eyes. “But you don’t come baggage-free, do you?”
From an upstairs window, Tommy watched Kristen exit the car, take her bag, kiss Bryan on the lips like lovers parting and walk toward the house. Fucking hell, he thought. She did exactly what I asked her not to do.
As she entered their home, he came slowly down the stairs, hoping that his glare was burning a hole in her. She gave him an exasperated look and tried to walk past him up the stairs. He blocked her path.
“Tommy. Stop.”
“You spent the weekend with him?” It was an accusation, not a question.
“I spent the weekend with mom. He was at a hotel.”
“So you didn’t bounce on his cock all weekend.”
“Well … part of it. Yes.”
“Kristen, don’t you care about what I want at all,” he barked.
She looked right in his eyes without a hint of remorse. “I know exactly what you want. You want to watch me fuck other men. But here’s the deal — I pick who I sleep with. Not you.”
“Well, yeah. I didn’t mean …”
“I know what you meant, Tommy. You just know that when I’m with Bryan I get carried away and forget to record it. So, you feel out in the cold.”
That caught him off guard. Much of that was true. Maybe all of it. He didn’t like Bryan. That was true, too. But he didn’t like Kristen around Bryan, either.
“Well, yes. But you know I don’t like him for very good reasons that go back years. He messed with a confused young woman. He took advantage of you,” he responded defensively.
“Don’t you think he cares more about me than your Coach ever did? Don’t you think he loves me and worries about my welfare?”
“I don’t know what he thinks except that he wants to take you away from me.”
“He said he was willing to share me with you.”
“I doubt that.”
“Doubt all you like,” she snapped and walked past him into their bedroom.
“Coach wants to see you,” he shouted up after her.
“Why, so he can ignore me in person? Or maybe he wants to take a big stinking dump on my head in front of his friends.”
“Baby, don’t be like that.” He could hear himself whining. “At least Coach plays by our rules.”
“You’re fooling yourself. He never has and he never will.”
“OK, so he’s not perfect, but you like how he makes you feel. You like what he can do to you.”
“What are you doing, Tommy? Why are you pimping for Coach?”
“I thought you liked him. I thought you wanted him. You’ve been moping around the house for weeks cause he wouldn’t pay attention to you. So, I set something up.”
“YOU WHAT?” she screamed. “Did you BEG him to fuck me for you?”
“Not exactly,” he said defensively. “It’s his birthday today. He said he doesn’t really celebrate it much, but I said he deserved a good present.”
“So you offered me up on a platter?”
“Well, not like that. I just said you’d be happy to give him … you know … a present, and he said he’d like that.”
“So what’s your plan now?” she asked, voice register coming down as she looked at her phone. “I just show up at 10 p.m. for a booty call?”
“We show up.”
“WE?” she shouted again.
“I’m not missing anything this time. You owe me … you know … after the weekend thing.”
“Jesus Christ, Tommy. Is this what we’ve become?”
“I’m not ashamed, and I don’t think you are,” he said even more defensively than before. He realized that he meant it.
In the past few weeks he had found himself, or rather, who he was meant to be. He was not ashamed. The sexual thrill of watching his wife be used by Coach overcame every objection.
Kristen gave him a long angry look, then just spun on her heels and headed for the bathroom. Pretty soon, he heard the shower running.
—–
Just a little more than an hour later, Tommy knocked on the door of Coach’s trailer. Kristen felt silly standing there on the concrete steps in her robe with a ridiculous set of lingerie underneath that Tommy bought her ages ago, although she was happy to see that it still mostly fit. Apparently, her boobs were the only part of her that had grown in a year. They were straining against the material.
She wore all red including stiletto pump heels and a flyaway babydoll with matching crotchless panties. She was completely decked out in see-through scarlet lace. Even her robe was lacy and translucent.
She had showered, put on her expensive Yves Saint Laurent perfume, and done her make-up to perfection. Her husband watched closely as she prepared for the date and insisted she wear this particular outfit. She felt like an escort showing up to a ‘date.’
Tommy was bound and determined for this to happen. She wanted to be a good wife and please him, and especially because of the way she had snuck off with Bryan over the weekend. She didn’t feel that she’d done anything wrong, but did believe she probably “owed” this to Tommy.
She didn’t even feel that the outfit was all that sexy and more than a little uncomfortable. Its light fabric did nothing to keep her warm on this cool autumn evening. What turned men on, she would never understand.
When Leon opened the door, he looked confused or surprised, or both. Kristen also could not have been more shocked and disappointed. While hesitant at first to do this, she had talked herself into it on the ride over even thinking about the last time Coach fucked her in that bathroom. Seeing that Leon was here just pissed her off.
The big black man greeted the young couple with excitement and let them in. The TV was blaring with a football game — Sunday night football. Of course.
They walked into the living room where she was surprised NOT to see Coach sitting on the edge of the sofa deeply absorbed in the latest play.
“What’s going on? Where is he?” Kristen asked her husband. “He didn’t even know we were coming.”
Tommy had the wisdom to act apologetic. “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t know how he could have misunderstood.”
Leon jumped in. “Coach just forgot, is all. You know, the game and then Marilyn showed up,” he said pointing toward the bedroom. “Something about her story getting axed tonight. Some kind of power struggle at the TV station with the sports director. She’s on the warpath. Best keep your distance.”
Something was knocking on the wall rhythmically and there was some loud moaning coming from the bedroom. Kristen gave her husband a blistering look.
“That’s not what the warpath sounds like,” she blurted out. “Let’s go, Tommy. He can’t even honor a date with me.” Tommy looked pleadingly at Leon, who ran his fingers across what hair he had left.
“Come on, baby,” the older man said with a broad toothy smile. “If you’re looking for dick, I got a big black one here that you sure liked the other day.”
“What?” Tommy said, looking at his wife. “When did that happen?”
“It’s no big deal, honey,” she said dismissively and still very pissed off. “Coach just wanted to test my new skills. Leon was here, so … but I didn’t let him fuck me.”
A scream came from the bedroom.
“Thanks for bringing her over, son. I know Coach would have appreciated the gesture, but he’s busy right now. You can take off, and I’ll take care of this beauty.” He turned to Kristen. “You sure look nice all dressed up, baby. Let’s go into this other room and give you what you came for. You won’t be sorry.”
“Shut up, Leon,” she said, pushing her way towards the bedroom. She slammed open the door ready to give Coach a piece of her mind.
As soon as they entered Coach’s tiny bedroom, Kristen immediately noticed how bright it was. Who had this much light in a bedroom. Once her eyes adjusted, she saw that Coach was behind Marilyn straining to fuck her as hard as he could.
His fingers were holding the woman’s full ass in a death grip as their skin slapped together with great intensity over and over. Marilyn’s face was deep in the blankets as she moaned in rhythm to the pounding she was receiving. They seemed oblivious to the intrusion until Kristen picked up a pillow and threw it at Coach.
“Hey asshole. We had a date,” she shouted at him. Their hips stopped moving and heads popped up in surprise and confusion.
Coach took in the statuesque blond beauty in red standing by the door with her hands on her hips and her robe wide open. It was quite a sight. She was angry, and she was hot as fuck. He smiled wickedly.
“Well, Happy Birthday to me! Come to join the party, Sugar?”
“Fuck you,” the two women said in unison.
“This ain’t a team sport,” said Marilyn. “It’s strictly one-on-one, Eugene. Who the fuck is this trailer park Barbie. Is this one of your stupid fuck toys. You promised you were done with that.”
“Who the fuck is Eugene?” Kristen said.
“I am,” said Coach.
“You have an actual name? And she knows it?”
“Of course I have a name. She’s a great reporter. She was at the network, you know. She can find out my name if she wants to.”
“Seriously?” shouted Kristen. “You picked her over me because she’s on TV,” Kristen stamped her foot causing her boobs to bounce magnificently to emphasize the point. “What’s she, like 50?”
“Fuck you, bitch. I’m way hotter than some podunk slut. That face and those tits didn’t even get you out of this fucking town,” Marilyn laughed.
“Oh yeah Marilyn, you’re so much hotter,” Coach agreed. “Nobody’s hotter than you.”
Suddenly, the room felt tiny to Kristen. Tiny and hot and stifling. There was barely enough room for a bed, say anything of five people. She could hardly breath and had to get out of there.
There was just one more thing to do. “You know what Coach, people were right about you, you are the biggest asshole that’s ever blighted this planet.”
With that she spun and stormed from the room. Tommy was close on her heels, as was a clueless Leon.
“Baby,” he said. “No need to rush off. There’s still plenty of what you need right here.” She turned back to see that he had his big black cock sticking out of his pants and was waving at about.
“Take that cock of yours and stick it up your ass, or better yet, Eugene’s ass.” And she was gone.
Tommy’s stomach was on fire. With the tension in his body at that moment, it would not have surprised him if he had a stroke. He was running after his glorious pissed off wife and hoping all this sexy shit wasn’t about to end.
This monumental failure had been his idea. He had driven her to come here. He knew now that Kristen was right and Coach was an asshole. A decade of hero worship had just come crashing down. The scales were off his eyes.
Tommy had convinced his gorgeous wife to fuck the old Coach, and he doesn’t even have the decency to get the job done.
And what’s with Coach, anyway? For the first time, he hadn’t followed his pussy-is-pussy philosophy. Instead he had fallen for the notoriety of this Marilyn chick. She worked at the network. Yeah, for like 15 minutes. So what!
Tommy looked at Kristen. Her arms were crossed, her jaw was tight, and her eyes were flashing. She was steaming mad and still the most magnificent woman in the world. Who wouldn’t pick Kristen over … well … anyone?
“I’m driving you to Bryan’s. He can give you what you need. I want you to sleep with him. If you want to. No pressure.”
“Jesus, Tommy,” she snapped. “Is there anything you won’t do to quench your fucking kink?”
“No, I mean it,” he whined. “This was all my fault. I know. Coach is not for us and never was. But Bryan loves you. Worships you.”
Kristin smiled. Just a little one. “He does, doesn’t he?”
“I apologize for putting you in that situation back there. I know it’s not what you wanted. Do you want to stop all together?” he asked, fearing the answer.
“No. I don’t think I could if I wanted to. I tried after we got married. I feel more alive when I have multiple lovers.”
“Are we done with Coach?”
“Hell, yes. He doesn’t give a fuck about me. I’m not wasting any more thoughts on that toxic asshole.”
“Do you want to see Bryan? I know you love him, too.” He looked so very sad at that moment.
She cupped her husband’s face with her hand. “I love you, too. It’s just that I don’t think love is mutually exclusive. You have to know that your wife is not a monogamous person. But then, I don’t think you really want me to be one.”
He just nodded and glanced over at his wife. She was smiling at him in a maternal way, but her person in every other way was not so. Her tiny robe was open and her breasts were only semi contained by her tiny red babydoll. In fact, the perfect pink nipple of her right breast was exposed. He felt his cock begin to harden.
She slid her hand down his neck to his shoulder across his arm to where it rested on his leg only an inch from his cock which was rapidly inflating.
“Don’t feel bad, baby. This is just the beginning, and it will have some great benefits for you.” Tommy felt her hand begin to move towards his dick. Her sweet fingers caressed it and gently rubbed it.
“If you take me to Daddy, maybe he’ll let you watch him fuck his baby girl. You’ve only seen us together the one time, and that was on video. Do you remember that?”
“Uuummmm.”
“Wouldn’t you like to see us live?”
“Yyeeesss.”
“He’s got a nice thick cock you know. A man’s cock. Strong. Powerful. And he knows what to do, baby. He’s no little boy.” She began unzipping his pants.
“Like me, you mean.”
“If the shoe fits.” She freed his dick from his jeans.
“Oh fuck. I missed your touch.”
“I thought you didn’t want to touch. I thought just watching was your thing now.” She gently stroked him with two fingers. “Daddy’s going to fuck me so good, baby. He’s going to fuck your pretty young wife with his big old cock.” She was stroking faster now.
“Oohhhh, fuuuck!”
“But be prepared, honey. He likes to remind me how much bigger he is than you. Sometimes … he’s not very nice to you.”
“Mmmmmm.”
“Do you like that? Are you thinking about big old Daddy pounding that huge thick cock farther inside me than you ever have while making me say he’s better than you are, that he’s bigger than you are … making me tell the truth?”
“Ggoooddddaaaammmnnnniiitt.”
“And I’m going to tell him all the truth, baby. That I need his big cock. How much I love it. How much I love him. I will beg him to put his baby inside me.”
“Fuuuccckkk mmeeeeee!” Tommy said as he jerked and his little cock spurted onto his leg, leaving a wet spot on the denim material. How he kept the car on the road, he had no idea.
“See baby, you’re gonna love it,” Kristen laughed.
—–
Bryan was sitting in his dark house nursing his third whiskey and wishing he could be with his lover. He knew in his heart that he would never give up on Kristen, but this was still damn hard. How was he going to convince her? When would she get it through her pretty stubborn head? Or would she just keep looking for stupid big-dicked Neanderthal football types?
The doorbell rang. Who the fuck is that?
He didn’t immediately move. In fact, the bell rang a great number of times. Eventually, he saw a female shadow in the shaded glass of his back door.
“Bryan! Open the door,” Kristen shouted. Fuck. What is she doing here?
“Bryan! Let me in.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. He stood on shaky legs, walked to the door and pulled the shade back. He just looked at her. She was dressed for a seduction.
“Let me in, baby. You were right about everything, and I want to be your baby girl. Exclusively, from now on.”
He stopped. He waited for something else. The ‘but’ that always came, yet she just looked at him through the glass and smiled. That fucking smile just slayed him.
“Did you hear me, Daddy. I’m yours.” She was pulling his strings like a goddamn puppet master. Why did this feel like a scene from a bad romcom?
Bryan reached for the latch, popped it open, and backed into the living room. He turned expecting her to fall into his arms. However, she went to the front door and opened it … to let in her fucking husband.
“What the fuck is this? Why is he here?”
“We came to say something together. Both of us. We went over to Coach’s place tonight. It was a stupid thing to do. I let Tommy talk me into it. Nothing happened because Coach is an asshole, but the good thing is that I’m done with him forever.”
“Well as glad as I am that you figured out what a piece of shit Coach is, why is the dumbass kid here. This doesn’t look like an exclusive deal for me.”
“Now be nice, Bryan, and remember that you promised to share. Tommy is here because he is ready to share, too.”
“Ok,” he said in a resigned way.
“Tommy understands that you will be my man, my main man, don’t you, Tommy.” Everyone looked his way, and he nodded.
“Tommy just wants to watch,” she said. “That’s his thing and his only stipulation.”
“What about your mother? She has been your primary sticking point where I am concerned up till now.”
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
“Ahhh. So, we sneak around.”
“Yes. We can figure out how to do that, I’m sure. I don’t have all the details, but this is what you want, what I want and what Tommy wants.”
Bryan turned to Tommy. “And you agreed to this? You’re conceding your rights as a husband to me?”
“Well, just for sex. As long as I get the chance to watch … you two … together.”
“Bryan. Are you willing to share me with Tommy?” Kristen asked. Silence filled the room, as Kristen held her breath.
“We have to talk about the living arrangements,” Bryan said. “I love you and want to be with you, Kristen.”
“I know, baby. I love you, too. We can make it work.”
——-
Sunday mornings in bed with her man were Kristen’s absolute favorite. She wrapped her naked body around his back feeling all the comfort and security that his powerful body contained.
She reached down into his boxers and felt for his cock. “Does Daddy want to play with baby girl this morning?” she whispered in his ear. He shrugged and grunted something she didn’t understand.
She could smell something good cooking as pots and utensils were being banged around in the kitchen. There wouldn’t be much time for playing around this morning.
She rubbed his cock paying particular attention to the sensitive corona.
“Your baby girl needs this big old monster, Daddy. Can you give her a quick tumble before breakfast or did I wear your old bones out last night?”
“Your fucking killing me, girl,” Bryan mumbled, half asleep.
She promised that they would manage their lifestyle, and they had. They sold their houses and moved into a brand new subdivision, so they could get adjacent homes.
Daddy now slipped through the fence on a daily basis. Ground rules had been established to protect her mom and Tommy’s family. There had been some hiccups, but mostly it was working well.
At least she thought so. Bryan seemed satisfied, and he should be as much as he was getting! Of course he always wanted more. He wanted all of her, but that was impossible.
He pushed the boundaries every chance he got. She had to continually admonish him for taking some liberty or suggesting some public display of affection. Yet, she liked that he tried, that he never got enough of her. It boded well for the future.
Tommy, on the other hand, was still getting used to the new arrangement and she wasn’t sure he would ever become completely comfortable with Daddy running roughshod over him.
It was too bad that Tommy was not always around when Bryan and Kristen decided to hump like two horny kids. Her husband had already caught them once in the shower and another time at Bryan’s house. But what could they do? Sometimes, the time is just right.
Yet, Tommy certainly seemed to enjoy himself most of the time while in watch mode. He now had his own comfortable chair in the corner of the bedroom where he could see all the action with an unobstructed view. Bryan jokingly called it his cuck chair.
Last night, she’d looked over at Tommy during a lull in the action and seen him lounging in his corner chair with his eyes shut tight, his head thrown back, and a spent dick tightly clutched in his hand. At that moment, she thanked the heavens that she had been spared a lifetime of nights with that little thing alone. She would have eventually run mad.
Kristen could feel that Bryan was now fully at attention, so she ducked under the covers. No longer groggy, he was now fully awake.
A hundred times of imagining what it would be like to have his lovely girl’s mouth on his cock when he first woke in the morning had not been adequate preparation for the real thing. Since they had delivered on their new arrangement, he had woken up with her many times. However, this was the first time she’d awakened him in such an incredibly rousing way.
“Aaahhhh… God, baby. That’s so good!”
He was completely at her mercy. He reached for her blonde head and braced himself while she closed her lips around the tip of his cock and slid them down, until his whole stiff shaft was deep in her hot, loving mouth.
“Christ.. oh, God! I may never get used to that!”
After a lifetime of feeling like he was playing second-string to guys like Coach, at last he felt second to no one. He had never experienced the sense of power that came to him with the heavenly feeling of this beauty’s warm mouth wrapped around his cock. Bryan was beginning to understand what it meant to command the affection of woman.
It seemed unbelievable that a beautiful goddess like Kristen would share a bed with him. He had always been the geek, the bookworm, the academic. Now he was The Man.
She was actually starting to move her mouth back and forth along his cock. Soft moans were bubbling from the back of her throat, telling him how much she was enjoying her sexual service to her man.
His eyes locked with Kristen’s as her pink lips moved along his glistening cock. Her eyes were cloudy with passion, but he could tell she was trying to smile at him. He tried to smile back, but his smile morphed into an expression of lust.
Watching the undisguised arousal in Daddy’s face made Kristen want to do everything she could to make these moments unforgettable for him. While her lips nibbled his steel-hard shaft, her tongue darted out to stab the rubbery flesh, to stimulate him when and where he was least expecting it.
She loved to hear his surprised moans of wonder. It made her wetter, just to hear him, and to feel his cock throb between her lips.
She felt Bryan grabbing a tighter hold in her hair as he struggled to control himself. The thought of the hot load he was fighting back made her shiver with passion. She wanted to feel him filling her mouth with thick cum. She wanted to service him totally — to swallow every last drop.
For a moment, her mouth abandoned the cock, and she gazed up at him wantonly.
“Oh, Daddy! It turns me on so much to suck your big cock again. I’ve wanted Tommy to see it for so long. I know it’s wrong to cheat on him… but you’re so much more manly!”
Her mouth engulfed his cock again. Her tongue stabbed his cock hole and swooped up a thick drop of fluid. She groaned and slid her lips back down to the base of his cock. The bobbing rhythm went on and on. She worked faster now, displaying the extent of her arousal.
This moment was better than any of those hundreds of dreams Bryan had while they were separated. The woman he desired most in all the world right from the first moment he saw her, had just told him that he had the same effect on her. Nothing anybody had ever said had ever done so much for the man’s self esteem.
“Fuck, baby, suck my cock. Do it for Daddy!”
It had always thrilled him to order the beautiful younger woman to service his many needs. It made his balls throb with desire and his heart beat faster. Bryan had never been happier or more fulfilled in his entire life.
He started to shove his cock up into Kristen ‘s mouth in long impaling strokes. Watching her gag and choke to try to keep up with him only made him all the more crazed in his lust. He hardly knew how it happened, but suddenly he was feeding the blonde beauty a thick mouthful of cum.
“Fucking Christ … I’m cuming!”
He held her face while she struggled to swallow down jet after jet of his exploding jism. Bryan grunted and jerked, and was so absorbed in the sensation shooting through him that he had little chance to appreciate the eagerness with which the blonde sucked up his juices.
She slurped until she was completely sure she had it all. Even then, she continued to suck lightly on his shrinking dick. Although her cunt was still hot and wet with excitement, she had the satisfaction of giving him an earth-shattering orgasm.
Bryan was still watching Kristen’s eyes as her lips rose up and descended down his length. That’s when Tommy chose to burst into the room with a completely full tray of breakfast food. He immediately saw what was happening in the room.
“Hey, you guys,” he whined. “You are supposed to wait for me. I went to make breakfast, and you just started without me.”
“Don’t blame me,” said Bryan with a smile, throwing his hands up in the air. “She just can’t keep her hands off me.”
“Sorry, Tommy,” said a completely unapologetic Kristen from below the blankets.
Tommy could not believe his eyes. It was as if he had suddenly walked in on a live enactment of his most forbidden fantasy. And it was over. They had not waited for him yet again.
——–
It was the same hotel in which the young couple was married. It was also the second anniversary of that blessed occasion.
“Why are we here, Kristen,” Bryan said looking around the hotel room, then at Kristen and over to the corner, where Tommy stood almost shaking. “Tommy wants to know.” Her husband’s mouth was hanging open at the scene before him.
“Why this room? And why are you sitting on this king size bed in your wedding dress? You look beautiful by the way.”
“Thank you, Daddy. Well, we are returning to the scene of the crime,” she giggled. “Reenacting it, actually, since Tommy missed it the first time.”
“Does Tommy Boy even know about the crime?”
“I don’t always tell him everything. It’s good to keep a husband guessing,” she said with a smile in his direction.
“As I remember, he was downstairs looking for you, while you where right here letting me be the first man to fuck his brand new wife.”
“That’s true.” She was smiling at Tommy, fully enjoying this little game. He looked unsure of himself, but then he often did these days.
“To you it was a goodbye, to me it was a see-you-later. Who was right?”
“You were, Daddy.”
“That day was a bit rushed, don’t you think. I think we’ll do it right this time. What do you say?”
“I agree. We could have done better back then. We were in a hurry and a little drunk,” Kristen admitted. Bryan pulled her to her feet, they embraced and kissed passionately. Their hands were everywhere at once. Tommy could feel himself harden at the sight.
“I’m really gonna mess up your makeup this time.”
“Please do.”
Tommy watched as his wife kissed her former stepfather the way only a husband should. She was spearing her tongue into his mouth and moaning. Kristen’s body shivered as Bryan’s hands moved down over her satin-covered ass.
Tommy’s hand drifted to the bulge in his jeans, and he rubbed it aggressively.
“Mmmmmm, Daddy. I love you soooo much.” She wrapped herself around Bryan and actually pushed him up against the wall. She was on fire.
Being submissive was not the MO for the high school principal. He took charge, lifting her up and dropping her on the bed. He dove under her thick dress and struggled to find the correct path to that maze..
“This never gets easier,” he joked while throwing white material up in the air, and she laughed. But her giggle was stifled by a moan when he finally found his way.
“Ooohhhhh, Daaaaddddyy! Oohhhhh! Riiiiight therrrrrrrre.” Tommy couldn’t see what Bryan was doing, but he could hear him sloppily licking Kristen’s pussy. “Oooohhh Lord, Daddy,” she gasped through parted lips, “Love me. Love me to death.”
“I want to, darling,” came the muffled response from the sea of white fluff.
“Take your time, baby. Just love me.”
She reached around in back of his neck and pulled his head down, mashing his mouth to her pussy.
God, thought Tommy, this is not like with Coach at all. Kristen and Bryan are making love! Were they always like this, he wondered. She had never registered this level of passion with him either.
Her lover’s hands continued rummaging over her magnificent body as he ate her. He ran one hand up to her bodice which he pulled down forcefully. Her magnificent breasts popped into view. That blind hand found them and roughly devoured her flesh, squeezing and shaking the big firm ripe breasts. He crushed their soft resiliency in his hands, kneading and pulling at them.
“Ooohhh, baaabbbby. Touch me. Take me.” Her head was thrashing back and forth, her eyes lidded with pleasure. Her passion spurred an equal response from both men. Bryan redoubled his noisy oral attention, while Tommy beat his little cock harder.
Bryan’s head popped out from under the frothy fabric, and he watched her for a moment while one hand continued to rub her pussy and the other worked over her boobs.
“Do you want more, baby?” he asked.
“Yeeeeesssss!”
He slithering on top of her heated body as he reached down on both sides to draw her unresisting thighs up the sides of his hips until the whole of her throbbing wet slit was presented open to him in a soft glistening oval.
He leaned forward and captured one of her small pink nipples in his warm mouth. He drew it in, slurping it with his tongue and savoring the taste of her skin. Then he did the same with the other breast. Never had God made so fine a pair. They called out for his worship.
He held them waiting there while loving her breasts for one long, torturous moment, then reached down to insert himself. But then he had an idea — the need to find out if she was really his at last — and he whispered hoarsely: “Put it in for me!”
Bryan let his breath out slowly in a long sigh of relief as her hand came burrowing down without hesitation between their tightly positioned bodies, her delicate warm fingers closing snugly around his big rigid shaft. Her thumb and forefinger tightened around the throbbing head, guiding it gently into the wet, fleshy folds of her vagina.
It was all he could do to hold himself back from lunging forward to sink the whole of his hardness with one mighty plunge into her quivering depths.
Yet he waited for a further sign from her. She needed it now, that was obvious, and that was what he had always wanted from her. It was almost ecstasy to torture them both with this excruciating delay.
“What should I do, Kristen?” he whispered. “What do you want?”
She looked up at him in confusion, lifting her head up off the mattress, pressing her magnificent massive breasts together in an alluring display. And that was when he decided to fuck them.
Kristen was agonizingly aware of Bryan’s form above her, of his big cock teasing at the edges of her young cunt. Why didn’t he ram it in? Her legs and loins were wide open, waiting for him. Her face was contorted with pleasure, and her lips were parted to allow small, wispy moans.
Bryan’s eyes fastened on her big firm tits swaying gently to the sides and quivering slightly with each gasp. Was there ever a more magnificent set of tits? He moved forward up over her chest to straddle her body and shove his cock into the deep cleft he made by pushing those two warm mounds together.
Tommy watched as Bryan began an easy rocking movement, thrusting his whole shaft through the warm soft channel formed by the young wife’s perfect breasts. As he pushed, the angry red head of his cock appeared at the far end and brushed gently against her chin, leaving a small trace of precum each time.
Bryan continued this slow rocking motion between her tightly held breasts for several minutes while tweaking her stiffened nipples and rubbing
them over the top of his hardness.
At the same time Tommy watched his gorgeous blonde wife to see what effect this was having on her. Kristen’s nostrils flared as she excitedly struggled for breath. Her pelvis and buttocks writhed with desire on the bed, her thighs kicking out reflexively and then drawing back as if searching for some unseen lover to fill them. Her full red lips were murmuring unintelligible nothings thick with lust. And Bryan decided to fuck them, too.
Grunting anxiously, he moved up slightly so that his knees were on either side of her swan-like neck, his new position presenting her with a tight view of his throbbing cock. His sperm-swollen balls lay softly against her moistened chin, and her breasts were squashed beneath his heavy ass.
He lightly slapped his heavy shaft against her chin and her cheeks, eliciting an excited moan from his young lover.
He placed both his hands gently beneath her head and lifted it up so that her face and heavily lipsticked mouth were directly in front of the cock tip. He inched his hips forward, rolling on the voluptuous cushion of her breasts. He groaned as the moist softness of her lips brushed gently against
his hypersensitive cock-head. Kristin opened her mouth and she lapped hungrily at his cock with her tongue.
“Uh… uh… oh, Kristen… darling …” he said, as his head strained backward with a groan. The rounded oval of her lips enclosed the tightly stretched skin of his cock and moved slowly downward… she
swiped her tongue around and around, making his rod jump and jerk in the
furnace like heat of her mouth. Her lips were soft, smooth and warm, every man’s dream. She surrounded his cock with warm saliva and the tender inner flesh of her soft mouth and tongue. Holding his hands on either side of her hollowing cheeks, he pressed inward with a long, low moan.
He flexed his hips in and out with his hands tangled in her long yellow hair as her yielding mouth became a hungry sheath for him.
Tommy was astonished when Bryan pulled his cock free of that sucking mouth and started to lift himself off of Kristen. How could he stop? It was obvious that she didn’t want to let go of his rigid member.
My God, she sucks like an expert now!
Kristen’s her head fell back on the pillow, her long blonde hair fanning around
her face like a halo as Bryan worked feverishly to remove her gown.
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at Bryan with deep affection. He was her man, and she loved him. And now they’d had the chance of making a new start.Through smoky eyes, she pleaded with a passionate whisper: “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me like a bitch with your great big cock.”
Her words made his dick jerk madly. The older man wasted no time turning her over onto her stomach and stuffing two pillows beneath her hips, raising her ass-cheeks to the perfect height. He slapped them triumphantly, first one and then the other.
“Tell your husband what you want, Kristen. He wants to know.”
“To fuck. I wanna get fucked like your bitch, Daddy.”
His fingers found her drenched cunt, and it
wasn’t long before he was sawing in and out of her with two, then three fingers, as Kristen moaned with ecstatic delirium.
A lust-crazed Bryan positioned his big engorged cock between her thighs, which were wet with her dripping secretions. He paused momentarily, holding her pussy lips open with his fingers, then with
one long, smooth stroke, he slipped his cock upward into place.
“Aarrggggghhhhh ooooooooh, Daaaaddddyyyy…” she purred, working her ass furiously to capture his thrusting rod. The smooth wet walls of her pussy clamped around him.
“Oooohhhhhhhh,” she crooned deliriously as he skewered her pussy. Kristen groaned incessantly now as her desire-driven lover fucked madly
into her gripping passage, gritting his teeth with lust, and her body cooperated with wild abandon.
“Who fucks your best, baby?”
“Ggoooooodd, Daaaaddddyyy, yoouu fuuuccckk mmeeee beeesssssttt!” she moaned. Her cunt rippled with waves of pleasure unlike anything she had ever experienced before, better even than with Coach.
“What about Tommy?”
“Heeee … caaaan’t … tooooooo ssmmall … tinyyyyy diicckkkkk!”
Tommy watched her face twisted with passion, nostrils flared, forehead glistened with perspiration, disheveled blonde
hair tossed all over.
“You want my cock, baby?” her lover roared. “Is it better than Tommy’s?”
“Jesusssssss, yessssssss, Bryan,” she hissed raspingly as he fucked her with increasing urgency. The feeling in her cunt was building and building and forcing her into the greatest orgasm of her young life.
Bryan pushed forward with all the strength in his muscular old hips and thighs, feeling her pussy clasping his cock snugly in its grip.
“I’m gonna put my baby in you tonight, Kristen. You’re gonna have my baby in tomorrow.”
“Fuck yyeeeeessssssss… baabbbyy! Fuck me, Bryan! Ram it in… ah, like that… KNOCK ME UP!”
Smacking wet sounds resounded throughout the hotel room with each
satisfying, pile-driving thrust. Bryan’s neck strained as his hands moved down to milk her big dancing breasts swinging beneath. His hands drifted lower into her soft, passion-soaked pubic triangle to tease at the soft wet lips of her cunt and her hotly aroused clit.
This made her gasp and cry out even louder, and she bucked like a wild runaway horse, unable to control her involuntary reflexes. And still her stretched pussy clung in a death grip around his bursting cock.
“Deeper darling!” she pleaded in an anguished voice. “Cum in my womb. Knock me up, Daddy!” She could feel her orgasm thundering toward her from the distance with a mighty roar. She waved her buttocks voluptuously around, helping him to spiral in and out of her. “OH! OH! OH! I’M CUMMING! DADDY! OH!”
She suddenly emitted a high-pitched whine and struggled backward,
increasing the tension desperately. Her body arched as she buried her face in the pillow. Then her pelvis jerked and her entire body shuddered from head to toe as his magical cock finally touched off a shower of orgasmic shockwaves deep in her spasming belly.
Bryan grabbed the tightly clenched cheeks of her ass, his eyes wide with lust. This was it. His beautiful blonde goddess had at last given herself to him completely! Great gasps of passion broke from his parched throat. “Oh, honey!” he rasped, increasing the viciousness of his pummeling until his balls were slapping her clit like a paddle, driving his cock up as high as it would go into her.
He felt himself cumming and wrapped his arms around her belly, resting
the side of his face on her back and fucking hell-bent-for-leather.
And then he was there! Madly, unforgettably! With a deep, whooshing intake of breath, he felt his scrotum convulse and shoot great streams of scalding sperm high up into the liquid depths of her womb.
“Argggghhhhaaaaaaahhhh…”
Their groans and sighs echoed around the walls of the room, their sex-exhausted bodies clamped tightly together. By the time they returned to earth, they lay still, locked in an embrace of love seemingly forever.
“Tell Tommy how good that was, Kristen.”
She obediently turned her head to her husband. “Oh, baby. Daddy fucked me so good. Did you see it? Did you have a good view? It was the best anniversary fuck ever.”
Finally, Tommy watched Bryan roll off his young panting wife’s perspiration-covered body, which was still shivering in the aftermath of their lust. Tenderly, Bryan drew the blanket up over her, to keep her warm.
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered.
“I love you, too, baby.”
Epilogue
It was a close game won by a late field goal, 38-35. The home team had now lost two of their first four games and the defense was being blamed. The town had high hopes of a great season and even a state championship, but that was all but lost now. No one could remember the last time the team’s defense had been so bad.
Kristen descended the bleachers with Tommy and Bryan when Coach came up to them. He had eyes locked onto Kristen.
“Can we talk?” he asked her.
“I don’t think so,” Bryan said. “Go tend to your players. They need your words of wisdom right now.”
“Yeah,” said Tommy. “The boys must feel awful about that performance. Truly pathetic”
“I got this,” Kristen said, holding the arms of both Bryan and Tommy lest things get heated. She stepped to the side with Coach, keeping her distance from him.
“What do you want?”
“Marilyn left. Gone to a bigger market.” The rumor around town was that they had a huge fight, and she left because of that, as well as some friction at work. Apparently, the woman was quite volatile. What a shocker.
“I could care less,” Kristen said.
“I’m telling you because I’m free now.”
“Again, I could care less.”
“Come on. You don’t miss me? You don’t miss it?”
“Cock is cock, Coach. One is pretty much like another. Though, I learned from the man I’m with now that just because you have a big dick doesn’t mean you have to be a big prick. And the fact that he treats me right is why he gets everything he wants from me. And I mean everything.” She gave Coach a quick pat on the ass to make the point.
“Come on, baby. You know you want it.”
“Goodbye Coach, and good luck with the team. Looks like you’re going to need it.”
She turned and walked away towards her waiting men, her hand drifted as it often did these days to her slightly growing belly. When she reached the guys, she turned, gave a watching Coach one last look, took Bryan by the hand and walked between the men to the parking lot.