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Coach's Conquests Ch. 01

By: MrDean70



1 

Bret Harris was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. It didn't look it from the final score, but the 46-20 Lakeville victory on this Friday night was far more hard-fought than anyone expected. Down 12-0 early and snake-bitten, Lakeville had simply worn out the opponent, taking an 18-12 halftime lead and slowly extending it to 46-12 with time running out. A last-minute score by the home team had created the final score.

Harris, in his first year as varsity coach at Lakeville, relaxed and slumped down in the third seat of the yellow school bus that would take the Raiders the 2 1/2 hours home. The trip to Elk River was the longest of the season; the coach was happy it was in August and early in the season before the winding roads leading into the tiny town of Elk River became icy and treacherous.

Bret picked the third seat of the school bus for reasons only obvious to him: It left plenty of room between he and the bus driver, and Bret had learned after several years of coaching high school athletics that bus drivers tended to be very talkative, no matter if it was on the way to or from a game. There were times when a head coach would rather have time to himself. Secondly, the forward lights of the school bus, kept illuminated by some drivers, shone brightly over the first row of seats and brightly enough over the second row to keep those passengers awake. In the third row, it was dark. And so rows one and two were generally kept open for extra equipment that would not fit in the compartments under the bus. On this night, they were filled with water bottles, extra helmets and the bus driver's empty lunch box.

Row four was generally empty -- no one wanted to sit near a teacher/coach -- and from there on back, the hierarchy was assistant coaches, cheerleaders, managers and players (freshmen in the front on back to seniors). As Bret took a long drink of a soda, the managers, lone assistant coach and cheerleaders began filing on. It was easy to smile at the students after this season-opening win -- Coach Harris wasn't always in this kind of a mood. But it was his first game as coach of the Raiders, and with the pressure put on by the locals, any win was a good win, even if the townsfolk had told the coach before the game his team should win by 50.

Bret was a late edition to the Lakeville teaching and coaching staff. He moved to town in July and immediately became acquainted with as many people as he could. He worked for a couple farmers while waiting for school to begin, and he invited students and parents alike to football practice even before the first day of school just so he could meet as many people as possible. They seemed to like the 32-year-old. He was 6-2, about 195, and was clean-shaven with brown hair. He'd played small college football but was known as a "tweener." He'd had enough success to get a sniff of pro ball, but when the time came, he didn't cut it. He had decided to get his teaching certificate and pass on what he knew about football to kids.

"Nice game, coach," said a pleasant voice. By the time Bret looked up from the stat sheet he was studying, the female on the end of that voice had passed on by. He turned and looked and was fairly certain it was Monique, an 18-year-old cheerleader, one of the seniors on the squad. At this small of a school where barely 100 kids were enrolled in grades 9-12, the six cheerleaders came from all four high school grades. But he was almost certain it was Monique. Since the bus was warming up, all internal lights were on, and when Bret turned to watch the cheerleader head to the back, he was certain it was her ass and her legs he was watching swaying the other way. When she turned and flashed that smile -- the same smile she had flashed numerous times since they had met only two weeks ago -- he knew it was Monique Sellars.

He received all kinds of greetings in the next several minutes -- from managers to cheerleaders to players -- but none was as personal as Monique's. Or so the coach thought. And hoped. He repeatedly turned toward the back to locate Monique -- he wanted to know where she sat, whom she sat with. School rules prohibited boys and girls from sitting next to each other on bus trips, but once the lights went out, who knew what happened in the darkness of the bus? Especially on a 2 1/2-hour bus ride home. When everyone was loaded on the bus and ready to go, the coach stood up and addressed the students.

"This is something I do before we head home," Bret said. "It's something a former coach of mine used to do, and I decided I'd do the same thing. I want to take just a quick minute to tell you how happy I am with the way we played, with the way we conducted ourselves on and off the field tonight." He shot a quick glance at Monique, whose eyes were fixed on his. "This isn't just about the players on the field," he said. "This is about those players that didn't get to play very much, the managers, the cheerleaders, even our bus driver. You all conducted yourself in the best manner possible. I'm proud to be associated with you and Lakeville. You should be proud, too. And the fact that we won doesn't hurt either." As the coach smiled, a roar went up from the bus. Lakeville was 1-0; the world was good.

Monique flashed that toothy smile at Bret. He flashed one back. "Great speech, Coach," the bus driver yelled over his shoulder as he rolled out of the parking lot. "You've created a new tradition here with that. Hope you keep it up."

As it turned out, Bret had made the entire thing up. A coach of his had never addressed the students like that. A coach of his had never told him that he conducted himself in a proper manner. A coach of his had never praised the managers and cheerleaders. As it turned out, Bret simply wanted to stand up and see the gorgeous 18-year-old one more time before the bus left for home. 

To Be Continued... 

Coach's Conquests Ch. 02



2

It didn't take long for the majority of those on board the bus to fall asleep. The hard-hitting game had taken its toll, and sleep was the perfect remedy at this point.

Bret Harris wasn't tired. Aside from the excitement of capturing his first victory at Lakeville, he was distracted by the allure of Monique Sellars, just a few rows behind him.

He wondered if she was asleep. He wondered if she had curled up with a player, perhaps the quarterback, in the dark quarters of the bus. He imagined her tongue in the mouth of one of the players. Then it became his mouth. His cock started to swell. Trying to take his mind off her and her short cheerleading skirt, he pulled out a pen/flashlight and began going over the statistics of the game. He jotted down notes on a yellow legal pad. "Simmons has to be patient on the sweep...read his blocks, then attack," the coach wrote. "Stay in bounds late in the game to keep the clock running...don't run out just to conserve your body...stay in bounds and take a hit for the team," he wrote.

Suddenly, a student was leaning over him, reading over his shoulder. It jolted him out of thinking about football and sweeps and blitzes. "Does it look as good on paper as it did out on the field?" the student asked. Bret Harris looked over, smiled, and replied, "Let's just say I'm happy with the outcome of tonight." Monique Sellars smiled back.

"What do all these numbers mean?" the5-foot-7, 118-pound cheerleader with brown hair asked. She was still wearing her cheerleading uniform. While the players had showered and changed into street clothes for the way home, the cheerleaders usually stayed in their uniforms. She had taken off her Lakeville Raider Cheerleading jacket, and she stood in the aisle next to Bret now, wearing her tight white sweater with black and silver trim and short white skirt with a black and silver hem. She wore white socks and white tennis shoes.

Before the coach could respond, she sat down next to him, making herself more comfortable on the seat by scooting closer to the coach. Bret, nervous just for a moment, sneaked a peak behind him and then took a quick look at the bus driver. "Don't worry, they're all asleep," Monique said, reading his mind. "And Benny?" She motioned toward the 300-pound bus driver, whose eyes remained fixated on the road. "His mind is only on one thing, Coach: getting home to watch his porn." Bret thought about the last comment Monique made and considered responding then decided to let it go with only an evil smile.

"Well," the coach said, returning to his statistics. "This number is yards we gained running the ball and this over here is passing yards. The problem is they don't add up to the total yards, which are listed over here." The cheerleader scooted even closer. "Let me take a look -- math is one of my finer qualities," she said, smiling. "Just one of many, I'm sure," the coach shot back. Monique gave his leg a pinch. Bret returned the favor, high on the thigh. Bret and Monique begin trying to add up figures with the pen light as their only source of illumination. Their legs brushed together, and Bret couldn't help but notice the smooth, sexy legs Monique possessed. Bret wore gray slick nylon-material pants, a white polo shirt and a black vest with block letters "Lakeville Football" above the left breast.

As Monique was adding up some numbers, she suddenly jotted down, "You can't add worth a s---." To which Bret grabbed the pen and replied in script, "It's hard to add when your legs are right here." At that, Monique smiled, Bret smiled and the small talk and addition of numbers continued. As their legs continued to touch, neither seemed eager to separate his pants from her legs. And as her skirt hiked higher and higher up her thighs, she didn't seem anxious to hide what was about to appear: a hint of her sexy, lacy white panties. After finally getting the numbers to add up to the correct total, Monique grabbed the yellow legal pad and wrote, "There, I did it for you. What do I get now?"

The pen changed hands, into Bret's, and he replied, "For adding up this mess, whatever you want."

"Hmmmm," she scribbled hurriedly, "ANYTHING I want?"

"Well...," he wrote, and then checked the back of the bus again, just to make sure no one had woken up. By this time, the senior had wrestled the pen away from the coach, throwing her chest -- and her 34c breasts -- into his shoulder for emphasis. "I like your handwriting," Monique wrote this time.

"I like your skirt," Bret wrote.

"I'm glad you do," Monique scribbled. "Anything else?"

"Lots," the coach wrote. "Where do I start?"

To Be Continued... 



Coach's Conquests Ch. 03



3 

The adding of statistics had ceased; the jotting down of notes continued, each one more daring than the next.

"You like wearing sexy outfits?" the coached wrote. 

"I love it, and I love it when I get looked at...like you're looking at me now, and how you look at me in school," Monique wrote back. 

"Don't you feel like a slut?" Bret wrote. 

"I like to look -- and feel -- like a slut...sometimes," Monique wrote. 

As Monique wrote her latest note and flipped over the paper to continue, Bret's right hand grazed her knee. Seeing no objection, he began to massage her thigh, up and down, up and down. A soft moan, an "oooooo" escaped from the teenager's lips. Bret looked at her, only to see the outline of her tongue licking her lips. His cock grew. He felt it. She saw it. She smiled again. His hand had reached the hem of her skirt, and as he looked to see what she was writing, he saw that she had quit writing and was just doodling instead. She parted her legs a bit, giving him the opportunity to slide his hand further up. He took a quick look around and then leaned in to Monique, asking, "Should we continue this when we get back? Do you have a deadline to get home?" 

Monique only reaction at first was to grab Bret's hand and keep it under her skirt. He hadn't yet reached her panties but he was close. He could feel the warmth. If the sweater wasn't so thick he was sure he would be able to see nipples sticking through her bra. 

Then Monique whispered, "I have no deadlines, Coach. I'm a senior." 

With that, Bret shifted his left hand around her neck and braced it on the top of the seat directly behind her. And with his right hand, more specifically his right index finger, he went to work. He found her panties to be quite moist, not soaked, but certainly moist. He desperately wanted to kiss her, to taste her long, sexy tongue and her lip gloss right there, but he couldn't risk being caught. Monique continued to shine the light around her knees to the paper. She alertly picked up a stat sheet and shined the light on it, just in case someone might happen by. But there was little doubt if someone were to happen by, they'd see the coach with right index finger quickly getting moist from Monique's dripping pussy, and they'd see Monique, leaning back now, spreading her legs further and further apart and welcoming the coach's hard finger into her sex. 

His rhythm was good, steady, firm. He alternated between her rock hard clit and her wet pussy, driving it deep inside and then teasing her with it. He'd even pull out for seconds at a time, only to see the silhouette of her glaring at him and ordering him (without speaking, of course) to put it back in. He wanted to touch her breasts, even through the outside of the sweater. And he wanted to kiss her, play with her ass, do it all. But he knew there'd be time. After all, she didn't have a deadline. 

As he continued to bang her, the miles flew by. The final mile sign said 6 miles to Lakeville, and the coach had one goal in mind: get this horny teenage cheerleader off before the street lights of the town began waking people up. 

The steady finger fuck continued, with Monique at times holding both hands over her mouth to muffle the moans. He nibbled on her ears at times, his tongue darting in and out. He knew he was taking a chance, but his lust had overtaken his brain. She leaned in and told him she was close, so close, so damn fucking close, she said. "Don't stop now," she whispered. "Don't you dare stop now."

And he didn't. He kept going...at a faster...faster...faster pace. Finally, she writhed back and forth, trying to grind her sex against anything she could find, the seat, the notebook, the flashlight pen, his hand. But it didn't matter. She was getting off, and he was doing it to her. 

Finally, Bret placed his hand over her mouth so she could pull her sweater down over her skirt and catch her orgasm. Her panties now full, she slumped down...smiling...wickedly at him. He put a finger to his mouth, licked, and then put it to hers. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she whispered, and as she gathered herself for the short walk back to her seat, the cheerleader said simply, "Nice stats tonight, coach. Nice game."

To Be Continued...



Coach's Conquests Ch. 04



4 

Bret placed his Lakeville High School tote bag over his lap to hide the obvious erection. His nylon pants were not designed to hold his cock in place like jeans would. And after banging Monique for the last 45 minutes or so on the way home from the game, his cock was standing at attention -- and needed attention. He hoped Monique would help him with that very soon.

As the tired players, coaches, managers and cheerleaders filed out, he waited for Monique to pass. She did. Without a smile. Without a look. Not even a glance. In a way, he liked that. All the 32-year-old coach needed was an 18-year-old cheerleader walking by, busting with energy, smiling, winking and doing everything but verbally inviting him to fuck her later that night. She had put on her cheerleading pants and jacket -- the clothes the cheerleaders wore when it turned cold in the fall and it became too cold for skirts and sweaters. It was usually what they wore to and from games, as well. Bret was disappointed Monique had donned the pants.

As the bus came to a stop, the lights came on, illuminating everyone and everything in sight. He wouldn't have minded getting a glimpse of her tan, sexy legs as she swayed out of the bus. But, he hoped, there'd be a lot of viewing very soon.

Bret unlocked the school door and the players made their way to the locker room. The managers dumped the gear and most got into their cars and went home -- or to wherever the party was that night. 

To some, the sleep on the way home had made them ready for more sleep. To others, it was the nap they needed before going out and partying into all hours of the night. 

Running cars with fumes coming from the exhaust waited at the school. Parents, girlfriends, boyfriends or partiers who had either made the trip or listened to the game on the radio were there to meet their children or friends. Most of the players had their own vehicles. So did some of the cheerleaders. Monique drove a Jeep, hunter green with a gold top that was off because of the hot August night.

Bret drove a newer-model Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo, and it was parked around back near the coaches' entrance to the school. Neither was sure of the plan now. She had cum so forcefully and so close to town that she was in a hurry to get back to her original seat. What had been said? Bret thought. 

Didn't she whisper she wanted to fuck him and suck his cock and taste his cum? Didn't he moan back in agreement that he wanted his cock in her tight, young pussy? And his tongue in her hot, young mouth? Didn't he want to take that tight little cheerleading outfit off of her like he'd fantasized so many times?

He did, but he was beginning to wonder if any firm plans had been made. He sat in his office, pretending to go over stats but really he just read and re-read Monique's notes to him. "Are you hard?" one of them said. "I can see you're hard."

"You have incredibly sexy legs," he had written to her. There were others, but as he turned the page, trying to re-create in chronological order what had been written, he found that the words soon ended. That's when the finger fucking began. 

He was instantly hard again. He heard voices as the players left the locker room. He tried to listen to what was going on just outside in the cafeteria. Usually the after-game parties were planned on the bus on the way home, but it seemed the long game had taken its toll on everyone and they instantly went to sleep once boarding the bus. So perhaps the party was being planned right now. Bret heard someone mention the rock quarry, a lake, someone's basement. The coach thought he heard one of the players even mention the dugouts on the baseball field. He heard one female voice, but it wasn't Monique's. At least he didn't think it was. 

He waited until his cock's hardness disappeared, which was a long wait since he was anticipating being with Monique. He entered the cafeteria to see three football players, one manager and a cheerleader, Renee'. 

They quickly stopped talking when they saw him, gathered their belongings and headed out. He made a quick sweep through the locker room, the cafeteria and then upstairs to the parking lot. It was empty. Completely empty. Well, except for Jed Pullman's 1967 Mustang. It was parked in its usual place. Had been for 2 years. It didn't run.

Other than that, the lot was empty. No Jeep. No Monique. Disappointed, Bret returned to the locker room, hoping perhaps she'd parked around the corner and sneaked back into the school. He looked around, but didn't dare call out her name. She simply wasn't there. He grabbed his stat sheet and tote bag and quickly checked the phone, but there were no messages. She had gone to the party, wherever it was. He jumped in his Laredo and headed home, past the Pizza Palace, which was closed. It stayed open after home games, but after a long bus ride back, it didn't pay to keep it open for just a few players. 

He drove past the convenience store, seeing a few players, probably trying to talk someone into buying them some beer. It was 12:30 a.m. But there was no Monique. 

Maybe she got a better offer. She seemed like the type that probably fucked a lot of guys. Hell, she let the coach bang her in the bus on the way home. But she was between boyfriends, apparently. Either Bret's finger fucking her turned her on and she went to find someone to finish her off -- again -- or it wore her out and she headed home and to bed. But he remembered, she had said she didn't have a deadline. Hadn't she said that? Hadn't she?

Bret drove past the body shop where his other vehicle, a 1980 Chevy Pickup, sat outside, waiting to be worked on. Backing into that telephone pole hadn't done it any good. It was drivable, but during football season he didn't use it much so he figured he might as well get the tailgate fixed.

As he neared his house, headlights suddenly appeared in his rearview mirror. Shit, he thought. Why aren't the cops out looking for underage drinkers or partiers? Why were they waiting for him to go by? 

On second thought, he'd rather be stopped than have one of his star players stopped and arrested for under-age drinking. He slowed and let the police car get closer, closer.

Apparently the cop was getting his license number and calling it in before pulling him over. He was just a block away now, and he continued his journey home. No reason to pull over now, just keep going, Bret thought. Might as well get in the driveway and perhaps he'll let him off the hook for whatever offense he had committed. 

He didn't think he was speeding, but perhaps he was. Bret pulled onto his street and signaled into the driveway. The police car followed. Bret hit the garage door button and both doors opened, with two empty bays awaiting his one vehicle. With his pick-up in the shop, he had his choice, left or right. He chose left, as the police car followed into his driveway. And then, with a burst of speed, the police car bolted into the right bay of his garage. Startled, Bret looked over, wondering what in the hell was going on.

It wasn't a police car. It was a hunter green Jeep, with Monique at the wheel. At that, Bret hit the remote, and both doors began their decent to closure. 

To Be Continued...



Coach's Conquests Ch. 05



5

As Bret got out of his Jeep he shot a quick look toward Monique, who was talking on a cell phone. But the reception apparently wasn't good inside the garage and she was heading toward the side door of the building. She opened it and went outside, apparently not caring who might drive by and see her. Bret followed quickly, coming up behind Monique and guiding her behind some shrubs near the garage while he checked up and down the street. There was no activity. She quickly ended the conversation, and back inside the garage, relayed it to Bret: 

She had been talking to Renee', the other cheerleader Bret had seen in the cafeteria. Monique and Renee', friends since Monique moved to town in the 8th grade, had a standing agreement -- they covered for each other, often telling their respective parents they were staying at the other's house when in reality they were staying out all night, sometimes with men, sometimes at a party. 

On this occasion, Monique had stretched the rules. She told Renee' she was driving the 16 miles to Weston to renew acquaintances with Matt, a guy who was attending college there. For all she knew, Renee' had lied before, too. Monique was sure of one thing -- she wasn't about to let Renee', or anyone else, in on what was happening with the football coach. 

As he listened to the story Monique was telling Renee', Bret's cock grew to where it was pressing against his nylon pants. Monique was watching -- and she again flashed that toothy smile.

It didn't take long for Bret's cock to escape his pants. He gently pushed Monique against the front of her Jeep and his tongue instantly found hers -- outside of their mouths. Their lips eventually met in a long, hot, wet French kiss, the two exploring each other's mouths for the first time, this after he had already explored her pussy with his fingers on the bus earlier in the evening. 

Both sets of hands found their partner's ass, and caressing and massaging commenced. Tongues battled, moans escaped their lips, whispers ensued: "I was hoping it would end up like this," Monique gasped between flicks of her tongue on Bret's cheeks, chin and lips. "I was hoping I'd finally get to see your beautiful cock." 

"Yes, baby, you will," Bret replied, his fingers curling under the elastic of the panties of Monique's cheerleading outfit. He was grinding his cock into her groin area, his chest into hers, imagining sucking on her sexy tits. It would happen very soon. 

"Is there a bed or something in this place?" she asked, breaking away from Bret and pulling the white sweater over her head, tossing it into the front of her Jeep. 

"Plenty of them," Bret replied, "take your pick." 

As he fumbled for his keys and tried to unlock the door from the garage to the basement, she wrapped her hands around his waist and felt his cock for the first time -- through his pants, of course. 

"My God," she gasped, "you're ready, huh?"

"Oh, God, I've been ready for you for a long time, Monique." And with a click, the door was unlocked and the pair entered the house. 

Hand in hand, he led her through the basement, room to room, Bret fully clothed, Monique still in her shoes, shocks, cheerleading skirt and a sexy, lacy, white bra. 

Her nipples were pressing against the fabric, almost begging to get out. 

"Do you want the grand tour?" Bret asked. 

"Fuck," Monique replied. "I want to get to a room with a fucking bed in it." 

With that, Bret led her into a spare bedroom, still downstairs, shut the door and again thrust his tongue into her mouth. 

She answered his kiss with her tongue and her hands immediately sought out his cock. Pulling down his elastic-banded pants and shorts in one motion, his cock was finally free. She stayed at his face for a time, pinning him against the door, French kissing him madly, and then the senior cheerleader began her decent to her knees. She didn't need the bed now -- not yet. She needed the coach's cock -- in her mouth, between her breasts, and, eventually, in her flaming pussy. But for now, she would settle on pleasing him, as he'd pleased her a couple hours ago. 

As Bret kicked off his shoes and socks and pulled his shirt and vest off over his head, Monique tongued his navel. Her hands had a firm grasp on his hard, sexy ass as down she went. She removed one hand from his ass to corral his cock, guiding it to her sexy, lipstick-covered lips. She flicked her tongue at it, and then looked at him and smiled. He wasn't looking down. His eyes were closed, his head back, almost praying that nothing would interrupt his bliss. 

She French kissed his cock from base to tip and then again and again. At no time did she take the cock head into her mouth. Not yet. A droplet of come oozed from the tip of his purple-headed rod. He continued to moan. The cheerleader was now in charge -- and she knew it. Finally, finally, as an index finger probed his ass, she opened her mouth and guided his cock inside.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," was all she could say, not looking up now, but going to work instead. She was on her knees now, comfortable, her tits still encased in the bra, her pussy still in her panties, which were still covered by her skirt. There was something sexy, Bret thought, about being sucked off by a cheerleader still in uniform. She sucked his cock expertly for the next several minutes until she could feel him getting close. Then she had a decision to make -- where did she want his hot white juice? In her mouth? In her pussy? Her ass? All of the above? 

Monique thought quickly. She knew -- well, she hoped -- she'd have many more opportunities like this one, but this one was special. It was the first -- and she wanted it to be right. 

"Where do you wanna put it?" she asked him. 

"God, Monique, all over...just let me know," the coach pleaded. 

"Well," the sexy senior said, "for now, how about right in here." And with that she took him into her warm mouth. Her lips slid, wet, over the swollen ridges of his erection. Back and forth, up and down, French kissing the tip, the shaft and then taking the entire member into her mouth. It didn't take long from that point on. 

Monique and Bret made the pleasure last as long as they could until he began to come with a long anguished moan, and she opened her mouth even wider, not wanting a drop to escape. Bret thrust his cock into Monique's mouth faster and harder, provoking moans of pleasure as he swelled and hardened and burst and came. Hot white cum shot through his cock into her mouth, a tiny bit dribbling out of the side of her mouth. After swallowing all that originally was shot into the back of her mouth, Monique's long, sexy tongue licked what was left from her lips and chin. 

It was done -- Bret had pleased her on the bus; Monique had pleased him in his house. 

As Bret slumped down onto the carpet with his new lover, he remembered what she'd said earlier that night: "I have no deadlines, Coach. I'm a senior." 

Instantly, his cock started to grow once again. 

To Be Continued...



Coach's Conquests Ch. 06



6

"A Chevy C-60." 

"A Chevy C-60?" 

"A Chevy C-60." 

As he bumped and bounced along the rutted road toward the Gilbert Place cabin in his Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo, Bret Harris recalled the conversation he had with Rusty Barr, a long-time farmer who lived a mile and a quarter outside of Lakeville.

Barr needed a fill-in truck driver to help complete the harvest. As it turned out, Bret Harris was his man. When word got out around town that Barr was in need of a driver for the last couple days of his harvest after his wife became ill, Bret inquired to some of the locals as to what kind of equipment the farmers in the area used. 

When he found out the truck Barr owned was similar to one he had driven in college, a Chevy C-60 Series, Bret drove out to the Barr Place and found Rusty eating lunch near his broken-down combine.

"Good start you're off to this season, Coach," was how Barr greeted Bret. "What can I do for you?" 

Bret relayed the stories about driving truck in college to earn extra wages, and Barr seemed pleased that he might have an experienced farmhand on his hands. For the next three days (a Friday, Saturday and Sunday since Lakeville had a bye in Week Two), Bret drove Rusty Barr's C-60 in the field and to town and back, unloading spring wheat in the elevator while gazing at the female drivers in shorts and tank tops in other grain trucks and at the bikinis at the Lakeville City Pool. 

His payment? Money, of course, but something extra special in addition: The keys to Barr's cabin at the Gilbert Place, an out-of-the-way site in the mountains behind Lakeville, only accessible with 4-wheel drive vehicles, and only accessible from two roads -- the one Bret was on now and another similar, remote, narrow, single-rutted road that led to Sandcreek, some 20 miles away. But on these types of roads, 20 miles was a good two hours.

It had been two weeks since Bret had spent the night with Monique Sellars, his prize cheerleader. And while the pair had flirted in school and even talked on the phone at night, they had not been alone together since. They had agreed to play it cool -- they would have their time together.

Lakeville had played its second game of the season the night before, winning at Ford Junction 34-0. It was an uneventful game -- and an uneventful ride home, as well. Monique and Bret exchanged greetings and naughty looks when she came on the bus after the game, but nothing ensued. 

The coach had thought about inviting the cheerleader to the cabin, but then thought better of it. This wasn't his cabin. He had better not get in trouble with a student at someone else's cabin. All in good time, the coach thought. The sexy senior cheerleader had indeed been hot. They had fucked and sucked until 4 in the morning at which time Monique had to leave for her early-morning weekend job. They had pledged to do it again -- and again and again -- they just hadn't gotten the timing down right. 

The cabin at the Gilbert Place had a stove, a counter top, a table with four chairs and a small bedroom with a double bed. The outhouse was behind the cabin by 20 yards or so, and there was a small open area for the parking of vehicles. Rusty Barr used the cabin for hunting -- in the years when it was accessible. Lately, it had been. The rains that oftentimes pelted the area in September hadn't come for a couple years, and Rusty was able to utilize the cabin into October. 

On this September Saturday, it was unseasonably warm -- nearing 80 degrees. Bret had packed enough supplies for a single overnight trip, thinking he'd just relax, catch up on some reading, maybe hike the two miles further into the mountains to a small lake Barr had told him about. 

The fishing in the lake was good, Rusty Barr said, but Bret hadn't packed his fishing pole. Maybe another time. All he wanted to do this weekend was relax, reflect on the good season the Raiders were having, maybe drink some beer or whiskey and get refreshed for the remainder of the school year and the remainder of the season. 

Just ahead, a gate blocked further access, as Barr said it would. And it was a good thing the gate was there. Tire tracks were visible on either side of the road Bret was traveling. Obviously, someone -- or numerous someones -- had come up this road recently, looking to pass through the gate. Foiled by the padlock, they had turned around, but they had left their marks: Empty beer bottles and cans littered the area by the gate. Kids, Bret thought. 

After unlocking the padlock with the key Rusty had afforded him, it was back into the Jeep for the final 3/4 of a mile, which seemed like forever on roads like this. In fact, it wasn't really a road at all. Grass was growing up on both sides of two tire ruts and also in the middle. 

Definitely 4-wheel drive country. At last, the cabin appeared, and Bret sped off the trail onto the grassy clearing in front. He shut off the Jeep. There it would sit -- idle -- for the next two days until he headed back to Lakeville Sunday night. It didn't take long for the hot sun to rise above the trees and bake the cabin. Bret left both the front and back door open, hoping for a breeze, but all was still on this Saturday. Even the deer and elk Bret had seen while driving to the cabin had disappeared among the trees, searching for moisture and trying to stay cool. 

After devouring a sandwich he had made in the cabin, Bret changed into shorts and a muscle shirt, grabbed a miniature cooler full of beer and headed for the lake, a two-mile hike, according to Rusty Barr. The first mile or so was rough. There was a road leading back to the lake, Rusty had said, but it was overgrown with weeds and tall grass. 

Additionally, branches from nearby trees and overgrown bushes had nearly covered the road. Bret neared the place where the other nearly non-existent road, the one from Sandcreek, came in from the north. Strangely, the road seemed well traveled, or at least better traveled than the one he had been walking on. In fact, fresh tire tracks from what appeared to be a 4-wheel drive vehicle -- or maybe two vehicles -- could be seen. Perhaps more people knew about the back road and the lake than Rusty Barr thought. 

The coach continued his hike until he was barely 200 yards from the lake. Around the bend he went, and as the lake came into view, so did three 4-wheel drive vehicles, two pick-ups with short beds and a Ford Explorer. Beer cans were now strewn about the trail, and Bret could hear voices in the distance. As he moved closer, he ducked into the trees. He could still travel toward the lake this way, but he wouldn't be seen. He had found the party place -- or at least one of them. He thought only special occasions must be held here. 

This lake was 20 miles of rough sledding from Sandcreek -- and another 16 on the highway to Lakeville -- not necessarily a venue that high school kids would up and go to. No, this party had been planned, this party site discovered by someone, and either a very few select people had been invited or the bash was just beginning. Bret looked at his watch. It was high noon. He had found a high school kegger -- and in the middle of the day, too. 

To Be Continued... 



Coach's Conquests Ch. 07



7 

As the coach moved closer to the party, he decided to take another approach to the underage drinking that was going on: He'd confront them in plain sight instead of sneaking up on them. This, of course, would give some of them a chance to run, but if he appeared to be simply on a hike and not sneaking through the woods looking for minors in possession of alcohol, it might turn out better for all involved. 

He left the miniature cooler of beer near a well-marked log, stepped out of the bushes and back onto the road and approached the 20-or-so teenagers. He recognized only one: Tamica Roberts, a black girl who was a senior at Lakeville. She was extremely popular, having moved to Lakeville as a sophomore. Her popularity stemmed from a couple different sources: one, she was the only black person in school, and people went out of their way to be nice to her; and two, she was hot. 

She was probably 5-6 and very athletic. She starred on the volleyball and basketball teams at Lakeville, and although she wasn't a cheerleader, she was always rooting hard for her friends during competition. Tamica's wardrobe on this Saturday was similar to what she wore to school. In other words, she liked to show a lot of skin. She had never been sent home to put on additional clothes, but she had come close to crossing the line on several occasions. From her low-cut tank tops to her tight, tight T-shirts to her short skirts and dresses with slits up to the thigh, Tamica Roberts looked good -- and she knew she looked good. 

Today, she had donned a black tank top and black shorts, but Bret noticed something white tied behind her neck. He was hoping it was a bikini top. He imagined a tight white bikini on this black girl and for a moment found himself undressing her with his eyes. He didn't think the student had noticed -- she appeared to be the only one actually scared at this moment. Then again, she appeared to be the only Lakeville student at this party. Her hair, usually in cornrows at school, was tied up so her sexy neck was showing. 

When the coach was close enough to speak to those who hadn't run off into the woods, he stated casually, "You know you're on private property, don't you?" The question was addressed to no one in particular, but his eyes met Tamica's, and he could sense the fear in her. Basketball hadn't started yet, and this violation could land the senior off the team. 

"Didn't think it was anyone's property," responded a young male with a cute blonde on his arm. The male was probably a junior or senior in high school. Bret did not recognize him as a Lakeville student. The girl wore a stunning two-piece Navy bikini with gold anchors located in all the strategic places. Either she was quite built or the bikini was too tight. Bret surmised it was a bit of both. 

"Well, I'm not here to rat anyone out, but this is private property, and you're littering the place up with all the beer cans. Tell you what," the coach said, "I don't know many of you, and I don't care to. Clean up, pack up and we'll call it good, OK?" 

Surprisingly, they seemed to obey. Several of them, the sexy blonde among them, started gathering the empty beer cans and beer cups; a couple of the stronger boys lifted the keg into the back of a pick-up. Two more began to take down a tent. 

The blonde wandered over to Bret and stood so he faced her but no one else.

"You're from Lakeville, aren't you?" she asked, with a charming smile. "You're the football coach."

"Yeah, I am," Bret responded, looking her over very carefully. "And you are...?" 

"Pamela George...from Valley Falls. My boyfriend took me scouting to your game at Ford Junction last night. We play you next Saturday." 

"That you do," Bret said, "and it would be a shame for your boyfriend not to be able to play because I caught him drinking." 

"I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want to do that," the blonde said, adjusting the bikini top in a suggestive way. "Don't you wanna beat us fair and square?" She smiled again and the coach nearly melted.

"Just get your stuff and get out of here and we'll call it good," he said. "You can pay me back for this later." 

"Mmmm, I'd love to," the blonde cooed. "Remember, it's Pamela. Pamela George. From Valley Falls. I'll see you Saturday. I'll be the one in the cheerleading uniform." 

"So there's only one cheerleader?" Bret asked sarcastically. 

"Oh, there's a few more. But now you know which one I am." 

"Oh, yeah, I pay a lot of attention to the cheerleaders," Bret said, again sarcastically, although Monique Sellars and her sexy body popped into his mind for a minute.

"You know Renee' Timmins, right?" Pamela asked. Bret nodded. "She's my cousin; she cheers for Lakeville. I stay over sometimes, maybe even this Saturday. I'll let you know," 

Pamela said, smiling. 

"Please do," the coach shot back, and they both smiled.

"Well, then, I'll pay you back later for letting us get out of here. Thanks." The sexy blonde blew the coach a kiss, turned and sauntered away, her sexy ass swaying, the bikini bottom barely keeping her ass cheeks intact. 

Meanwhile, Tamica Roberts had come closer and was waiting for the conversation between Bret and Pamela to end. When it did, Bret motioned the young black girl over. 

"Damn, Tamica, what are you doing here? Don't you know this gets you kicked off the basketball team?"

But the fear had gone from her eyes. It had almost turned to arrogance, or cockiness. Bret knew exactly what was going on. Once Tamica realized the coach wasn't going to turn any of them in, she relaxed, knowing full well she was going to get out of it, too. But Bret noticed something else: This young thing was bordering on intoxicated. She stumbled once, caught herself and nearly fell into his arms. 

"Tamica, how long have you been drinking?" Bret said while watching the others clean up and eventually drive away.

"Since I woke up, about an hour ago," she replied, now smiling at the coach and checking out his muscular, tan legs. "We've been here all night." 

"I can tell," the coach said. "What brings you out here? Aren't the Lakeville parties good enough for you?" 

She went on to explain how she knew many of these people from her former school, rival Valley Falls, and how most everyone who partied knew of this place. But they always had to take the road through Sandcreek since the gate near the cabin was always locked. 

"We always try that way first since it's so much shorter, but it's almost always locked," the senior said. "But it's worth driving all the way around. Isn't this an awesome place?" She accented the word awesome and again nearly fell into the coach. 

Bret noticed Tamica's 4-wheel drive short box pick-up and said, "Tell you what, Tamica. Come back to the cabin with me. You can sober up, get some rest and I'll let you drive home the other way. It'll be much shorter." 

He told her to stick around so she would appear to be the last one leaving. He delivered a warning to the rest of the kids that this was a place they should not visit again, and then he headed back to the cabin, ducking into the woods about 100 yards up the road. 

A few minutes later, when everyone was gone but Tamica, he grabbed the cooler and returned to the campsite. They threw Tamica's sleeping bag in the back of her pick-up along with the rest of the trash that the other kids had left. Tamica jumped into the driver's seat, but Bret quickly followed, pushing her into the middle. There she stayed for the drive back to the cabin, her left hand on his thigh, massaging up and down, making him hard. He imagined taking her tank top off to find that bikini. He imagined then removing her shorts to see a moist spot on her bikini bottoms. 

Soon, the cabin was in full view and he parked along side his Jeep. Soon, the imagining would turn to reality. 

To Be Continued... 



Coach's Conquests Ch. 08



When Bret parked the pickup near the cabin and turned it off, Tamica was quickly all over him. Her hands were on his chest, trying to get under his muscle shirt. Her lips were on his ears, her tongue in his ears. She wanted him badly, and he was ready to oblige.

"Easy, sweetheart," Bret said as they exited the pickup and headed for the cabin. "We have all the time in the world."

Once inside the cabin, they moved to the double bed in the bedroom. Standing there, Tamica performed a brief striptease act for the coach, taking off her tank top and shorts. It was a quick, but very sexy, act.

Bret was correct about the white string tied behind her neck: Tamica wore a white bikini, and it looked fantastic against her dark skin. It was even tighter than he'd imagined. Her nipples pressed against the material, begging to get out. It wouldn't be long.

Tamica kissed the coach long and hungrily, their mouths open, their tongues dancing together. She moaned and bent one knee, rubbing her thigh and her pussy against his leg. When the kiss stopped, Bret smiled at Tamica and slid the straps of her white bikini top down her shoulders. She smiled and slipped her hand under the waistband of his shorts, gently squeezing his cock.

But she was just beginning. She slid slowly down his body, pulling his shirt aside and licking his nipples, kissing his stomach. His hands played over her hair and her breasts, then back up to her head, guiding it in the direction he wanted it to go. She was kneeling now, looking up at him. The top of her bikini was around her waist, the bottom still fully intact, but quite wet. 

"Do you want to come in my mouth?" she whispered. "Do you want to come in my pussy? Do you want to come in my ass? Do you want to come between my tits?"

Bret couldn't tell if this type of language was normal for Tamica or if the beer had intervened. Frankly, he didn't care. She stroked his cock very lightly with her fingers. Bret moaned, his cock getting harder by the second, partly because of her touch, partly because of her language. Was this the same sweet Tamica who was a straight-A student and a member of the Honor Society? 

She continued, pressing his erect penis through his shorts. Then she hooked her fingers under the waistband and slid the shorts slowly down his thighs. His cock, long and thick, sprung into the air. She wrapped one hand around it and began to stroke, her other hand playing with his balls. He managed to get his shirt off and moaned again.

"Where do you want to put it?" Tamica asked. Or was she demanding? Bret continued to moan, trying to thrust his cock into her mouth. He didn't care at this point. He wanted his cock anywhere she'd take it. Tamica took it into her mouth. It stretched her lips and filled her throat. As she sucked, it got harder and longer and thicker. She had one hand between her legs, rubbing herself as she moved her head rhythmically back and forth. She had managed to get her bikini bottoms off, at least partially, at least enough so she could get herself off.

Not wanting to explode too soon, Bret removed his cock from the black girl's mouth and knelt down beside her. He took her head in his hands and kissed her, mouths open and tongues thrusting at each other. As she moaned, he managed to help get her bikini bottoms all the way off. In the same movement, he stepped out of his black shorts. Finally they were both naked.

His huge cock, shiny with her saliva, pressed against her stomach. It was full and ready to be emptied -- the only question was where. Bret stretched out on his back, drawing Tamica over him. She spread her legs wide and kissed him, his cock rubbing up and down the outside of her slit. She moved up and down over him, keeping him outside, wetting his rod with the warm juices of her pussy. He licked and sucked at her breasts, her sexy nipples standing at attention.

She reached one hand between her legs and slowly pressed the head of his cock between her pussy lips. As he entered her, her mouth opened wide and she closed her eyes. Tamica moaned loudly and rhythmically as Bret's cock penetrated her. He had his hands on her lovely ass, squeezing it as she strained to take him deep inside her.

He loved massaging and caressing her sexy, black ass. He loved fucking this black high school girl. He was going to get off soon -- and both of them were going to relish it. They continued to move together. With each stroke, Bret entered the sex-crazed honor student more deeply. He closed his eyes as he fucked her, both of them coming closer and closer to the climax.

"Bury your cock in me," Tamica gasped, rising up and lowering herself onto the coach in perfect rhythm. "Fuck me deeper, fuck me harder." She was demanding, not asking.

And just a few seconds later, she was coming in long waves and moaning with pleasure. She gasped as the orgasm crashed over her, and Bret's cock ached as it was extended to its fullest. One more stroke and he was there, too, coming into this gorgeous teenager's pussy. Tamica continued to come as Bret burst inside of her, an incredible explosion of pleasure jerking the juices from his cock. She lowered herself onto him as they finished, and once again their tongues met, passionately sharing each other. 

END 8



Coach's Conquests Ch. 09



The coach and Tamica spent Saturday night at the cabin and returned to Lakeville Sunday. In an effort to make sure no one suspected a thing, Tamica left more than a couple hours before Bret.

He was the hoping that come Monday morning, she would act like Monique had acted a couple weeks earlier: as if nothing had happened over the weekend. He was right. Tamica was the model student, even toning down her outfits to a point. Of course, it was getting to be fall, and the short skirts and tank tops wouldn't cut it in late September.

The next week of practice and school went well. Monique continued to flirt, and the pair even stole a kiss outside the locker room after practice one night. Monique tried to dart her tongue in and out of the coach's mouth, but he wasn't risking anything. He promised her a phone call -- and delivered, bringing her to an intense orgasm over the phone. All the while she begged for his body, his cock, his lips. He promised her it would happen soon.

Tamica flirted some too, but not as much as Monique. Bret wondered if the alcohol had played a big role in him getting into her bikini. He went as far to ask one night on the phone, and she assured him it didn't have much of an effect. She wanted him badly that Saturday, and she knew he wanted her, too. They talked about renewing acquaintances.

Bret was careful not to set any dates with either. The stunning blonde from Valley Falls, Pamela George, occupied his mind for the most part that week. He couldn't wait until Saturday's football game with the rival school. The teams met twice each year -- townsfolk said it had been that way for years. In the 50s, they only played once, and for several years in a row, the losers complained of cheating, either by the players, coaches or officials. In 1959, the schools agreed to play twice, to put an end to any thought as to who was the better team. And since 1959, the winner of the first game of the year had also won the second game all but four times. And wouldn't you know it, during those four seasons, townspeople lobbied for a third game to break the tie of the season series.

That's when the state high school association intervened, making a rule that no two schools could play each other more than twice a year unless the third time was in the playoffs. One of the games each year would be designated a conference game, the other non-conference. And it was up to the conference commissioner to determine that. And so, in 1960, 1964, 1969 and 1984, Lakeville and Valley Falls had split the two football games. In all the other years, one team or the other had won both contests. They had never met in the playoffs.

This season, Saturday's game was designated as the non-conference game. The conference game, the game that mattered in the standings, would be the second-to-last game of the year. So while Saturday's game didn't mean much in the conference race, it meant everything to the towns of Lakeville and Valley Falls. 

They expected a packed house at Lakeville's football field, with most of the folks walking the sidelines since the small set of bleachers on either side only held 100 people apiece.

While getting Monique off on the phone, Bret imagined he was fucking Pamela, his cock in her tight pussy, then between her luscious tits and finally in her mouth between her gorgeous lips. He even went as far as to look up the name George in the Valley Falls phone book. He found three listings, but decided against calling. He imagined the conversation.

"Um, yes, Mrs. George, this is the coach of Lakeville and I met your daughter at a kegger last weekend and I thought she was hot and I kinda wanted to fuck her and so I'm wondering if she's home so we can talk and plan when to fuck this weekend."

Bret put the phone book away. 

The game would be played on Saturday as part of a special high school fundraiser Lakeville had each year. They called it Beach/Car Wash Day. The car wash would take place in the morning prior to the game and there would be a barbecue after the game on the field. Lakeville tried to hold some type of fundraiser whenever Valley Falls came to town since they knew the game would draw a lot of people.

Saturday dawned bright and sunny in Lakeville, and the car wash started at 10 a.m. in the school parking lot. It would go right up until game time. Bret arrived at the school early that day, stopping to park his Jeep in the parking lot. There, Monique, Renee' and the other cheerleaders would wash it inside and out. He would probably give them $50.

The weather remained warm, and by noon, the shorts, T-shirts and tank tops had given way mainly to shorts and bikini tops. Monique, however, had gone all out. She had stripped down to a black and white bikini. Bret managed one look at her from the school window just before he readied himself for the game. He made a mental note that he'd have to get that girl and that bikini alone sometime soon.

When game time approached and cars were still lined up to be washed, the cheerleaders decided to hold part two of the car wash after the game. While the cheerleaders couldn't figure out why the car wash was so popular, Bret knew. It was the bikinis. They should have a fundraiser like this every week, he thought, his cock growing.

Out on the field before the game, Bret remembered why he became a coach. The teams went through warmups with precision, the band played, parents visited, signs were hung on light poles and the scoreboard ticked down to 0:00. And there were cheerleaders. Oh yes, the cheerleaders.

Pamela George had gone all out, making herself up as only the gorgeous Valley Falls senior could. Her blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail, her lipstick and makeup were perfect, her legs tan, her skirt short, her top tight. It was a button down uniform, and the coach took his mind off the strategy of the game for just a second to imagine the uniform unbuttoned. It was white with blue and yellow trim. She was hot; he was hard. Bret had had only a split second to acknowledge Pamela, and she acknowledged him back with a sexy smile. And then the scoreboard siren sounded, letting the teams know it was time to play.

The game, as usual between these two teams, was a battle. Neither team could move the ball; neither team scored in the first half.

The speech at halftime wasn't pretty. The coach yelled at his players, getting on them for their lack of heart rather than their lack of ability. How could they not be ready to play this game? Wasn't this Valley Falls? Wasn't this their rival? He thought of the Valley Falls quarterback, the guy he could've gotten kicked off the team for drinking at the kegger at the lake near the Gilbert Place.

Without him, surely Valley Falls didn't have a chance. He was also a linebacker on defense and had made some spectacular plays in the first half. Offensively, he'd been good enough to lead some long drives and keep the ball out of the hands of the potent Lakeville offense.

The result? 0-0. Despite the tie score and the intensity of the game, the coach's mind kept going back to the sexy blonde cheerleader on the other side of the field. Had the coach busted the QB, surely she'd have been busted too. And he certainly didn't want that. 

The defenses remained in control throughout the second half until the turning point late in the game. Backed up on his own 5-yard-line, the Valley Falls quarterback threw an interception that was returned to the 1. Lakeville scored on the next play to go up 6-0. When Valley Falls couldn't move the ball on the next drive, Lakeville took over and ran out the clock. The Raiders had prevailed 6-0. They were 3-0. Most importantly, they held the edge over their Prairie County League rivals, Valley Falls.

As the players lined up single file to go through the line after the game to shake hands, Bret got in line as well, at the end. The coaches always did that. He shook hands with all the Valley Falls players, including the quarterback. 

"Nice game," the coach said, to which the player replied, "thanks. And thanks for the other thing, too." Bret knew what he meant. The quarterback was happy not be busted. 

As the coach walked off the field victoriously, Pamela George caught up with him from behind. "You got lucky this time," she chided, smiling her sexy smile, her breasts begging to be let out of the tight cheerleading top. "Next time, you're ours." 

"We'll see, I guess," said the coach, not wanting to fuel the fire of the rivalry.

"See you at the car wash," she said, "I'm staying the night with Renee' and helping out this afternoon."

"Great," the coach said, making the understatement of the year, "see you later then." 

"Oh, I'm sure you will," she said sexily. "I'm helping wash your Jeep. Maybe I'll leave you a present under the seat." Bret could only imagine what that might be. 

END 9



Coach's Conquests Ch. 10



After showering and cleaning up, Bret headed for the parking lot and his Jeep. The site was unbelievable. They there were, all the Lakeville cheerleaders, in bikini tops and denim jean shorts, washing cars and helping to serve barbecued hamburgers, hot dogs and the trimmings.

The crowd was large; it was obvious the girls were rolling in the money. Pamela was also there. She had changed into white shorts and a white T-shirt. When she saw the coach, the T-shirt immediately came off, revealing the same Navy bikini with gold anchors she had worn at the lake. Either she had only one bikini or she saw how impressed the coach was with that one and wanted to repeat the performance. Either way, it worked. Her tits were barely held in by the blue bikini top. He wasn't the only one to notice. While most of the parents had gone home, the Lakeville players and other students were hanging around, some attempting to flirt with her.

But she made it known she was the enemy. She was from Valley Falls and didn't want anything to do with any Lakeville people. Well, Lakeville boys, at least. There was one Lakeville man who interested her.

Monique Sellars, decked out in her black and white number, was flirting with the coach, too, trying to get him to take her inside the school to figure out the stats.

"We could crunch some great numbers, I bet," she whispered, almost rubbing against him. 

"Maybe later," he whispered back. "I have some family coming into town, and I'm not sure how long they're staying." 

Monique seemed disappointed, but went about washing cars, serving barbecue and generally having fun with her schoolmates. She did notice Bret and Pamela making small talk -- and that didn't sit well. 

When Bret and Monique were alone again, the Lakeville senior said, "I can't believe you're talking to her. She goes out with their quarterback, you know. Basically, she's a slut."

"Well, she seems nice enough. She's nice enough to help you with your fundraiser. Cut her a bit of slack."

One thing Bret didn't want to do was piss off Monique. He had fucked her in his basement, and that didn't need to get out in public. So he had to be careful. He smoothed it over by whispering how hot she looked in her bikini and promised her a night together soon. Very soon.

When most of the people had cleared out, Bret approached Pamela and made small talk, looking for a sign from her. 

He got none. But he did get a smile from Renee'. And therein was a problem. Renee' and Monique were best friends; Renee' and Pamela were cousins. He was wondering how much of all of this was going to get back to Renee' and how much she'd tell the other girl.

Did he even care? At times, he cared very much. He liked his job, he liked his life here and he liked being 3-0. At other times, he didn't care; he was thinking with his other head. And he liked his young, sexy pussy. 

He announced to whomever would listen he was heading home and got in the Jeep. He did remember Pamela had mentioned something about leaving him a present under the seat of the Jeep. He was hoping something would be there when he left.

Once out of site of the school, he reached underneath and sure enough, found an envelope. He left it there, not wanting to run off the road while his cock grew extremely hard. When he was home in his garage, he opened the envelope and found a note along with a pair of sheer, yellow panties. They were Pamela's cheerleading panties. The note simply said, "I know where you live. I plan to be there tonight. Don't worry about Renee'. I have so much dirt on her she'd never tell. I hope you enjoy the panties."

He smelled them, and they smelled exactly like he thought they would: young, hot pussy. He would hopefully have the real thing that night.

The coach took his mind off the Valley Falls cheerleader by watching the film of the game. His team had played very well. Had the Valley Falls quarterback not messed up, the game likely would've ended 0-0. These teams would meet again, and the coach knew it might come down to the wire again. He left the tape out on top of the VCR. He knew he would look at it again numerous times before the next game between Lakeville and Valley Falls.

The doorbell rang at 9 p.m. that night. Bret, in shorts and a T-shirt, looked out the window but saw no car. He looked through the peephole and saw the gorgeous Pamela George in all her beauty.

He opened it, smiled and invited her in. She was back in her cheerleading outfit, the white top seemingly tighter than before. She sat on one of the coach's bar stools in the kitchen, which adjoined the living room, sexily crossing her tan high school legs. He wondered if she had replaced the yellow panties she had left in his Jeep. He tried for a short time to look, but then realized he'd probably find out soon enough. 

Bret leaned on the kitchen island and the pair made small talk, beginning their conversation by replaying when they first met at the lake, she telling him how hot he looked and he telling her the same. She asked him about the black girl, Tamica, and he lied, telling her he just needed to get her out of there since she was a star basketball player.

The talk moved to the game that day. She told him Lakeville got lucky, and he told her he could've had the Valley Falls quarterback kicked off the team had he wanted. She agreed and said she did owe him one.

He smiled, she smiled and she approached, pushing him back against the island. He could see the outline of her nipples pressing against the top and wondered if she'd taken her bra off, too. Bret couldn't wait to get his mouth around those tits or his cock in that tight pussy. He thanked her for the panties and the note. She asked for a souvenir from him. He said he'd oblige, very soon.

They spoke briefly about the car wash and about Monique. Pamela had sensed the tension between the coach and Monique and asked if they were sleeping together.

Again, the coach lied. "A school girl crush," he said. "And extreme jealousy of you, the rival cheerleader."

"Happens a lot," she said, and then, "Where's your shower? I need to get some of this grime off me."

"Down the hall, to the right," the coach said. "Need some help?" 

"Not yet," she whispered, leaning in very close to him, "you'll have your chance to help soon enough." 

END 10



Coach's Conquests Ch. 11



11 

Ten minutes later, Pamela came back into the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel around her body and another around her hair. Bret could see her legs up to her ass and a little cleavage peaking out at the top of her towel.

The coach had showered downstairs himself and had returned upstairs in only tight, black briefs. His package strained against the material.

She made idle chitchat with Bret while he checked her out. He didn't try to hide that he was admiring her body. She made an excuse to lean over and hiked up the towel in back a little more so that Bret could see all the way up to the beginning of her ass. She was not wearing panties, and she did her best to make sure he could tell. 

He stood there by the kitchen island like he was posing for her, which he was. She could see his package outlined in his tight black briefs. After coming oh so close to him, she retreated to the couch, motioning him over with only her eyes. Bret joined her in the middle of the couch, leaving plenty of room on either side.

The big bulge in his silk underwear stuck out where she could see it perfectly well. She casually stretched out one leg over his lap and then the other, the towel continually hiking upward. She was trying to give him an eyeful and he was accepting it. His eyes flicked from her face down to her towel and back again. She was keeping an eye on his briefs while trying to watch him checking her out, from all the way up to all the way down.

She noticed that the sexy bulge in his briefs jerked a little. She forced herself to stop staring at Bret's erection and looked at his face. They made small talk about the next game the teams would play, even making a bet. Pamela made reference to how big and strong he was and asked if she could feel his muscles, and then removed her legs from his lap, scooted in close to the coach and felt them.

As she moved her hands from his muscular shoulders to his arms to his chest to his legs, her hand accidentally/on purpose brushed against his crotch, and she felt his bulge. She simply smiled again. Then it was Bret's turn.

He slid off the couch onto the carpet, taking her with him. Suddenly he was on top of her, pinning her to the carpet. His hands were pinning her shoulders down, his thighs were pressing against hers, and she could feel his cock pressing against the material of his briefs and pressing against her. He slowly began sliding down until she could feel his warm erection rubbing her bare pussy. He had managed to maneuver himself inside the towel, and soon it was off altogether. 

Without a word, he slowly rubbed his full briefs against her, up and down, slowly, methodically, rhythmically. He smiled as he did, and she, between moans, smiled back. He had a full, rock-hard erection now, and she was getting moist down there. She spread her thighs apart and he continued rubbing, falling between her legs.

"You're so strong," she said, "But why don't you take your shorts off."

"You don't like the feel of silk against your sexy pussy?" he asked as he continued rubbing.

"God, I love it," she replied, "I'd just like to have it naked...on me...in me." While he continued to dry hump her, his hands moved to her breasts. He stroked them softly, and her mouth fell open and she panted out loud at the intoxicating sensation of his masculine hands making love to her breasts.

After stroking them for a bit he began to squeeze and knead them. Her nipples stuck out more and more with each squeeze. Meanwhile, down below, she had been humping back against him in rhythm. She reached behind him and touched his ass through his shorts, and then slowly pulled down the briefs, hoping his huge cock would escape.

Pamela looked at Bret and formed the words, "Fuck me please" with her mouth, but didn't say it out loud. He read her loud and clear and lifted himself off her to allow his briefs to come off. He wriggled out of them, kicking them to the side, and at the same time, took the towel that was lying beside her and threw it across the room. They were both naked now, on the carpet, ready to continue their post-game festivities.

He was kneeling between her arched, spread legs and she saw his cock for the first time. It was huge. The head was big and thick around and purple. The shaft was reddish. There was a shiny drop of his love juice centered at the tip. She knew it was for her. He leaned forward and started to rub the head of the big shaft against her slit, and she moaned "oooh" and closed her eyes.

Bret continued to tease her pussy with his hard cock while he put his mouth on her breasts and sucked. His tongue flicked across her breasts and lapped up the sides of her nipples. He continued to stroke her cunt alternately with his hand and his cock, warming her clit up to the point where she thought she would go crazy. She felt the big smooth shaft slipping past the mouth of her wet entrance. Her pussy was sucking wetly at it, trying to suck him in. He played with her breasts and reached around and fondled her ass as their bodies writhed and entwined with each other.

Just when she thought she would go mad if she had to wait any longer for him to put it in, he kneeled back so that he was between her legs with the head of his dick against her and started to put it in. She felt his hard knob touch the rim of her pussy. Her pussy lips were spread, her entrance was gaping eagerly open as far a cheerleader's entrance could gape, and she could feel her juices drooling into her crack and running down her ass. Bret grabbed her hips with his hands and pulled her against him. She reached down with her hand and held his dick and tried to guide it into her. It was very hard and so thick around that her hand would not go around it.

"Oh, you're so big," Pamela gasped as she tossed her blonde hair back out of her eyes so her eyes would meet his. Bret proceeded slowly and tenderly, taking his time, not forcing it, letting Pamela open up and take more of him in.

Finally he kissed her. The fact that it had taken so long for him to kiss her was odd for the French kiss-loving coach. He loved to dart his tongue in and out of his partner's mouth. He loved how some of the women he had been with sucked on his tongue. It was a marvel to even him that he was just getting around to kissing her now. Pamela had been waiting for the kiss for a long time.

Finally, Bret's mouth was on hers. It was a long and sweet kiss, and she didn't hesitate, pushing her tongue into his mouth as he pushed his tongue into hers. He continued fucking his high school prize from Valley Falls, pulling his hard cock nearly out of her steaming pussy before thrusting it back in. Over and over he did this, and over and over his blonde lover gasped, moaned and screamed with pleasure.

His big cock slid up and down in her pussy, smooth and sweet. She started to fuck him back, hesitantly at first, pushing her mound up to meet him on the down strokes. Then it got more intense, with both of them moaning with each stroke. Then he resumed his slow, rhythmic humping of her soft pussy and kissed her while they fucked. Then it went the other way. He fucked her harder. Bret was fucking her brains out, and Pamela -- the cheerleader from the rival school, the cheerleader Monique despised -- was loving it.

She was making noise, whimpering things like, "Yes, Bret, yes! Oh God, yes, oh God! More. Don't stop. Don't stop fucking me!" His big shaft kept plowing into her stroke after stroke after stroke. She was humping back hard with her pussy without even thinking about it, raising her ass a little above the floor, fucking him back as hard as she could.

"Tell me I'm your hot little cheerleader," she gasped as they continued to move in rhythm. "Tell me I'm the best cheerleader you've ever had." 

"Mmmm, baby," Bret shot back. "God, yes, just keep doing what you're doing." Finally, Pamela came. And came and came and came. When she came back to earth, she knew the job wasn't done. She wanted to feel him come inside of her. He started off with a steady, regular stroke and as he got closer to his orgasm he went wild and started pounding her harder, holding his weight off of her with his hands on the carpet while his thick cock hammered her like crazy. He was thrusting furiously, banging her across the floor with her blonde hair flailing about. And neither of them cared. She had a mini-orgasm and another, her pussy triggering as he thrust, and then she felt his orgasm as he impaled her deep, and his big throbbing cock gushed into her, deep into her.

She felt his wet sticky love juice inside her, shooting into her, and she loved it. She finally had had him. The couple shuddered and collapsed on the carpet, kissing and caressing each other. When they woke up together on the carpet, the sun was up.

A half-hour later and a couple hundred yards behind Renee's house, Bret and Pamela shared a long, hot French kiss before the Valley Falls senior, clad in her white cheerleading uniform, walked back to her cousin's house. 

END 11



Coach's Conquests Ch. 12



12 

Among the phone messages awaiting Bret when he got home from practice Monday night was one from Monique, who was getting herself off at the time of the call. Pamela had also called, but her calls were much more normal, almost as if she was afraid someone was taping them. She talked of how she missed him, but not in a whiny or seductive or nasty sort of way. Rather, it was a confident sort of conversation. She wondered when they might talk again and always closed by giving him her number. 

The third and final message was from Angie Evans, the athletic department secretary at the college where Bret played football and coached as a graduate assistant for one year. Hers was a lengthy message detailing a going-away event they were having for the long-time athletic director, R.J. Roy, who was retiring at the end of the year. Apparently, Thursday night was the best night for the event, and although it was short notice, they were trying to get as many people back to the college for the event as possible.

The team was flying out later Thursday night so it would be a great opportunity for the coaches to have a nice dinner, a few drinks and then climb on a plane for a four-hour trip for Saturday's game. Angie was married to the head football coach, Norm Evans, who was the coach when Bret played football several years ago. She was what, 40 by now? Maybe a couple years better than that?

Norm had spotted Angie at some alumni function, snatched her away from the alumni office, got her a job as the athletic secretary and married her a short time later. Angie was attractive for 40-something, well-built and kept herself in shape. She was also a flirt. 

Coaches, players, trainers, it didn't matter. If Angie was horny, she was flirting. When Bret was a graduate assistant coach, Norm often told stories of fucking Angie in the locker room, the hot tub, the shower, wherever, once even on the football field. He said she was a "goer," and it kept him young. The rest of them should be so lucky.

Angie had left her home number, and at the end of the phone message had cooed, "I sure hope to hear from you, Bret." He was quick to return the call and found Angie in one of her hornier moods. The coaches were still at practice and often stayed very late during the season, breaking down film and trying to get whatever edge they could on their opponent for that week. Bret remembered that all too well: The long film sessions, the strategy sessions. That's what he loved about the game -- not having the best players but still having the best team.

Angie nearly begged him to come back for the going-away event. It would be at The Plaza Hotel; she'd even reserve him a room if he wanted since she was sure the party would last into the wee hours of the morning and he couldn't possibly get a flight back at that time of night. When Bret asked why the party would continue after the coaching staff had left for its late-night flight, Angie hinted, "Well, we could keep it going if you're up for it." 

His mind was made up: He was going back to his college town for this get-together, and he had a pretty good chance of getting laid to boot. That, of course, provided Angie wasn't drunker than hell when she made the phone call to him. Just to make sure, Bret phoned her the next day at the athletic department office. He was happy to find Angie in the same, excitable, horny mood as she was the night before.

"I can't talk right now," she whispered, "but everything I said last night holds true. Promise me you'll be there."

"Get me a room," the coach said. 

"Done," said the secretary, and she hung up the phone. 

Lakeville's game that Friday night at Weston was supposed to be a mismatch. While the Raiders were 3-0, Weston was 1-1 in league play and 1-2 overall. They had not been impressive in any of their games, even their win. It was a great time for a short week of practice, even Thursday off, the coach thought.

When he informed the team before Wednesday's practice that this would be the final practice of the week and it wouldn't include pads, they were ecstatic. Not only would they not have to beat the crap out of each other for two hours, they could all travel to Valley Falls to watch the volleyball match Thursday night. Bret had planned to attend as well, mainly to see Pamela George, but seeing Angie was a once-in-a-lifetime deal. Pamela would wait for another night. 

He received one more sexy, suggestive message from Angie Evans Wednesday night while he was at practice, and Thursday morning he was off to the airport for his flight. He arrived at his old college town mid-afternoon Thursday, and after driving around campus, stopped and watched a bit of practice. The team was going through a light workout since they had the red-eye to catch that night. Bret immediately sought out Norm Evans, the head coach, and the pair had a great visit as practice concluded.

They even had a quick drink in Norm's office, where Bret spotted a photo of Norm and Angie, she in one of those low-cut blouses he remembered her for. He went to The Plaza Hotel, the site of the event, and checked in to his room. Angie had done a nice job, getting Bret a nice, spacious room with a couch and a large bed. He got hard thinking of who might accompany him back to the room later that night.

The going-away party was all the coach had thought it would be. The college went all out: decorations, drinks, dinner and a full roast of coach Norm Evans. Bret and Angie exchanged greetings early in the evening and then exchanged glances throughout the rest of it. It was obvious to the coach she had picked him out for this night. She wore a black skirt, black nylons, a white see-through top with black bra underneath and a black jacket. When she removed the jacket, Bret could see that both the top and bra had spaghetti-thin straps holding her breasts in place. Simply put, this 40-something women looked extremely hot, and Bret was hard most of the night, smiling at her and accepting her suggestive glances. At one point, he thought she motioned him into the lobby. He moved that way, but she didn't. Miscommunication, he thought. Oh well, there would plenty of close-up communication later on.

The college band and cheerleaders attended as well. After several numbers were played by the band, the speakers took the stage. Bret wasn't included, and that was OK. There were many people who spoke about R.J. Roy and what he'd done for that school. When Roy was finished, the band broke into the fight song, the cheerleaders led a cheer and most people started to file out, even though Roy implored them to stay and drink as long as they wanted -- on the college's tab.

As Bret watched Norm and Angie say their good-byes as the staff prepared to hit the road for the airport, a young, brunette cheerleader approached him.

"Aren't you the new coach at Lakeville?" she asked, her lips glossy with lipstick and her cheeks maroon with rouge.

"Yes, Bret Harris," he replied, trying not to stare at her stomach, which was bare because of the type of cheerleading top she wore. His glance did catch a small ring pierced into her bellybutton. "Sexy," the coach thought.

"I'm Lori Hayes; I'm from Lakeville," the cheerleader replied, and the next 20 minutes was spent in a conversation about the town, the team, Lori's background and the fact that her folks were good friends with Rusty Barr and his wife. 

"We used to go the lake and the cabin quite a bit," she said, and was surprised and pleased to find out that Bret had spent some time at the cabin as well. "So you know Rusty Barr. His cabin's a blast." 

Bret only smiled. That he knew. The remainder of the conversation dealt with what the coach had planned the rest of the evening. It was obvious she wanted in his pants -- and he wanted in her skirt. But one thing was in the way: Angie Evans. The coach thought quickly, bringing up Homecoming, which was three weeks away. He added that he was staying with friends tonight and couldn't meet her for a drink back at her place.

"I wasn't planning on coming back for Homecoming -- it's a long flight and all," she said, obviously downtrodden, "but maybe I'll reconsider. I haven't been home since spring break. I stayed here all summer."

"Try to come back for Homecoming," the coach urged, trying to guess how large the cheerleader's tits were inside the skimpy top. "You can be my Homecoming date." 

"Here's my number and e-mail," the cheerleader said, handing the coach a slip of paper. Interesting, the coach thought. Now they give you their e-mail address along with their phone number.

"Call me and convince me to come back," she said.

"Will do," the coach said, shaking her hand and bidding her goodnight. His eyes had remained on Angie throughout much of the conversation and hers on him. When only a few people remained at the event, the party moved to the public bar near the lobby of the hotel. Angie managed to sit by Bret at a table that included R.J. Roy, his wife and two other boosters and their wives. Roy, his wife, the four others boosters and Angie would take Roy's private plane to the game, leaving Friday morning. They would've loved for Bret to join them, but he had to get home for his game Friday night at Weston.

As it moved past midnight, the Roys became tired and began finalizing their plans with Angie and the boosters for their flight the next day. They bid Bret goodnight and good luck and went on their way. Angie made an excuse that she had to talk to the caterer about the bill for the athletic department, and she slipped into the kitchen, waiting for the rest of them to leave. Bret stalled in the men's room and then headed up to his room, wondering if Angie knew the room number. Surely she did; she had made the reservation. 

When Bret approached his door, it was ajar, and as he slowly pushed it open, he found a pair of black, 5-inch heels in his path. Bret closed the door behind him, careful to put out the "Do Not Disturb" sign. He locked and bolted the door and walked around the corner past the heels, finding Angie sitting on the bed, fully clothed except her heels, smiling at him, a glass of wine in each hand.

"Compliments of the kitchen," she said. She handed a glass to Bret and the couple toasted R.J. Roy and drank, Angie downing her wine in one gulp. Bret followed suit and put both glasses on the end table. Angie stood up in front of Bret, slipped off the black jacket and let it fall onto the floor. Bret smiled as he saw the white semi-transparent lace top that covered her luscious breasts. Bret could clearly see the bra that matched the skirt, jacket, nylons and heels. An electric silence filled the room as Bret's eyes slowly moved down Angie's body.

Starting at her face with her newly applied lipstick shining, his eyes traveled to her breasts and down to her skirt, wondering what was under it. She didn't let him wonder long. Angie reached behind her and unzipped the skirt, letting it fall to the floor. The black nylons came next, and she sexily stepped out of them, leaving only tiny, tiny black panties that were see-through all over except for the small part that hid her pussy.

Next, she slipped the white top over her shoulders and placed it on the dresser next to the hotel room television set. The coach was rock hard, partly because of the beauty of this 40-something secretary he had craved for years, partly because of the thought that he was about to fuck the wife of the head football coach at his alma mater, a coach he used to play for. 

"Your turn," she said, "but only to your shorts. I wanna do the rest." Bret obliged, taking off his sport coat and placing it on the table near the window. His tie and shirt were next, followed by his pants after he had kicked off his dress shoes and removed his socks. Angie just stood there, her black bra barely holding in her sexy tits and her tiny black panties containing what Bret had craved for years. 

When Bret was down to his briefs, his cock strained at the material, painful in its urgency to be released. He walked over to Angie, reached up with his hands and she clasped them and pulled him closer to her. Looking down on her uptilted face, he gently stroked her cheek and said, "This has been a long time coming, Angie. And it's going to be worth the wait."

She closed her eyes as her lips hungrily sought his. Mouth clamped to mouth, wide open with lust and tongues frantically exploring each other, the former quarterback and the coach's wife clung to each other with ever increasing urgency. Bret's hands moved down her back until they came to her soft ass. Then he gloriously, voluptuously, caressed each mound, pulling her body harder and closer to him. He felt his rigid cock pressing hard up the length of her stomach, and the hard bump of her mound grinding on his thigh. 

They broke apart panting for breath, and Angie's fingers frantically tried to get his briefs down. Bret pushed her hands away and slid his briefs down himself while still kissing her neck. Suddenly he was naked, his skin pressed deliciously against the feminine softness of her flesh, the sharp hard nipples of her breasts pressing through the thin material of her bra and against his chest.

"God, Bret," she was moaning, her hands exploring him as urgently as his on her. "I've wanted to do this so long. God yes! Fuck me please! Please!"

"You know I shouldn't," he panted, not being serious at all. He just wanted the coach's wife to beg some more. "You know that we shouldn't make love to each other. Are you really sure you want us to do this Angie? What about Norm?"

Angie stopped squirming and stood absolutely still, looking Bret directly in the eye. "I've never wanted anything so much in my life, Bret. I know it's wrong, and I know Norm must never know about this. But I've always wanted you to make love to me. I've dreamt of you at night when I touch myself, and I've never found anyone who comes anywhere near to what I want as you. I've wanted you like this ever since I the first time I met you. I wanted you in our hot tub. I wanted you in our bed. And I want you now."

He answered by gently caressing the nipples through her bra and unhooking the front clasp. He kissed her, bringing a gasp from her as the excitement tingled down through her body to her thighs. His hand moved slowly down, over her hip and down to her stomach, down until his fingers found the elastic of her panties. He caressed her ass again and then hooked his fingers in the panties and pulled them down. She stepped out of them, all the while moving her pussy against his thigh, his cock, whatever she could move it against.

He caressed the length of her slit, finally slipping first one finger then two into the wet, slippery flesh. She gasped as he stroked up the side of her clitoris, then buckled at the knees as he began to rhythmically stroke along its stiffening length. They collapsed slowly onto the hotel queen-sized bed, his finger never once giving up its gentle, insistent stroking. His body thrilled as he felt her small fingers clasp his penis and stroke along its rigid length.

"God, I want that cock inside of me," Angie moaned. Bret positioned himself over her, his cock swinging slightly as it jutted out over her stomach. He looked down and paused to savor the sight of his delicious prey wide open underneath him, then grasped his cock and guided it between her thighs. Her pussy lips had swollen with excitement and she now opened for him, eagerly waiting.

"Don't wait any longer," she panted. "I want you inside me now. I want you to fuck me deep and hard!" Bret stroked the tip of his cock up and down her crevice, moistening it with her slippery juices. He dipped his fingers in her slit and spread the moisture over the length of his shaft until it shone in the dim light and was as slippery as she was inside. 

Angie's eyes were glazed and her breath was coming in short pants as he slipped his cock in and out. She moaned as he filled her, deeper and deeper. Until finally, with one last firm thrust, his cock filled her pussy and he felt the delicious warmth of her caressing him right up to the root.

"Are you OK?" he whispered. She nodded her head wordlessly, but gave him such a look so full of lust that he knew that she would remember this night. Slowly then, but with ever increasing urgency, he began to fuck her with deep, long strokes. Harder and harder he rammed into her, her body shaking with each thrust. Her head began to turn from side to side and her legs pumped in the air as she began to thrust back at him in time to swallow his cock deeper and deeper. 

Orgasm after orgasm wracked her writhing body as she shook beneath him, impaled on his huge cock. The pressure in his balls grew as he watched her begin to pinch and pull her jutting, pink nipples in a frenzy of lust. She was totally delirious now. Her whole world centered on only one thing -- Bret's thick ramming cock that felt as if it was growing and growing and growing. Which it was.

The pressure built up and up and up until his cock jerked spasmodically and a flood of cum shot deep inside her belly like a repeating machine gun. Jet after jet came flooding in to fill her pussy. Angie was driven to an intensity of orgasm she didn't know could be possible. All that mattered in the world was this pulsing, delicious feeling as the overwhelming flood of slippery cum forced itself down her tube past the close fitting shaft of her lover, the former star quarterback who played for her husband. In a frenzy of arousal, Bret continued to ram his meat into Angie until the cum was beaten up into a white froth that coated her stomach and thighs.

Finally, after a madness when he rammed so hard into her that she finally pleaded for him to be gentler, he rolled over onto his back carrying her still impaled so she lay straddled on top of him. They lay like that for at least 10 minutes, gently caressing and kissing, letting the frenzy in their bodies cool until it was bearable. 

Finally they rolled apart and Bret's long, swollen cock slid out of her. She lay for a while on her back, legs wide open and gently fingering her pussy, spreading his cum lovingly over her stomach while she smiled at him. They rested for a short while and then their sexcapade continued with Angie servicing the coach with her sexy lips, making him cum again before the night was over. He returned the favor, tasting her sexy pussy in the shower, and after another session of fucking on the bed that lasted until the sun came up, they both made their way to the airport, Angie for her flight to join her husband at the game, and Bret for his flight home. 

END 12



Coach's Conquests Ch. 13



Bret slept most of the flight back to Lakeville, but during those moments when he was awake, his mind was on two things: Angie Evans and the game that night at Weston. What if Lakeville didn't win? What if they weren't ready to play and lost the fucking game? Was it worth it? Going back to his college town to screw the athletic department secretary?

Well, yes it was. And as it turned out, he need not worry. Lakeville blasted Weston that night, 62-8. Everything clicked. Everything worked right. The starters ran up a 40-0 halftime lead and the reserves continued their dominance of Weston in the second half. 

Only on the final Lakeville kickoff with 16 seconds left did Weston score, and that was against the Lakeville freshmen. So upset were the freshmen, they begged Bret to let them stay in for the two-point conversion, vowing to stop Weston. They didn't, and the score ended up 62-8, a better performance than the coach could've imagined, especially taking into consideration that 24 hours earlier he was getting his brains fucked out half way across the country.

He even enjoyed the ride home as Monique sat by him and massaged his cock through his pants -- even though it was only a 20-minute trip. She begged him to fuck her that night and he obliged, parking in one of Rusty Barr's fields and letting the senior be on top to do all the work. The exhausted and jet-lagged coach relaxed and enjoyed it, blowing his sperm into hot Monique's mouth. He then enjoyed French kissing her after the act. He got it up again -- with some coaxing from Monique's mouth and tits -- and the cheerleader rode him and rode him until he orgasmed again, this time in her tight pussy. They were out until 1:30 a.m., and she would've stayed out longer but her parents hadn't given her permission.

She promised to service him again and again -- whenever he wanted -- and he told her to plan on it. While driving home with his head spinning after the mind-numbing sex, he wondered why he didn't fuck that cheerleader more often. Stamina, she had; looks, she had, tits, she had; and a tight pussy? He loved it. Not to mention an expert tongue that knew just where it should be at all times.

There was another hot message from Monique on his answering machine when he got home -- she said she was banging herself while driving home and that she was going to cum again. And then she did, and the coach instantly got hard listening to it. 

He wanted to call Angie Evans, but knew she was now at the game and in the same hotel room as Norm. He wanted to call Pamela George, but it was 2 a.m. So he slept and slept and slept and put his mind to football the next day, realizing his Raiders were 4-0 and 1-0 in the conference. They actually had a chance at something special this season. Bret knew the distractions for his players would continue. The state rankings would come out this week, and he expected his Raiders to be in the top five.

Additionally, this was Prairie County Fair week, and many students would be involved in that, even some of the football players. Bret had told them they could be as involved as they wanted, just as long as they were ready to play Friday night at 7 against Sandcreek. 

The poll came out Tuesday and the Raiders were No. 3. Bret was thinking No. 5 or possibly No. 4, but No. 3? That would surely go to the heads of some of his players. Valley Falls was No. 5, its only loss coming to Lakeville in that 6-0 squeaker. Valley Falls had won two non-league games and had also defeated Sandcreek 24-12. The way things were shaping up, Lakeville and Valley Falls would meet again, possibly for the league championship, and there might even be a playoff game looming in the future between the rivals.

Surprising Highland, a team no one thought would compete for a playoff spot, was 4-0 and ranked seventh. Bret kept his players on the ground and off of Cloud 9 during the week leading up to the game against Sandcreek, a team that had won just one game in five tries. In league play, they were 1-2.

Monique's calls continued, but the pair couldn't find time to hook up. The coach had given the cheerleader his home e-mail address, and she wrote him a fantasy about them fucking in one of the barns at the fair late at night. Nice fantasy, the coach thought, and then, with his mind on fantasies, recalled part of the conversation he had with Lori Hayes, the cheerleader from his college.

She had graduated from Lakeville and was now a senior in college, beginning her fourth year. Bret remembered how horny she had been at the party for R.J. Roy, almost daring him to kiss her right there in front of everyone, almost begging him to go back to her apartment with her and fuck her. And he had wanted to. Badly. But he was thinking he'd have another chance. He remembered Lori talking about her parents' close relationship with Rusty Barr and how she knew about the cabin and the lake and the back road in. Lori might as well have said she'd been to parties at the lake, like the one Bret busted up that Saturday afternoon. She might as well have said she'd had sex in the cabin, just as Bret did with Tamica Roberts later that day.

Lori and Bret had talked about certain students at Lakeville, and Lori had mentioned Monique Sellars. In fact, she thought fondly of Monique, had talked her into being a cheerleader when Monique was in junior high. They had fallen out of touch since Lori had graduated, but she was sure she'd run into Monique at Homecoming.

Ah yes, fantasies, the coach thought. He dialed Lori Hayes that night and the two talked for two hours, stopping short of having phone sex. Suffice to say when the coach hung up the phone, he was hard, and there was a stain of precum in his shorts. The college cheerleader had made him downright horny. As the weekend neared and the Sandcreek game loomed, Bret found himself talking to several girls on the phone each night. From Monique Sellars to Pamela George to Lori Hayes, each evening was full.

On Thursday, even Angie Evans and Tamica Roberts called. He weighed his options, and with Angie and Lori out of the picture because they lived far far away, he narrowed it down. He decided dessert after the Friday night game would be named Pamela. 

As it turned out, the county fair provided little distraction for the Lakeville Raiders as they dismantled Sandcreek 34-12. It was 34-0 before Sandcreek scored a couple of late touchdowns to make it look respectable. Monique had an early morning Saturday appointment for senior pictures (the coach wondered what sexy outfits she might choose), which was good for Bret, since he had company waiting for him when he got home by 11:30 p.m.

Pamela, whose Valley Falls team didn't play until Saturday against Highland, had parked down the street and around the corner and had found the extra key Bret had left for her. As he entered the house, the coach's cock was hard with anticipation. He wondered what she'd be wearing, if anything at all. She had showered last time after the car wash and looked incredibly sexy in just a towel. He thought of the navy bikini with anchors. He had liked that, too. 

On this night, the coach found her lying on her back on his couch, the television tuned to a pay-per-view movie. It wasn't a porno, but the participants on the screen were definitely in the same mood the coach was. Pamela was dressed in almost nothing: a black, one-piece, see-through fishnet number that accentuated her sexy breasts and ass. There was very little to be left to the imagination. But why should there be? They both knew the reason they had gathered there that night: The high school girl from Valley Falls wanted the coach's cock in her pussy, and he wanted the exact same thing.

Bret emerged from the bedroom in shorts and a tight tank top, and the senior made an "mmmmmmmm" noise while licking her lips. Pamela's hand stroked the side of her breast, drawing attention to her hard nipples. "We still have that bet on for the game later this season, right?"

"Right," the coach replied. "What do I win if we beat you guys again?" 

"Well," the blonde said, "certainly not sex. You get that tonight anyway." With that, Pamela began caressing her own breasts, teasing the coach, hinting to him to come fuck the sexy cheerleader. He gladly obliged.

Pamela mounted Bret on the couch and slowly her mouth moved down to his. They cautiously kissed until both of their mouths opened and their tongues began searching for each other. It became a hungry kiss, a kiss between two people who had definitely fucked before and were sure it was going to happen again. 

Pamela took Bret's hands and placed them on her breasts. He caressed her tits and fondled her nipples through the thin material. 

"You're getting me so damn hot again," the blonde said. "And I love it."

The coach slid the fishnet stocking off of his prize, taking care not to rip it. He liked this particular outfit and wanted to see her in it again. But not right now. He had to have it off. Now. And when it was off, Bret's tongue moved down to the high school girl's breasts, sucking, licking, lapping.

All the while, they were moving together, his cock coming closer and closer to the entrance of her sweet, sexy pussy. His warm tongue ran rapidly over her nipples and his little bites nearly brought Pamela over the edge right then and there. 

Her pussy was soaking, dripping. She had anticipated this second fuck session with Bret ever since the first one had ended. She guided Bret's hands to her pussy and he began to massage it, Pamela moaning loudly as he rubbed her hot sex. 

She wanted his cock inside of her and she wanted it now. He slid out of his shorts and tank, and his solid cock found the entrance to the sexy blonde's pussy and moved inside, slowly at first. But it became a wild fuck as his pulsating cock moved back and forth against the walls of her horny pussy. They French kissed while they fucked and talked about how much they had craved each other. He told her he couldn't wait until the game at Valley Falls. He told her he hoped both teams advanced to the state playoffs because he'd fuck her again and again in the hotel room. She told him she'd never had a better fuck, and admitted she'd fucked older guys before. 

When he removed his cock just for a second, her hand was there to grasp it, stroke it, massage it. She ran her hand down the shaft and carefully stroked the soft skin between his balls and asshole. His moans of reassurance encouraged her to allow him to put his cock back into her hungry pussy. After he resumed fucking his high school trophy from Valley Falls, Pamela decided she wanted to taste his hot cock. She eased it out of her pussy and ran her tongue over the head, sucking the hot juice that leaked from the tip. She French kissed the coach's cock expertly, blowing and sucking in alternate motions, coming excruciatingly close to getting the coach off. She was fingering herself as she gave the coach an expert blowjob, and her wetness was flowing.

Bret moved them into 69 position and began tasting the young girl's pussy. She was aggressively stroking, kissing and sucking his cock while he was pleasuring her at the same time.

"God, now!" Pamela shrieked, as she removed her mouth from his cock and slid on top of him, mounting his thick pole. "Cum in me now!"

Bret's hands played with Pamela's tits that bounced before him as she methodically rocked her hips. His cock filled her pussy and both of them could feel it pulsating with the motion of her hips. Pamela, although she didn't need any help, reached down and began fingering her clit and the movements became even more aggressive. Bret's cock dug deeper and deeper into the 18-year-old's pussy. And then it happened. He rose up and plowed his cock into her sex, blowing hot cum deep into her pussy. Pamela gave a couple more hip thrusts to meet Bret and she, too, came, over and over again. The couple kissed, caressed and started all over again after a short break. The coach was 5-0 and getting laid whenever he wanted. Life was definitely good. 



Coach's Conquests Ch. 14



14

The 34-12 win over Sandcreek moved the Raiders to No. 2 in the high school poll while Valley Falls, after being shocked by Highland 20-18, fell to No. 8. Highland moved to No. 6 with that impressive win. The conference standings after Lakeville's fifth league game looked like this: 

Lakeville 2-0 

Highland 2-0 

Valley Falls 1-1 

Prairie 1-1 

Weston 2-2 

Sandcreek 1-3 

Redwater 0-2 

The next week, Bret studied game films over and over in preparation for a game at Prairie. The Pirates had lost two games in a row, but were 1-1 in league and a dangerous team. And it was their Homecoming. And like Homecoming all across the United States, teams that weren't that good on the field tended to be very good that night. 

The long film sessions paid off, however, as Lakeville prevailed 20-18. Monique was flirty the night of the game, but one of the assistant coaches, intent on getting the lowdown on the state playoffs, sat by Bret all the way home and didn't give the coach a chance to get near the cheerleader. When they got back to Lakeville, she said she felt sick, and it must've been so because she missed school that next Monday.

The Raiders stayed at No. 2 in the poll, Highland moved up to No. 5 with a win over Sandcreek, and Valley Falls improved to No. 6 with a crushing of winless Redwater. The Huskies of Highland began to worry Bret. Here was a team that no one expected to perform at this level and they were 6-0 and threatening to make a run for the conference title.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. It was supposed to be Lakeville and Valley Falls, Valley Falls and Lakeville. To add gray hairs to the young coach's head was the fact that it was Lakeville's Homecoming this week. Certainly, more distractions loomed. On the bright side, the opponent was Redwater, winless Redwater. Didn't everyone want Redwater to be their Homecoming guest year after year? Well, yes, but it didn't always work out that way. This season, it happened to work out, and Bret was grateful to whoever made out the schedule before he had arrived. 

On a statewide level, the top-ranked team, Oaktown, hadn't lost in three seasons, and it was a given they would be No. 1 until someone defeated them. They had given up exactly one touchdown the entire season. Bret managed to get a game tape on Oaktown and watched it briefly before he realized he was getting ahead of himself. He hadn't even secured one of the two playoff berths in his own conference, let alone one of the eight spots in the state tournament. There would be time to scout Oaktown, a school 4 1/2 hours away by car. That would come later.

As if the county fair didn't present enough of a challenge, Homecoming week always did. Bret talked on the phone to Lori Hayes twice, and the sexy collegiate girl promised the coach at least a drink when she came home for Homecoming. The coach was hoping there would be much more. On Tuesday night the girls in the school played a powder-puff football game, the seniors and freshmen against the sophomores and juniors.

The boys in the high school officiated the game, and Bret was one of the faculty members who were in attendance as a show of school spirit. It was a fun event and everyone seemed to enjoy him or herself, even Monique, who was apparently over her illness. It was too cold for shorts, but the high school asses in their tight jeans still gave the coach a hard on.

One ass in particular that intrigued him was that of Carrie Kemp, a 6-foot-1 volleyball player. She was a lifeguard in the summer and had the body for it. She looked great in her jeans, even greater in her tight little volleyball uniform. The only problem was that Carrie had a tendency to like her booze, and she'd been warned more than once that one more violation would find her off the team. Normally, one violation was enough, but this was Carrie Kemp, the daughter of the only banker in town. Kemp flirted with whoever would flirt back, and to this point, Bret had kept his distance.

But when Carrie started coming on to him in class, he felt obligated to come on back to her. The flirting had been going on for quite a while, but it was worse than ever on this night. Bret suspected Carrie had been drinking -- and he was right. 

Problem is, she got caught after the powder puff game and was booted from the volleyball team. It was too bad, too. Between Carrie and Tamica, the Raiders had a chance to go to state. Now, the coach thought, they didn't have a prayer.

The coach spent most of the week studying film of Highland's win over Valley Falls. He could scout both teams that way, and the two-point game allowed Bret to see what both teams did near the end of the game in a close battle. Bret occasionally looked at Oaktown film too, even though he had promised himself he wouldn't look at the Oaks until the time came. Still, he was gleaning valuable information from their tape. Now, if only the teams would meet.

The Homecoming bonfire was scheduled for Thursday night, the game on Friday and the dance Saturday night. When Bret was in high school, dress to the dance was casual. He remembered fondling breasts through tight sweaters and massaging butt cheeks through jeans. Boy, how it had changed. It was a formal affair these days, and that's why it had been moved to Saturday night and not held on the night of the game.

Bret touched base with Lori Hayes Wednesday. She said she'd be in town Friday, watch the game and then the pair could see what developed. She said she planned to see Monique Saturday and take her to the cabin at the Barr Place to help Monique prepare for the dance Saturday night. Monique had told Bret she wasn't thrilled about the date she had accepted, but he was a friendly guy and she was sure they would have fun. She inquired about stopping by his house after the date had ended, but Bret impressed upon her how important it was to make her date feel like he was an important guy.

Monique agreed. Bret, like the other faculty members, attended the bonfire Thursday night. It was held annually at a vacant lot in town, far away from any structures that could accidentally catch on fire. Wood was hauled in each year, usually from an old barn that some farmer tore down. The band played, the cheerleaders cheered and most of the students drank, thinking the faculty didn't know there was either rum in their Coke cans or schnapps in their hot cocoa. But the faculty did know. Hell, Bret Harris even put some liquor in his coffee. One of the students who didn't hide the fact that she'd been drinking was Carrie Kemp, the former volleyball player. The tight jeans and sweater accented her fabulous body, and the coach got hard thinking about what it would be like to have this tall, luscious girl on top of him, riding him, fucking him.

It wasn't to be on this night, however. Carrie had brought a friend from another school and was busily making out with him during the festivities. Bret flirted with Monique a bit, but her date for the next night, a seldom-used football player, was hanging around the cheerleader, acting as if the two were a couple. Bret could sense Monique's displeasure, but did nothing to intervene. 

Friday morning dawned sunny and cold, but at least it wouldn't rain during the game, the coach thought. He had put in some new passing plays and wanted a chance to use them against Redwater. School let out at noon for the afternoon parade, which went down the mile-long main street of Lakeville. Bret rode on the float with the football team; the cheerleaders on a car just in front. As the people lined the streets to watch the parade, which consisted of the local police and fire departments, the band, the cheerleaders, the team and one float from each class, Bret looked for Lori Hayes. And there she was, in front of the pharmacy, standing with her mother. Lori smiled and waved, and Bret returned the gesture.

When everyone returned to the school following the parade, Lori was there, in her designer jeans and a sexy top. It was cold out, and her braless nipples were pressing against the low-cut top she wore. The nipples were huge, the coach thought, and he was looking forward to getting his mouth on them later. The small talk that ensued between Bret and Lori confirmed his wishes: She all but told the coach he'd be dipping his cock into her pussy later that night. 

A large crowd packed the bleachers and the sidelines for the Homecoming game. Assistant coaches who had been at Lakeville told Bret it was a larger Homecoming crowd than normal. It appeared there were a lot of people who normally didn't go to games who attended this one to see just how good the Raiders were this season. On one other occasion the Raiders had started this well, 6-0. But they lost their seventh game of the season and then lost again in the state semifinals to finish 9-2. Lakeville had never been to a state football championship game.

The game with Redwater, as expected, was a mismatch from the beginning. The Raiders drove 65 yards on their opening possession to take the early lead and never were threatened. It was one of the most relaxing games in Bret's coaching career. Everyone played; everyone had fun. The coach wasn't even bothered by the players who had to stay out on the field for the Homecoming halftime festivities instead of being in the locker room.

The final score? Lakeville 74, Redwater 36. Chants of "on to state" came from the Lakeville student section as the victorious Raiders jogged off the field. The Raiders were now 4-0 in league and 7-0 overall. 

In the locker room after the game, the only thing Bret told his team was to have a nice weekend, but to lay off the alcohol. Despite the perfect record, drinking would not be tolerated on this team.

One of the well wishers after the game was Lori Hayes, who congratulated the coach with a handshake. He slipped a house key into her mittened hand. Bret staved off Monique and the ever-charging Carrie Kemp by saying he "had" to go drink with alumni who were happy about the 7-0 record. He told Monique, "I'll talk to you before your date tomorrow night." She expected a phone call, but it didn't turn out that way as both would find out later.

The coach had a quick beer with some former Lakeville Raiders and headed home around 11:30 p.m. Lori's car was directly across the street, in front of the Barker house. Lori met Bret at the door wearing nothing but a short silk robe. She obviously had traveled across the country prepared. His eyes were drawn to her gorgeous legs, and he stood there admiring them. She stepped aside as Bret walked in and then gave him a hug, letting him feel the hardness of her nipples through the thin cloth.

After the coach had grabbed a beer, he returned to the living room to see Lori standing at the front of the hallway. When she was sure Bret was looking, she untied the robe and let it fall, revealing only a sleek black teddy that hugged her curves beautifully. Bret felt his cock bulge. Lori saw it and smiled. He again noticed the pierced bellybutton. Ahhh, college women, Bret thought.

"I wanted to be comfortable for you," she said, her hands running over her breasts and touching the teddy all over. "I really wanted to show you this when you were on campus a couple weeks ago, but this will do."

She began to caress her body, rubbing her hand across her stomach, over her hip, then to the inside of her thigh, slightly parting her legs so give him just a glimpse of her pussy, which was pressed against the material of the teddy. As her hand came to rest over her swollen slit, she pushed against her clit and gasped with pleasure.

"I'm so wet. Bret, why don't you come down the hall with me and help." Her voice was whiny, but in a sexy, sensual sort of way. The coach had had his high school pussy for most of the year, with the one exception being the mature Angie Evans. Now, he'd have what was between: He'd have a young, hot, sexy college girl, the type who knew what to do and knew what to say while she was doing it. And the coach liked that.

Bret was down the hall in no time, kneeling at Lori's feet before she could even get to his room. He dived between her legs like a man on a mission. He breathed in her scent and pulled the thin strip of fabric to the side to gaze at her smooth, clean-shaven pussy. His tongue flicked across her clit then slid down to lap the wetness gathered on her outer lips. She leaned back against the wall and raised one knee over his shoulder, spreading herself open for him. His hands slipped easily under her ass and he lifted her up to his hungry mouth. She squirmed and squealed as his tongue probed inside of her, pushing his face against her clit, each wave bringing her higher and higher to her point of explosion. She came quickly, the juices running freely from her. He moaned with pleasure at her sweetness and continued licking her slick, hot pussy.

"Cock," she moaned, "I want your cock." He stood up as she began fumbling with the tie on the elastic waistband of his coaching pants. When she got it open, she could see his raging hard-on sticking out above the waistband of his briefs. She slid her hands inside, stroking and squeezing his tight ass while pushing the clothing out of her way. His cock sprang free and bobbed in her face. She covered the knob with her hot sucking mouth, causing him to shudder and sway. Her tongue swirled around while her lips rubbed over and over him.

Without missing a beat, they somehow maneuvered into his room and onto his bed. She stroked his shaft with one hand, while gently squeezing his balls with the other. He continued to thrust deeper into her hot mouth. She greedily took his full length until he was slamming the back of her throat. She felt him stiffen and heard him moan just before his hot load shot into her waiting mouth. She drank it like a crazed woman, noisily slurping every drop.

Bret then positioned the couple into a 69, and Lori continued sucking on his cock, bringing it back to life in no time. She rubbed her pussy over his face while slurping his now-stiff prick.

"I need to kiss you," the co-ed said after removing the hard cock from between her sexy lips. "I want your tongue on mine." She crawled around and got on top of the coach, closing her eyes. She moved her lips slowly towards his until they met in a soft, hot kiss. In a matter of seconds, Lori had her arms wrapped around his body again and her tongue in his mouth, passionately kissing him. She then began running her hands over Bret's nipples and up and down his legs and stomach. She felt the familiar bulge growing and felt it against her stomach.

Just as quickly as she had wanted to French kiss her hot coach, she was suddenly overcome with the desire to suck on Bret's cock again. She slithered and slid her sexy body down to where her she was at eye level with his prick. She grabbed his shaft and began licking and lapping his hard cock. After spending a few seconds getting it coated with saliva, she took his entire cock into her mouth and began sucking as if her life depended on it. Up and down she bobbed her head, hollowing her cheeks, sucking and running her tongue in circles under the sensitive spot right under the head. Bret moaned with pleasure.

The feeling of Lori's tongue roaming over that concentrated bundle of nerves made him wild with desire. Each time her tongue reached that spot, he felt as if he was going to come right at that moment and fill her mouth with gobs of his sticky come. Luckily for him, however, the feeling passed each time her tongue moved back around to the other side of his cock, only to come back when her tongue brushed the underside again. Her sweet and talented tongue was keeping him on the brink of orgasm. 

She pulled Bret's cock out of her mouth, just long enough to beg him to come in her mouth. "Please," she pleaded. "I need to taste you again." Then she put his cock back into her mouth and with one last, long, sucking stroke, milked a big gush of hot cum from his cock right into her mouth. It didn't even slow her down; she kept right on sucking, swallowing all the cum that Bret could produce. Or so she thought. She continued the lovemaking of his cock and got it hard again by increasing the speed and sucking pressure on his rigid member. This went on for a few more minutes until the coach was ready to blow again. With a forceful spurt, the come came exploding out of his cock, right into Lori's cheeks. Again, she swallowed it like a pro. 

Lori finished licking Bret's cock clean, lapping any stray drops of his cum lovingly with her tongue. Then she scooted back up and maneuvered her tits to Bret's mouth, the teddy amazingly still on her body somewhat.

"They need attention," the sexy co-ed cooed. "Can you give them some? How about it? Give them a Happy Homecoming?"

"Mmmmmmm," the coach replied, "Homecoming has always been my favorite holiday."

Bret slid the straps of the teddy off of her tan, sexy shoulders and down to her waist. She wriggled out of it and Bret threw it into his closet. "A memento," he told her. Lori leaned over him, offering first one breast, and then the other, into his waiting mouth. His tongue felt so good on her nipples that she almost came just from his gentle nibbling. When she could take no more of this, she slid further up the bed, leaned over the headboard and lowered her pussy onto his mouth.

As his tongue started exploring her pussy lips and finally found her clitoris, Lori's passion seemed to reach an even higher level than it ever had before. Bret's tongue nibbled and sucked and flicked over her clit, while wave after wave of pleasure flowed from every square inch of her body. After a few minutes, she felt the telltale sign that her orgasm was approaching. Excitedly she grasped his head and forced it hard onto the tip of her clitoris. She clamped her thighs around Bret's head and had the most explosive orgasm she had ever had in her life. There was no time to rest now. Looking down at Bret's hard cock brought Lori back to a state of full arousal. She straddled him and sat down hard, forcing his meat to fill her to the hilt. She sat there for a few seconds, contracting her muscles around him and enjoying the wonderful feeling of having him inside her.

Almost reluctantly, she began a steady up and down rhythm, concentrating on the sensations that this caused deep inside her body. Although Bret's last orgasm was less than 10 minutes ago, Lori could sense that another was fast approaching. She reached down to play with her clitoris while still continuing her undulations.

"Don't you wish you would've done this a couple weeks ago?" she teased between upward and downwards movements on his cock. "Don't you wish you would've fucked me in that hotel room that night?"

"Mmmmm, yes," the coach said, only half lying. Angie Evans had been hot, but Lori Hayes was quickly rising to the top of his list. He definitely would have to get together with this beauty over the holidays. 

"You're coming home for Christmas, right?" the coach said. "Ummmmmmmmmm, not sure," she moaned back while continuing their slow, methodical fuck. Their sex wasn't as hasty or rushed as it had been, and both seemed to be enjoying the short respite even though the lovemaking was continuing. "What's in it for me?"

"I'll be in you," the coach said. "The entire holiday break. If you'll have me."

"Ohhhhhhhh, I'll have you," the college girl replied. "More than you'll want probably." 

The fucking replaced the conversation as the pace increased with Lori on top of Bret. She again reached down to give her clit a few strokes, "just to help me along," she smiled. 

Feeling her hand brushing his cock, as well as her own clitoris, gave Bret all the encouragement that he needed. He emptied his next load of come deep inside Lori's pussy, just as her pussy walls began contracting and forcing her own orgasm. Totally worn out from their passionate exertions, Bret and Lori fell asleep for a while. He woke up a couple hours later to her French kissing his cock. 




Coach's Conquests Ch. 14



"Mmmmmmmm, you don't mind, do you coach?" Bret looked at the clock. It was 4:15 a.m.

"No, not at all," he said, smiling. "Have a deadline?"

"I'm getting together with Monique Sellars before the dance. I'm helping her with makeup and stuff. We haven't talked in quite a while."

"She's a great girl," the coach said, his cock beginning to grow again thinking about Monique while Lori was giving him a blowjob. "She's cute. You're helping her with makeup? Seems she wears plenty."

"Now, don't pretend you don't notice," Lori said, taking long, slow licks at his hardening cock. "You'd probably fuck her if you could."

The coach just smiled.

"You have, haven't you?" Lori asked, and the blowjob ceased. "Tell me. Fess up. Or you don't get any more of me."

"Our secret," the coach said, manipulating Lori's mouth back to his cock. "Tell anyone and you die." 

The college senior smiled and went back to sucking Bret's cock, the member now almost at full length and hard. After a bit more sucking, Lori removed Bret's cock from her mouth and moved up and kissed him. They relaxed together, talking about Monique. Lori explained how she had helped Monique get interested in cheerleading and had taught her a lot of cheers when both were younger. They were closer then, and hadn't really kept in touch. Lori thought this would be a good time to "rekindle their relationship," she said.

"Rekindle how?" the coach asked, smiling.

"Ahh, so that turns you on?" Lori asked. 

"You and Monique together in a hot sex act? You'd have to be dead not be interested in that."

"I've tried that route with Monique, although not lately," Lori said, again kissing Bret. "And now you're making me horny. I'm certainly going to try again tomorrow." 

"Think she'll bite?" the coach asked.

"I sure hope so," Lori replied. "I'm sure gonna try." 

"If you need any help..." the coach said, smiling.

"We're going to Rusty Barr's cabin at the Gilbert Place," Lori said. "Why don't you come by?"

The coach smiled and rolled over on top of Lori, his cock easily sliding into her waiting pussy. His mouth covered hers, and in a matter of seconds, they were wildly fucking again.



Coach's Conquests Ch. 15



"So, do you wanna be drunk for tonight or sober?" The question came from Lori Hayes and was directed to Monique Sellars as the 22-year-old and 18-year-old started down Main Street of Lakeville, heading for Rusty Barr's cabin.

"I wouldn't mind sharing a drink or two this afternoon," the high school senior replied. "It's a long time until 8 o'clock."

After Lori had purchased some wine coolers and a bottle of wine, the girls headed toward the cabin. Recent rains made the going slow, but they both took advantage by drinking as much as they could. By the time they got to the cabin, they were downright giggly. They shared conversation about numerous topics, with men and sex leading the way.

Bret Harris, the sexy new Lakeville coach, was the topic for much of the talk, and Monique steered clear of admitting they had been fucking, even though she wanted badly to let Lori in on her secret. Lori mentioned she had met Bret for the first time at the college and had seen him again at the Homecoming parade and game. She admitted she thought he was very good looking. There was no discussion of what took place after the game.

Lori had built a fire because of the chilly October day and both were sitting very close to it, and each other.

"My jeans are terribly wet," Lori said, "I think you must've splashed me when you stepped in that puddle outside." The college senior playfully pushed Monique to the rug near the fire, and then stood up and did a somewhat dramatic striptease in front of the high schooler. She threw off her oversized sweatshirt to reveal a tight, cutoff T-shirt and no bra.

The bottoms of her tan breasts were barely visible, and Monique's eyes quickly moved away from them to Lori's bellybutton ring. Further down, only skimpy bikini panties were left between Monique's eyes and Lori's pussy.

"C'mon, your turn," Lori said to Monique. "The fire feels good on my...on my..." the girls laughed as Lori's voice trailed off before finishing the sentence. Monique was next to strip, leaving herself in only a matching lacy yellow bra and panty set. Her breasts were too large for the bra and were barely held in.

Lori's mouth watered. "You've grown up so much since junior high," Lori said. "And I mean you've grown up well." The girls shared a few more laughs and a few more drinks of the bottle of wine. Lori confessed to having a crush on the younger Monique, and Monique admitted she had always wanted to be like Lori.

"No," Lori said, "I mean a crush. Like, I like you. Wanted you."

"Sexually?" Monique asked, her pussy starting to heat up.

"Sexually," Lori responded. "It's been a dream for awhile."

"With me or in general?" Monique asked.

"With you. I've done it with others. I'm talking about you."

"You've done it with other girls? For how long?" Monique inquired.

"Oh, since I was a freshman in college. It was kinda like the thing to do right off the bat, that is, if you've already been with a guy. It was like, OK, you're in college now. If you haven't gotten laid, now is the time to do it, and if you have, now is the time to experiment with women. I dunno, really. But it's fun."

"So...you do it often?" Monique asked, trying not to be too pushy.

"Occasionally," Lori replied. "The partner makes all the difference. I've only had two, and they've both been great."

"But it doesn't make you a lesbian, does it?" Monique asked, hoping the answer would be no.

"Not at all," Lori said smiling. "I still like a hard cock. But this," she said, moving closer to Monique and then closer still, "is a nice change." 

With that, Lori began massaging Monique's thigh, up and down, just as Bret had the first night on the school bus. Lori moved to the senior's shoulders, caressing, massaging, kneading them, and she slipped her hands around Monique's waist and began caressing her hot ass through the panties. She didn't kiss her; she didn't want to yet. She wanted to see Monique's expression and reaction. The high school girls' tits told her all she needed to know. They were jutting out, pressing against the yellow lacy bra that barely could contain them. Lori began grinding her panties into Monique's; still their mouths didn't meet. Finally, Monique realized this was going to happen whether she wanted it or not. And, God, she wanted it. Monique gave in and finally came closer. Her face seemed to grow until Lori couldn't see anything else, until all she could see were Monique's brown eyes. At last she felt their lips touch, and Lori's eyes finally closed as the long-awaited kiss finally occurred.

"Please," Monique's whisper was almost inaudible. "Please keep touching me." The college senior obliged, cupping the high school senior's breast with her hand, squeezing it gently, and she kissed Monique once more. This time their lips parted, and the kiss took them beyond mere friendship to an intimacy Lori had only dreamed of.

Lori then moved back a bit and slid her half shirt off and tossed it aside. She then moved in closer, unhooked Monique's bra from the back and let it fall away. Their panties came next, Lori removing hers and then, after gesturing Monique to stand up, she removed the high school senior's.

Now four hands touched four naked breasts amid kisses and hugs. And the kisses moved from lips to cheeks, from necks to shoulders, from arms to hands to fingers, and then to the breasts beneath the fingers. Gasps and sighs were exchanged as lips discovered the taste of nipples, and fingers tangled in brown hair. Lori's hand was the first to dare straying between a pair of thighs not her own, to find the hidden moistness there. A moment later she felt Monique's palm press against her own mound. Sighs gave way to moans as friends shared new secrets. Legs moved to make room for questing fingers, which moved gently, tentatively at first, then more quickly as they grew wet with their spiraling passion. After Lori and Monique had brought each other to long, shuddering orgasms, Lori put her fingers, still sticky from Monique's pussy, to her lips.

One smell, one taste, and Lori knew what she was going to do next. Staring into her friend's eyes, Lori put her fingers in her mouth, one after another, and slowly shifted her position. When Lori was sure that Monique knew what she intended, she lowered her head and planted a kiss full on her pussy. Monique whimpered softly. Her thighs parted, opening her sex like a flower. And the taste of her was outside anything Lori had ever imagined. Taking a deep breath, Lori proceeded to kiss and taste every secret part of Monique that she could reach.

"Lori?" whispered Monique, and Lori looked up with a start. "Oh, please don't stop, that feels so wonderful, but..."

"What, Monique?"

"I want to have my tongue in your pussy, too," Monique replied. They settled down on their sides, each with her upper leg cast over the other's body. Lori felt a hot breath tickle her nest, followed by a timid kiss, then another, then a less timid kiss that lingered. A soft tongue spread her lips and searched until it found her clitoris, forcing an "ahhhhh" in response. From the tiny button, Monique kissed all down the smooth wet furrow to the secret entrance below, and then, stretching to reach, slipped her tongue inside.

Lori had all but forgotten about Bret by now. At first she didn't think Monique would go through with having sex with her, and when she found out she would, she almost wished she hadn't invited the coach. 

But she had, and then she thought of last night, and how hot he was, and she got wetter by the second thinking of the three of them together. She was hoping Monique would agree to that little scenario as well. Monique's voice that breathed, "Lori... oh, Lori...," as Lori brought her to another orgasm.

A moment later it was Lori who cried out softly as she came, her hips bucking to press herself hard against Monique's hidden face. They collapsed and cuddled together, sharing soft kisses for a long while until the conversation turned to the coach.

"I spent the night with him last night," Lori confessed, anxiously awaiting the high school girl's reaction. "And I know you've been with him, too. I don't know your involvement, and I don't want to interrupt anything you have going with him. I just wanted his hard cock so much." 

Had she not been so fulfilled by Lori's tongue, Monique might have been pissed off. She handled it very well, and the pair continued talking, comparing their sexual activities with the coach.

"I have a surprise for you," Lori said after a few minutes. "I've invited him here today. To be with you; to be with us."

Monique's face went flush as she listened to Lori tell of the plan she and Bret made the night before.

"He's going to come?" Monique asked.

"Yes, and he's going to cum," Lori replied, and the girls shared a giggle.

Within 30 minutes the coach was there, inside, and the three of them were naked on the rug in front of the fireplace. Lori looked on as Bret settled down between Monique's thighs, pausing to take each breast into his mouth, which caused Monique to moan until he silenced her with another kiss.

Monique reached between them and stroked his rigid limb before guiding it to her pussy, still wet from her lovemaking with Lori. Bret slid smoothly into his high school cheerleader, neither quickly nor slowly, and Monique sucked in her breath in a long gasp, her eyes widening as they stared into his. Bret's eyes closed and he fell gently onto Monique. As his hips began rocking, Monique closed her eyes. She was full of him now, and he paused for one long, wonderful moment to savor the feeling of their bodies merged.

It was, understandably, not long at all before Bret's breathing and movements meant he was about to cum. As he withdrew his massive cock from Monique's depth, a long jet arced out to land on her thigh. Lori grabbed the bucking shaft and captured it with her mouth, holding it there as Bret gasped out his orgasm.

"I wish I'd done that," said Monique, as Lori licked the last creamy drops from her leg. "I know how good he tastes."

"Let me remind you," Lori answered, and she kissed Monique, letting her taste the love juice that she had wanted to feel inside her. It didn't take long for the coach to become hard again. Seeing the 22-year-old make out with the 18-year-old, their tan bodies entangled with one another, was enough to make a dead man hard. When the kiss ended, Lori panted, "Bret, you left something unfinished here."

"What?" the coach replied.

"You haven't made Monique come yet," Lori said. "Wouldn't you like to taste her?" 

"Does she taste anything like you?" Bret asked.

"Better," said Lori, which made Monique blush.

"Let's see," the coach said. Bret leaned over Monique, who obligingly parted her legs. As she felt his lips and tongue lead her down the road to ecstasy, she reached out to stroke Lori's breasts. Lori responded by kneeling next to Bret to suck on Monique's nipples. Monique's hand found its way to Lori's pussy, and Lori's hand reached beneath Bret to fondle what she found there.

This proved awkward, and Lori had a better idea. Lying on her back next to Monique, she wriggled around until she was staring up at Bret's cock, and then drew her knees up to her chest, presenting her pussy to Monique. After some shifting around to find comfortable positions, Lori set forth to coax Bret's cock back to life as he explored Monique's pussy with his fingers and tongue, while Monique made a similar exploration of Lori.

By the time Monique came, Lori had a very stiff penis in her mouth, which she removed to say, "He's hard again, would you like a turn?"

Monique said she would, so they switched places and Monique found herself staring at Bret's lovely cock, the one she'd worshipped so many times before. But she was up to the task again. As Bret tasted Lori, Monique licked at his cock tentatively, chasing it around with her tongue. She finally took it in her hand to hold it still, and her touch coaxed pearly drops from the tip. These she used it as lubrication, and soon her hand moved slickly back and forth around the fleshy pole. After a few more licks, she aimed the head between her lips and devoured it.

Bret's cock pulsed as he felt his Monique's lips close around it. After several minutes of this, Bret was ready to get laid again. Lori eyed the prone Bret, climbed on top of him, straddled his hips and mounted him. She did all the work while Bret moaned with pleasure and Monique watched them, first from the front, then from the rear, as Lori rode up and down, spearing herself on Bret's long pole.

Twice Monique helped rejoin them, delighting in feeling their slippery skin slide together under her fingers. Then Lori suggested Monique sit on Bret's face, which she did in a heartbeat. She knelt over Bret's head, facing Lori, and lowered her ass until she felt the touch of a tongue in the crack of her bottom. Shifting backward, she pressed her pussy against his lips.

The girls embraced as Bret made love to both of them at once, kissing passionately, their fingers on each others clits, and together they came with Bret's cock still in Lori's pussy.

He didn't come, though. He wanted to save it and shoot his creamy, hot, white love juice into Monique's mouth. He'd done about everything else. While sucking him off, Monique felt Bret's fingers in her hair as she bobbed her head up and down.

"I'm coming, Monique," he gasped, "I'm coming."

Monique felt his cock pulse in her mouth, and the hot taste of semen filled her mouth. The thick liquid squirted in pulses, once, twice, three times, and more, then subsided.

Releasing the hot flesh from her mouth, she swallowed and swallowed again, then continued to suck on it until it had softened and stopped oozing cream.

All three were spent -- at least for the time being. They continued their lovemaking the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening before it was time to head back.



Coach's Conquests Ch. 16



Monique Sellars couldn't get the image of Lori Hayes eating her pussy out of her mind. Not a minute passed since Saturday that Monique didn't crave girl/girl sex. Not that the coach joining in hadn't been fun -- it had -- but the way Lori made her feel definitely stuck with her. She wanted to experience it again -- and she didn't really care with whom. She found herself looking at female classmates, teachers, department-store clerks, anyone with breasts.

Sure, she still wanted the coach's cock, but now she had options. On Wednesday, a school assembly on drug and alcohol abuse afforded the opportunity for several area schools to travel to the university at Weston. Juniors and seniors from most of the schools in the league were in attendance, including Valley Falls and Pamela George. Dressed in tight black pants and a tight red sweater that showed her curves nicely, Pamela George had the attention of every guy in the room. She also had the attention of Monique Sellars.

During the two-hour session, Monique found herself not thinking about the hazards of driving drunk, but thinking about what was under the red sweater and black pants worn by Pamela George. When she came out of her trance, she felt the familiar moistness in her panties. She was actually attracted to the enemy, the rival cheerleader from Valley Falls who came to the Lakeville carwash, stripped down to her blue bikini and had all the LHS boys hard as a rock.

Monique remembered the blue bikini, and her nipples got hard thinking about it. At one point, Pamela George caught Monique looking at her. This wasn't the first time, but the previous occasions usually ended in glares. Not this time. Monique flashed Pamela a smile, and the Valley Falls cheerleader flashed one back. Pamela's smile was more of a "can we be friends smile," and Monique nodded in agreement. When the assembly ended, Monique made a beeline for Pamela, hoping to make her move.

Instantly, they were friends. Monique went so far as to apologize to Pamela for treating her badly at the car wash.

"Why the change of heart?" the Valley Falls girl asked carefully. 

"I just think we're probably going to be seeing enough of each other in the next few months. Our football teams are probably both going to state; our basketball teams play each other. I just think it's healthy to be friends."

Pamela agreed, and the girls shared a soda before exchanging phone numbers and e-mail addresses and boarding their separate buses for home.

"Hey, see you Friday," Pamela shouted as she jumped on the Valley Falls bus. "You play at our place."

Monique waved. Yes, she thought. I will see her Friday, and I wish I could see all of her. Why couldn't she, Monique thought, and when she got home that night she e-mailed Pamela about the game and about what Valley Falls kids did after their home games.

Suddenly, an Instant Message popped up. Pamela George was asking Monique to add her to her IM list. Monique readily accepted.

"Hi," wrote Pamela, and beside the text a stunning photo of Pamela sitting on her deck appeared.

"Hi," Monique wrote back, frowning that the image area for a photo of her was blank.

The girls chatted back and forth until the subject came up about Friday night and the "in" thing to do after games.

"It's usually entirely boring here in VF," Pamela wrote. "I'd rather come to Lakeville and party with you guys. You guys seem fun."

Monique: "We're really not. It's a lot of talk. That's why people think we're a party school."

Pamela: "Well, I did go to a party one Saturday at a lake near there. That was fun."

Monique: "I missed that one, I guess. Really, our parties are lame."

Pamela: "I'll probably try to find something to do. Mom and Dad are going to be out of town so I'm trying to pawn my little brother off on someone. I surely don't want to go home alone. :(

Monique: "Ahh, a sad face. I'm sorry. Maybe I'll miss the bus after the game on purpose and I can keep you company. :)

Pamela: "That would be great. Hey, you should plan on staying overnight. I can drive you home Saturday...if you want."

Monique: "Let me call you. Log off, OK?"

They made their plans on the phone. Monique would get a note from her parents and stay with Pamela after the game. She'd come home Saturday. She knew that would eliminate any chance of being with Bret on Friday night after the game, but she still thought being with Pamela was a good idea. She knew Valley Falls had a chance to defeat Lakeville, and she had never seen Bret after a loss, but he was so intense even during wins that she wasn't sure she wanted to be around him after a loss.

Pamela, in her own mind, agreed as well, thinking the coach might not be up for a late-night adventure when he had to accompany the team back to Lakeville. She'd been with Bret before, and she'd be with him again, she thought. So having Monique over would be fun.

The girls talked on the phone Thursday night too, and although they didn't go into details, Monique assumed from the risqué conversation that Pamela was sexually active. Never in her wildest dreams did Monique suspect Pamela was sleeping with Bret Harris. The thought that Monique had been with the coach didn't cross Pamela's mind either.

Monique was overly excited about Friday night. Even if it didn't lead to sex, Monique had found a new friend, a nice-looking friend with whom she could hang out. She packed her bag Thursday -- including the sexiest bra and panties she could find -- and waited as time seemed to stand still until Friday night. 

Bret acknowledged Monique when he got on the school bus for the trip to Valley Falls, but the cheerleader could tell his mind was on football, not sex. She knew right then and there she had made the right choice by agreeing to stay with Pamela George.

Lakeville had a one-game lead in the league standings with a 4-0 record, but Valley Falls and Highland were both 3-1, searching for that second playoff spot. Highland had been knocked off its perch by Prairie, which was still looming in the background of the playoff scene. Lakeville had stayed No. 2 in the state -- no one was coming close to beating Oaktown -- and Valley Falls had moved to No. 4. Highland, after its loss to Prairie, had dropped to No. 10. While Lakeville was playing at Valley Falls, Highland was playing host to Weston. The league and playoff picture would certainly come into focus after that night's games.

At the game during warm-ups, Bret and Pamela exchanged glances but nothing more. Pamela, too, was happy she had invited Monique to stay. It looked like the intense coach would be going home alone tonight.

Lakeville-Valley Falls II was as good as it was built up to be. It was even better than the 6-0 game earlier in the season at Lakeville. And it was better than a lot of close games between the two schools, according to the old-timers. It was back and forth, up and down the field, but without a lot of scoring. Two-point conversions were non-existent for some reason. Both teams scored touchdowns in the first and second quarters, and both teams missed their conversions. The result was a 12-12 tie at halftime. There was no fire-and-brimstone speech from the coach. He preached patience and perseverance.

And that's what he got. The Raiders came out in the second half and in workmanlike fashion, drove the ball right down the field. But their field-goal try from the 15 -- their first try at a field goal all year -- was wide to the left.

"Keep your head up," Bret told the kicker. "You'll get another chance down the road. Don't dwell on it. There's a lot of game left."

The field goal was something Bret had slowly instituted into his team's arsenal throughout the season. He felt good about going for two points from the 3-yard line after touchdowns, but he thought a field goal might make the difference in a close game. He told the kicker to be ready and even called a play to put the ball in front of the goal posts.

But the kicker, nervous as he could be, rushed the kick and hooked it to the left. Valley Falls, too, drove the length of the field, but on its fourth-down try, a pass into the end zone was incomplete. It seemed Valley Falls had no confidence in its kicking game either.

The Raiders finally broke the tie with 6 minutes left in the game, but again missed the conversion. Bret toyed with going for a one-point extra point, but he thought if the Raiders couldn't get it in from the three, they didn't deserve the two points. It turned out they couldn't get it in from the three. The score remained 18-12. Down the stretch, the coach called on his staunch defense to seal the game -- and it worked.

Twice Valley Falls drove inside the Lakeville 15, and twice the Raiders closed the door. Valley Falls got it back one final time -- on its own 40-yard-line with 12 seconds left. But time was short, and the field was long. Two incomplete passes later the game was over and the Raiders had won 18-12. 

The Raiders swarmed their coach and players following the game. Shortly thereafter, they learned that Highland had lost again, this time to Weston. Lakeville had clinched the league championship and a berth in the eight-team state playoffs. And, more importantly to the townspeople, they had swept Valley Falls. The streak of one team winning both regular-season games since 1984 was continued. The coach was happy he was not the answer to a trivia question. It was great beating Valley Falls twice in one season, but in the back of his mind, Bret Harris thought there might be a Lakeville-Valley Falls III.

"They're good enough to advance quite a ways at state," the coach told the radio broadcaster after the game. "And I think we are too. I'd love to play them for the state championship."

Among those who congratulated the coach were Monique (with a hug) and Pamela (with a handshake). And while boisterous fans that had made the trip swarmed the coach, Monique and Pamela disappeared.

"We'd like to have you join our post-game gathering," said one fan, which Bret recognized as Clarence Kemp, the banker in town and father of suspended volleyball player Carrie Kemp. "Can you come over to the house, coach?" Before he responded, Bret looked around for Monique, and then for Pamela. Neither was to be seen.

"I'll be there when the bus gets back," the coach said. When he jumped on the bus, the driver handed him the slip of paper with the names of those players who would not be riding home on the bus. As the only school administrator on the bus, Bret was in charge of making sure everyone got home safely. And if they weren't riding home on the bus, he was the man they had to inform.

Some players always rode the bus home -- it was a camaraderie-type thing. Others never did. On this night, most players rode the bus home. They were all in a celebratory mood, and they all wanted to relive the game with each other. Among the notes that Bret reviewed from those absent was one from Monique Sellars' mom, Michelle.

"Please excuse Monique from the bus ride home. She'll be staying with a friend and won't be on the return trip to Lakeville. Michelle Sellars."

Oh well, Bret thought. It's a good night to get drunk. We're 8-0, league champions, and I could use a beer or two. 

When Pamela opened the back door of the SUV she was driving to allow Monique and her to stash their bags, she opened a cooler that was present.

"Oh, good, he came through," Pamela said.

"Came through? Who? What?" Monique asked.

"My supplier. Beer, wine, coolers. Will that do?" 

The Valley Falls cheerleader, her blonde hair now out of her ponytail but her lipstick and other makeup still in perfect order, smiled at her new friend from Lakeville.

"Sure," Monique said nonchalantly. Actually, she was extremely excited that booze would be involved. All the better to execute her plan. The pair jumped into the SUV, cruised Main Street of Valley Falls a few times and secretly sipped on alcoholic beverages.

"Gosh, we just came from that assembly and look at us," Pamela joked. "Drinking on Main Street. Nothing good came out of that, did it?" 

"Well," Monique said, her hand finding the knee of Pamela and slowly sliding upward, "something did." They smiled at each other and continued to drive around, both of them in their cheerleading outfits, for another hour or so. By then the town was dead.

"No one's out because we lost," Pamela said, pretending to be sad.

"Ah, I'll make it better for you," Monique said, and with that, leaned down and kissed Pamela's bare thigh.

"Oooooo," the Valley Falls girl said. "You go girl."

They laughed and continued to drink until Pamela drove them home and into the garage at her house. From there, Monique continued her plan without much resistance from Pamela. They changed out of their outfits in separate rooms, Pamela using the bathroom because she wanted to touch up her makeup.

"Getting all pretty for little ole me?" Monique joked. They went online so Pamela could check her e-mail -- luckily the coach had not written that night. They sat close in separate chairs, both wearing loose-fitting shorts and T-shirts. Pamela's, however, was very tight and very low-cut and it was ripped on the side.

It didn't leave much to the imagination. After about 45 minutes of surfing, including logging in to a chat room where the pair teased some horny guys, Monique made her move.

"This cyber sex stuff," she said, "it's nice and all, but the real thing is soooooo much better."

"I agree," Pamela said. "There's nothing like the real deal."

With that, Monique moved close to Pamela and kissed her on the cheek. She then turned Pamela's head to face her, and the next kiss landed squarely on her lips. The kiss was short and without tongue. Then Monique guided her mouth toward the area between Pamela's breasts, which were almost spilling out of her low-cut shirt. Pamela's face was drawn toward Monique's breasts, pressing against a yellow T-shirt she wore. She rested her head on Monique's cleavage and inhaled deeply. As she looked up into Monique's eyes, she became aroused by her closeness to another girl. Monique smiled and lowered her head so that the two girls' lips were only inches apart.

"Pamela," whispered Monique, "I can't seem to help myself. I'm soaking wet, and I need to kiss you again."

Pamela closed the distance between them, and their lips met. It was a magical kiss: soft, yet with fire underneath. Within seconds, their tongues were exploring each other's mouths, their passion and desire for each other building more and more every second. They began to wildly grope each other, and within minutes were panting heavily. They removed each other's T-shirts, freeing their beautiful breasts. Monique's brown eyes and hair accentuated her awesome body, Pamela thought.

She had a nice set of breasts with large pink nipples, the size of silver dollars. They were pointing up at the ceiling and sitting on top of those luscious, juicy breasts. As Pamela's eyes continued downward, they encountered a cute little innie belly button in the middle of a well-proportioned stomach.

The tiny yellow bikini panties hid what Pamela was sure was a neatly shaved, delicious pussy. Further down were well-toned legs and professionally pedicured and painted toenails. Simply put, Pamela George was not in love, but in lust. Pamela rubbed her nipples against Monique's and then they took turns licking and sucking each other's peaks of pleasure.

Then Monique took the initiative and slid her left hand into Pamela's soaking wet panties. As Monique felt her way around Pamela's pussy, Pamela let out several encouraging moans to let her know that she was doing pretty well. As Monique settled in with her middle finger on Pamela's clitoris, Pamela returned the favor by sliding her hand into Monique's panties and quickly finding her clitoris as well.

The two girls masturbated each other until they both needed more. This time it was Pamela who got things rolling. She reclined on her bed and guided Monique over her into a sixty-nine position. Each girl began by slowly removing the other's panties and inhaling the musky aroma emanating from within the depths of their love boxes.

Monique bent down to take the first lick and licked up and down Pamela's pussy before settling on her engorged clit. Pamela let out an involuntary gasp as Monique's tongue found her clitoris. As she felt the pleasure begin to rise within her, she guided Monique's pussy over her mouth. After feeling her way around with her tongue, she moved it over Monique's erect clitoris. The two girls sucked and nibbled and licked each other's clits, while wrapping their arms around their partner's asses. As they got more and more excited, they licked faster and harder. The pressure was rising deep within each of their bodies, and it was only a matter of time before they would both spasm in simultaneous orgasms.

Monique felt it first. It was like a hot wave of passion that started deep within her and traveled throughout her body until it reached her brain like fireworks and made her entire body shudder with delight. As the orgasm swept over Monique, she struggled to maintain her contact with Pamela's clitoris. This paid off greatly as Pamela was swept into the throes of one of the most powerful orgasms of her life.

Her entire body shook as if she were in the middle of an earthquake. As both girls' orgasms finally subsided, they collapsed on the bed, rolling off of each other and falling fast asleep, naked, in each other's arms. They repeated the act throughout the night and into the morning.

They immediately made plans to be "slumber party buddies" as often as possible. They talked about the state football playoffs and how, if both teams made the finals, they'd stay in probably the same hotel. "God, I'd love to spend the night with you in a hotel room," Monique said, and both girls laughed before sharing a hot, wet French kiss.

They made love for a good part of Saturday morning before Pamela's younger brother came home and nearly interrupted them. Pamela drove Monique home and then thought about dropping in on the coach. But she was drained and needed sleep so she returned to Valley Falls without stopping at Bret's house.



Coach's Conquests Ch. 17



Over at Clarence and Carol Kemp's house, Bret Harris joined about a dozen Lakeville fans and parents of players in celebrating the win and the league championship. The fans -- the old guard of the town -- were ecstatic over the win against Valley Falls, but their attention quickly turned to the playoff picture.

"You know," Clarence Kemp said, addressing the coach, "if you lose to Highland next week, Valley Falls won't make the playoffs." A sly grin came across his face, and everyone laughed. To Bret, whether or not Valley Falls made the playoffs wasn't that big of a deal. To the townspeople of Lakeville, however, it was huge. Having Lakeville qualify and their rival not was a huge feather in the cap to those who knew and did business with Valley Falls people.

And Kemp was right. If Lakeville lost to Highland, Highland would take second place over Valley Falls regardless of how Valley Falls fared against Prairie, which was out of the playoff picture after a loss to Redwater, that team's first win of the season. Bret thought about the possibility of losing to Highland on purpose to keep Valley Falls out of the playoffs. He decided he would address his team and the situation on Monday. No doubt the players knew the scenario as well. 

But on this night, the coach didn't want to think too much about football. He was interested in drinking beer and catching glimpses of the Kemps' daughter, Carrie, the standout volleyball player who had been kicked off the team for drinking.

The Kemps also had a son, Chris, an eighth grader who was spending the night at a friend's house. Meanwhile, Carrie, despite the fact that she should've been locked in her room, was busy prettying herself to apparently go out. She popped in and out of the spacious living room on several occasions, and each time, the coach thought perhaps he had seen the tall senior motion for him to come into the other room. He held off, partly because he knew what she was after and partly because he was the center of attention on this night, his team having defeated Valley Falls.

The coach finally excused himself to use the bathroom and, although he entered it with the lights off, he found Carrie Kemp waiting for him, leaning back on the sink in quite a sexy manner. Her tight red button-down blouse held in what the coach surmised was a nice set of tits. Her black pants and boots looked sexy, too, the coach thought.

"You're distracted in there, aren't you?" Carrie asked, licking the red lipstick on her full lips. "You're thinking of me out here, all by myself."

"You've got to get out of here," the coach said. "I can't be caught with you in here."

"Then let's meet outside. There's this tree in the backyard ..." She was teasing the coach, and he was beginning to get hard.

"What do you drive?" he asked. "I'll leave here and we can meet, OK?"

"The school," she said, "I want you at the school."

They quickly made parking plans and decided how Carrie would enter the school. Hiding their vehicles was a crucial point since students tended to drive around the school and meet and talk after games, home and away.

"Get us some beer, hon?" Carrie asked -- or did she tell -- the coach as she walked past him out of the bathroom, brushing her breasts against him. Bret stayed at the party for another 45 minutes or so, and during this time period Carrie announced to her parents she was going out. Bret was amazed they let her run wild even after having been caught drinking. Obviously, the girl ran this family.

Bret said his goodbyes to his fans, his biggest being Clarence Kemp, who promised to stay in touch with the coach. "Whatever you need," Clarence said.

Bret grabbed a beer for the road -- he already had a barely opened one in his other hand -- and left the party, headed for the school. He drove past Carrie's Isuzu Rodeo. It was parked several blocks from the school in a lot the students often used when they were getting in to ride with someone else. Three other vehicles were parked there, as well. Bret parked behind the school in the faculty parking lot and found Carrie lurking in the shadows. He handed her the unopened beer and they sat in an unlit area and finished their drinks.

She continued to talk nasty to the coach, all but asking him to fuck her. She teased him about wanting her in the middle of classes. She teased him about wanting her in her tight volleyball uniform. That might've been the case, he teased back, but she'd never find out now since she was booted from the team.

"It's OK," she said, "they'll do fine without me." Bret wasn't so sure that was case. He unlocked the back gym door and let Carrie enter before him. He wanted to know what she had in mind. The gym? The stage? The locker room? A classroom? 

She walked toward the gym and then turned right and walked up three stairs onto the stage. Dimly lit security lights enabled them to find their way. A couch was in the back corner of the stage. It was used for school plays, but on this night it was strategically placed for the coach and volleyball player. They sat close together on the couch, and the nasty talk and teasing from the senior continued. She moved slowly on the couch, her sexy body squirming as she humped her hips up a little. Her hand had moved to Bret's nylon coaching pants. The fingers were now on the inside of his thigh, creeping upward slowly.

"Tell me," she said, no longer giggling, "did you play with your cock on the way over here, thinking about me?" Carrie leaned closer. Her lips came toward his. Closer. Then closer still. The pink, moist tip of her tongue came out. It ran slowly around her slightly parted lips until they glistened in the light. The last inch between them disappeared, and her lips found his. Her tongue was insistent, worming into Bret's mouth and meeting his. By the time the kiss broke, they were both panting.

"You're hard right now, Coach," she whispered, her hand searching until she confirmed that undeniable fact. "Mmmm, yes. You're all big and hard for me." Carrie took charge. She opened her blouse, showing Bret a sexy little black bra. Then she slid out of it in an instant, tossing it next to the blouse on the stage floor. She then pulled off Bret's polo shirt and his chest was against hers, her breasts mashing into his chest. Her hands searched for the waistband of his pants and pulled them down and off. He kicked off his shoes and socks and his black briefs followed.

Her pants and panties followed, joining the pile near the couch. Bret touched her freely and was touched in return. Carrie settled down between his open legs, kneeling on the hard stage floor. Her breasts dragged down over his stomach, crossing over his cock in a wondrous, sliding delight that was over much too soon.

As exciting and heavenly as her naked breasts on his cock and balls felt, he quickly forgot all about the thrill as she spoke, saying things he suspected she'd say after listening to her all night.

"I'm gonna do you, Coach," she said, wetting her lips again and staring straight at his rock-hard boner.

"Mmmmm," Bret groaned.

"I'm gonna suck you off," she panted, squirming delightfully between his thighs. "I shouldn't have teased you, baby. I'm gonna make up for that right now. Come for me. Come in my mouth." 

As Bret looked on in awe, Carrie's lips dropped down, touching the head of his prick. It jerked, bobbing back and forth over her lips. A shiny bubble of pre-cum burst as she kissed his cock head. The slippery fluid stuck to her lips, stringing out from his prick as she looked up into his eyes once more. She knew Bret was watching. Carrie smiled. Then she licked her lips and moaned. His cum-trail broke, melting into her tongue.

"I've wanted to fuck you," Bret said.

"Me, too, but not right now," she said, her tongue slipping out to swipe over his cock. "You're too hot right now, Coach. Let me get you off. I love giving head, anyway. Let me take this one in my mouth, then you'll last longer when you get inside my pussy."

Carrie stopped talking. She was too busy for speech. Opening her mouth, she dropped down all around his jerking length.

"Mmmmmmm," Bret groaned again. Carrie was sucking on his cock -- not just sucking, but making love to him with her mouth. God, she was good at this, Bret thought.

Monique? Tamica? Angie? Lori? Pamela? He thought for a moment Carrie might be the best.

"Mmmmm, I love sucking you," she said. And she was proving it. She opened wide, taking more than half of his throbbing thickness between her nibbling lips. The silky smoothness of her lips slid up and down, ovaling over his hard-on. Inside her sweet mouth, that teasing tongue of hers was flicking wildly, never stopping as she started bobbing her head up and down.

She bathed every inch of his aching hard-on with her sweet tongue as she sucked and slid her lips around his purple-headed prick. Bret tried to stay still, but he had to push his cock up, driving it into her mouth, practically fucking her face.

Carrie purred, pumping her head in time with his thrusts. Bret watched her pretty face as she worked her magic around his raging hard-on. She was really enjoying this. Carrie licked and nibbled and sucked over his prick, moaning deeply in her throat every time Bret jerked from her attention. The hotter she became, the further his hard cock seemed to sink into her mouth. Bret felt the rubber back of her throat, thinking that he was as far in as he was going to get.

However, one more moan, and the head of his boner slipped down into her throat. Carrie was right about one thing. Bret was too hot to last. Carrie must have known. She pulled up, freeing his prick from her throat. Her pretty face twisted with lust as she started bobbing up and down faster.

Her snake-like tongue was back, doing things to his raw nerve-endings that were heavenly. Her hand was cupping his balls, urging the hot cum that was building inside them. Bret tried to warn Carrie that he was coming, but she only moaned and tightened her grip around his balls. When Bret came, she stayed with him right through the shuddering blast.

She took it --- right in her mouth -- and that only made him come more. Carrie slurped up every drop, even licking the small amount that had escaped onto his stomach. Again, she surprised him. She didn't stop; if anything, she started doing even sexier things to him. 

Her fingers dropped under his balls, massaging his asshole. And then her heavy, grapefruit-sized tits were back, dragging up over his cock.

"Stay hard, Coach," she groaned, her flushed face showing him just how hot she had become. After hearing that, Bret was willing to bet his cock wouldn't go down for a week. He pulled Carrie up and she rolled with him, easily falling onto her back on the couch on the high school stage.

She parted her legs for him, opened, and then Bret was pushing inside, slipping into that oozing tunnel of pure delight. His first stroke filled her, long and deep and tight. Carrie was moaning into his ear, urging him to fuck her --- to fuck her harder, deeper, faster. His arms went under her upraised legs. She pushed up on his chest to tell him what she wanted. Bret propped her up, preparing her for the pounding fuck that he knew she wanted. 

"Like this?" Bret gasped, turning the tables on the talkative high schooler. "You like to be fucked like this?" 

"Yes!" she hissed. "Fuck me, Bret! I've been wanting this. Ooooh, fuck me!" As Bret was stroking his still-hard cock into Carrie, he thought he might've found his prize at this school. He could see her pretty face responding to everything he was doing to her. His long, slow strokes built her passions. When he plowed into her hard and fast and unexpectedly, she shuddered, her inner charms rippling along the full length of his buried cock.

"I'm coming, baby!" Carrie screamed aloud. "God, I'm coming!" He had been fucking her, but suddenly she was fucking back at him. She squirmed around, ending with her hands gripping his biceps. Her feet were flat on the couch beside his hips. As she fucked up to him, her pussy was like a velvet glove coated with the slickest lubricant. She milked around him, the wicked smile on her face telling him that it was on purpose.

"Mmmmm," moaned his nasty volleyball player. "You like that, baby? Coach likes his student's nice, tight pussy?"

Bret had stopped moving. He was pressed up as if at the top of a push-up. Under him, Carrie was anything but still. She was wild. She squirmed and shivered, working every muscle in her luscious, young body for his enjoyment. She fucked up to him, trying to screw her entire body up over his aching hard-on.

"Come," she purred. "Shoot off inside me, Coach. I'm safe. You don't have to worry. Don't pull out. Oooooh, God! Let me feel it. Let me feel your hot cum, baby." The hot wetness of his volleyball player was bubbling out around his prick. He'd just blasted off in her mouth a few minutes before, but her naughty words were making his cock jerk again. Bret started to stroke in and out of her silky fuck-hole in time with her upward thrusts. Even with this first fuck, Carrie knew the perfect thing to do -- for both of them. 

She pulled him forward just enough to put the sawing ridge of his prick over her swollen clit. In seconds, she was coming. Bret was behind her by about two strokes. That fiery, pink slash between her legs sucked the juice out of his body. Bret came so hard that little lights burned into the back of his closed eyelids just as he collapsed over her panting body. They shared a long, hot French kissed and then dressed on the stage, Carrie sneaking out to her Rodeo while Bret went down to his office to calm down.

On Monday, he had lunch with Clarence Kemp. This was definitely a man whose home he wanted to visit again. Bret was hoping for a bit of a diversion for his football team as the Raiders headed into the final week of the regular season.

The opponent, Highland, needed a win over Lakeville to qualify for the playoffs. And for once, Valley Falls would be rooting for Lakeville. Valley Falls needed Lakeville to eliminate Highland. They also had to win their game against Prairie.

The scenario was played out in the newspaper and on radio all week long. Everyone knew that if Lakeville lost, Valley Falls' season was over. The question was posed to the coach: "Would you lose on purpose to keep your rival out of the playoffs?"

Of course not, Bret replied. How can you tell high school kids to go out and lose, especially when an undefeated season and a high ranking were on the line, not to mention a high seed into the playoffs? But the controversy still existed. Valley Falls folks swore up and down that if Lakeville lost, it would be on purpose.

The district volleyball tournament was scheduled for the week leading up to the game against Highland Friday night. The Lakeville girls' volleyball team -- minus Carrie Kemp -- hosted Highland Wednesday in an elimination match. Both teams had lost earlier in the week on the road, and since Lakeville had a better league record than Highland, the Raiders hosted the Huskies in this match. 

The Highland football team, wanting desperately to taste state for the first time, came out to support their girls wearing their away football jerseys, the same jerseys they would wear Friday. There wasn't much animosity between these two teams. They regularly played clean games with little fighting.

Sure, they wanted to beat each other, but this was nothing like the rivalry Lakeville and with Valley Falls. In fact, before the volleyball match, football players from both teams gathered in the lobby of the gymnasium to discuss Friday's game and flirt with each other's female students.

One of the major flirters turned out to be Carrie Kemp, and from where Bret Harris sat, it appeared Carrie had drunk a bit too much on this night. She wore tight jeans and a tight tank top that showed off her sexy breasts. The thin straps on the shoulders at times fell down to her arms, and she took her own sweet time putting them back up.

It got worse as the night went on. Apparently, Carrie had sneaked alcohol into the gym. The athletic director at the school spotted the commotion she was causing, but Bret stepped in before the A.D. could.

"I'll take care of her," the football coach said. "I know her father. I'll drive her home, and he'll give me a ride back here. You stay here. You need to be here for this match."

And so Bret hunted down Carrie Kemp and removed her from the gym without causing too much of a scene. They walked into the parking lot together toward her Isuzu Rodeo, where Bret helped Carrie into the passenger seat.

Once in the driver's seat and out of the parking lot, the drunk senior was all over the coach. He had trouble keeping the Rodeo on the road while fighting her off. They finally made it out of town to a little-used road above the town's water tower.

There, Bret parked the vehicle and walked around to the passenger side, letting Carrie out.

"You're a good actor," the suddenly sober senior said, French kissing the coach long and hard.

"Not so bad yourself," the coach replied between kisses.

"It was a boring match anyway," she panted. Bret turned Carrie around so she was facing the passenger door of the Rodeo and pinned her there, moving one hand around her midsection. He untucked the tank top from her jeans while his other hand moved the hair away from the back of her neck where his lips began their magic work.

She trembled from the touch and grabbed the hand holding her. She sighed quietly and began rubbing her body against his. Then, she pushed his hand down inside her jeans and panties, between her legs, rubbing herself with his hand until he found the rhythm.

As soon as he began playing with her unassisted, she moved her hand between them to feel him. She shuddered when she felt how large he was and how hard he already was. Using only the palm of her hand, she rubbed hard against the length of his cock, now straining to get out of his jeans.

"I want you in my mouth," she said as she turned her head to kiss him. His tongue invaded her mouth as she experienced his taste. Carrie slid down Bret's body, turning as she did until she was on her knees in front of him. She fumbled with his belt and pulled his pants down around his ankles. As she pulled his briefs down, his cock sprang out, brushing against her hand. She wrapped her hand around it and began licking the tip. She found herself licking around the tip of Bret's shaft, thinking it was larger than it was Friday night on the stage.

Her hands moved to his balls and she began playing with them, using her nails to playfully scratch along them and make them swing slightly as she did. The suppressed groans above her told her that she was having the desired effect and aroused her to insert his hot cock in her mouth.

"Fuck my mouth," Carrie said, and then put his cock back into her mouth. Bret's hand moved behind her head and slowly began pulling her head toward her, pushing his cock into her mouth. Slowly, he began to pick up the tempo with Carrie fearful that he would choke her if he pushed too far. Still, her entire concentration was focused on the act, and she lost herself in his increasingly urgent thrusts into her. His hands turned into fists, pulling on her hair in a way that excited her. And then, she felt his balls tightening, knowing he was seconds from coming.

He began to withdraw, but she placed her hands on his buttocks and pulled him farther into her mouth. In a few seconds, he began coming in her mouth. He tasted wonderful, and she enjoyed the moment as he continued coming.

Then, his hand relaxed, and he held her head tenderly in his hands. Bret made the next move, pulling her up to her feet. As he did, he grabbed the straps of the tank top and took it off of her, revealing her large, sexy breasts. Her pants were next. They came off with ease and then her lacy panties. There she stood, leaning against her SUV, naked, cum dripping out of the side of her mouth.




Coach's Conquests Ch. 17



She remedied that with a lick of her lips and then smiled at the coach. He then began to lick up and down her body, starting with along, slow French kiss and ending at her pussy, tasting her. Rather than using the tip of his tongue, he began to use the flat edge to move up and down above her clit. It was neither delicate nor rough, and it drove her wild.

She could feel the wetness of his breath on her and the increasing tempo of his tongue as he began slowly increasing stimulation. After a few moments, he had exposed her clit and was swirling around it, sucking it and alternating speeds, driving her closer to orgasm. She lost herself and lost track of time as she fought to hold back her orgasm and hold on to this glorious feeling. Finally, she could take it no more and came, grabbing his head and pulling him into her while pinning his head when she pulled her legs together. 

Exhausted and satisfied, she withdrew within herself to simply enjoy the moment of total happiness. It was then the she realized that Bret was positioning his cock to enter her sexy pussy. She found herself stirring as Bret loomed above her, running his hand along her stomach and chest. His hand then began playing with her nipples, first one and then the other.

She let out a small sigh as he did. He lowered his head, and they began kissing as he continued playing with her breast. Slowly, he moved toward her and against the Rodeo until his cock began touching between her legs. The feel of it, the heat, excited her and she found herself quickly becoming aroused. She moved her hands to it and began stroking it.

In a few moments, she began pulling his cock into her and soon the tip had entered her. She reached around and, grabbing his ass, pulled him into her. She moaned and begged Bret to keep going or to give it to her harder. She raked her fingernails into his back and ass, exploding inside with orgasms.

"Don't stop fucking me," she panted. "God, I love your cock. I love your sexy cock. Give it to me, baby! Don't stop!" He continued his pace, driving her to exhaustion. Finally, she sensed him preparing to come and pulled his head down to kiss him, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he came inside her.

The orgasm lasted for minutes, the couple nearly collapsing on the cold ground. Instead, he slumped against her, his cock still inside of her pussy and his tongue still inside of her mouth.

"God, you are sexy," Carrie said to the coach. "I could fuck you forever." 



Coach's Conquests Ch. 18



The head secretary at Lakeville High School, Cindy Morgan, had been bugging Bret for months to take her sister on a date. But between football season and the tight pussies he'd been involved with lately, he hadn't found the time. To entice the coach further, Cindy finally brought in a photo of her sister, Kara. That's all it took. It was a picture of the two of them in sexy dresses at a wedding reception. They were both hot.

Bret had checked Cindy out on the first day of school. After dropping some hints to other teachers that he found her to be incredibly sexy, Bret was bummed to find out she was, as one teacher put it, "untouchable."

"Don't even try to make it with her," the teacher told Bret. "She's one of the biggest flirts in town, but she's faithful."

Turning his attention back to the photo, Bret guessed that Kara was about 5-9 with what appeared to be gorgeous tits. She had reddish-blonde hair that was tied up in this particular photo. Bret wouldn't mind seeing it down, he thought.

He finally gave in to Cindy and told her to tell Kara to call him. After all, it was their idea. Kara did call, and they talked for an hour on the phone after scheduling their date.

Kara was in her mid-20s and divorced but without children. She had been the victim of marriage at a very early age -- 19 -- and it had lasted all of 3 years. She had dated other men, Cindy said, but no one struck her fancy. And Cindy assured Bret Kara wasn't looking for a long-term relationship, just a fun outing or two.

Perfect, the coach thought. The night before the game with Highland, which was Senior Night, Bret spoke on the phone with Pamela George, who begged the coach not to lose on purpose to Highland.

"Don't you want us in the playoffs, too?" Pamela said. "Don't you wanna stay in the same hotel as me at the state championships?" Bret assured his hot Valley Falls cheerleader that the Raiders would not throw the game. He assured her they'd have their fun during the state playoffs, whether it was at his house or in a hotel somewhere.

The way the playoff system worked, the first two rounds were held at schools that were participating. The championship game was part of a two-day event where all four divisions conducted their final game. The championship game would be in the 15,000-seat Robertson Dome in Curtis where Curtis College played its football games.

If Lakeville defeated Highland, the Raiders, more than likely, would be the No. 2 seed into the state playoffs. That meant they would play their first two games at home -- as long as they won. The third game -- the championship game -- would be on the neutral artificial turf field of the Robertson Dome.

Later that night, Bret drove to Weston and picked Kara up at her house. She wore a floral skirt and white cotton blouse with large blue buttons down the front. It was very low-cut, even without any of the buttons being undone. Dinner turned into dinner with many drinks, but Kara didn't seem to mind. Bret didn't drink as much as Kara because he was driving, but he was also able to handle more booze than she could.

While at dinner, Bret ran into Josh Barlow and his girlfriend, Sara. The couple owned a gym in Weston that used to belong to Sara's parents before they moved to Florida to retire. Josh was a former running back for Lakeville who didn't quite make it at the college level. He went to Curtis College for awhile, but he missed Sara too much. The 3-hour drive from Curtis to Lakeville on weekends to be with Sara began wearing on him. And when he wasn't seeing much playing time on the gridiron, he dropped out of school and returned to Lakeville.

He worked at the gym Sara's parents owned until they decided to retire. Josh and Sara took the opportunity to buy the gym and were making a pretty good go of it. Josh, who cared deeply about the fortunes of the Lakeville athletic teams, had volunteered to come to practice on days when the Raiders lifted weights. Bret happily agreed and thought Josh was an instrumental part of the Raiders' success because of his weight training.

"You really oughta check out our gym sometime," Josh said to the coach. Bret had been working out with the players but found that sometimes he was taking them away from their own lifting because they were spotting him.

"Yeah, I really should, Josh," Bret said. "Maybe when the season's over, I can get on a schedule and come into your gym. I'm sure the facilities are a tad bit better than our school weight room."

Josh and Sara laughed. They knew they had a very nice facility in Weston and were proud of the gym. But they were modest, too. They weren't about to downplay the weight facilities at Lakeville High School. They appeared to be a great couple -- Bret wondered why they weren't married. But, he thought, they were young and enjoying being young and running the gym. Sara had dark brown -- almost black -- hair past her shoulders. As one would expect, she had a nice body and a great tan. And so did Josh.

For a brief moment, Bret pictured the beautiful couple fucking in the gym after hours. He wasn't sure if that fantasy got him going or if it was the soft, smooth hand on his thigh, massaging back and forth.

It was Kara, who obviously wanted to change the subject from gyms to something else. And so Bret did, cutting off Josh and telling him he'd be in touch. Bret got the check and he and Kara got into his Jeep and drove away.

"Where to?" he asked, hoping she'd give him the answer she wanted. 

"Well, it's early," she said. "We could catch a boring movie or we could spend the rest of the time at my place."

"What's the address again?" the coach asked. They both laughed.

Kara unlocked the door and then locked it behind the couple. 

"I've had entirely too much to drink," she laughed and then fell into the coach's arms. "But not too much to know what I'm doing. Or what I want to do."

"And what's that?" the coach asked.

"Just this. Only this." 

She wrapped her arms around Bret, and their mouths parted slowly, their tongues dancing gently and sensuously together. His hands ran all over her -- face, back, breasts, legs. Hers made a beeline for his hard ass and she squeezed. His hands slid under her skirt.

Massaging her thighs and moving his hand closer, he slid his fingers beneath her thong panties and began to rub her already moist clitoris. She moaned ever so slightly and pushed him back against the kitchen counter. Meanwhile she fumbled for his zipper, reaching down his underwear to grab his already stiff member. Squeezing it hard she began to rub it. She could feel pre cum on the end. She pushed him back to stop. She then undid his belt, pushed down his jeans and pulled out his cock.

Eight inches long, the largest she'd ever seen. She took it into her mouth and slowly began to suck it, as she squeezed the shaft at the base. She bobbed her head on it back and forth back and forth. She then blew him away taking it all the way down her throat. 

Bret's eyes were rolling in the back of his head. Kara definitely knew what she was doing. Those were the most perfectly pursed lips wrapped around his hardened prick. Kara built up pace until the precum oozed a little more, and Bret's moaning built up further and further. She rubbed his cock and squeezed a little harder. She had sucked enough cock to know when a man was about to blow. And blow he did. Bret couldn't believe how intense his orgasm was.

Grabbing her by her hair, he slammed his raging cock in deep into her mouth. Pulsing madly, he shot load after load after load down Kara's waiting throat. Her tongue licked the last of him clean.

"My turn now," she smiled. He lifted her up. Gently raising her skirt, he slid her thong panties off slowly. His hands ran the full length of her legs and ass. He wanted to take this all in, the softness of her skin, the smell of her pussy, the taste of her juices. He lifted her up onto the counter. Placing her legs onto his shoulders, he buried his head deep into her crotch. He admired how she had shaved enough to have a perfect bikini line. He licked his fingers and let them slowly rub her clitoris. He could easily gauge Kara's reaction and his tongue pushed its way deep inside her.

He began to increase his tempo, sucking a little harder, licking a little harder and rubbing her a little faster. He could see her squirm and moan beneath his touch. As he licked her clitoris, he moved his fingers further south. He then slowly slid them deep inside her and proceeded to give her the best finger fucking of her life.

It wasn't long before he could taste her cum gushing all over his tongue, fingers and mouth. He felt her warm cum dribble down his chin. He eagerly licked his lips, fingers and mouth clean. She was panting heavily, her breathing very ragged. He slid his pants and underwear onto the floor, and raising her up, she braced herself as he slowly entered her.

She quivered, still sensitive to her earlier climax. She could feel the full length of his shaft penetrate her. She wrapped her firm tanned legs around his hips and proceeded to rock back and forth. He held her round ass in one hand and squeezed tight as he proceeded to fuck her hard. His one free hand undid her blouse. His hand moved around the back and undid her bra. Those glorious breasts popped free, and stood out proud and firm. He could not believe how large her nipples were. His mouth closed around one and he sucked it, gently flicking his tongue over it and around it.

She smiled and groaned weakly beneath his caress. Both hands held her ass as he bucked back and forth. The two entwined, moaned loudly. Kara began to moan out coherent words.

"Ohhh Bret, fuck me. Fuck me!! Ohhh god fuck me, you fuck sooo good!"

He rocked her back and forth, pulling out his rod and driving it back in, in quick succession. He could feel her shuddering. She shuddered heavily as she came to another climax, groaning even more loudly this time as she squeezed his ass pulling him deep inside. He leaned her onto her back, pulling out of her sopping wet pussy. He helped to slide off her remaining clothing. Kara then rolled over onto her stomach and pushed her rounded ass up into the air, as if taunting him to penetrate her.

"Fuck me up the ass Bret! Fuck me please!"

Bret's prick was already moist by his own pre cum and soaked by her juices. Surprisingly enough, it had little resistance sliding into Kara's tight ass. She rocked slowly as he slowly sank in and, despite the moisture, her ass took a moment to accommodate such a large cock. One he was buried inside her deep to the hilt, he proceeded to fuck her.

He could feel her tight ass clenching tenaciously as he pounded that cute bum for all it was worth. Sweat was breaking out all over him. He could see she loved it. She watched his arms and chest tensing as all his body weight was upon them so he could do her. The sweat dripping down those arms and brow merely served to highlight the contours of his body. He could tell she loved to watch his muscles flex as he screwed her.

She was rubbing her clitoris again as he fucked her ass. He couldn't believe how good this felt. The intense pressure was building. He could feel his balls bouncing against her perfect cheeks as he slammed her again and again. He could not hold out for long.

"Bret...," her breathing was labored, "Cum in me...please cum in my ass..."

That was all the incentive he needed. Bret's dick exploded. He could feel it pump what seemed like gallons of hot cum deep inside that perfect ass. Leaning forward as he came, he squeezed Kara's nipples as hard as he could. She screamed in delight. Was she cumming again? 

He moaned as he emptied every last drop into her. He rocked back and forth as his raging cock spurted out its last. Kara smiled in delight. She, too, was covered in sweat.

After looking at each other for a moment, caught up in the fulfillment of their lusts, Kara was the first to speak.

"God, Bret," she panted, looking over her shoulder at the coach. "Cindy said you looked hot and were nice and all, but I never imagined this. Ever. I'm serious. I didn't have this in mind when I called. Really. But, God, I'm glad we did this."

Bret slowly slid his cock out of Kara's sexy ass and turned her toward him. He French kissed her, tasting some of him in her mouth. They kissed for several minutes while Bret caressed and massaged her gorgeous breasts.

"Well, then, we'll have to do this again sometime," the coach said, smiling.

The controversy surrounding whether Lakeville would lose to Highland on purpose to keep Valley Falls out of the playoffs ended quickly.

After all of the Senior Night pre-game festivities had concluded, Lakeville went out and completed an undefeated regular season by thumping Highland 34-0. The game was never in doubt. The Raiders forced a turnover on the first play of the game, scored on the fourth play of the game, and the rout was on.

They found out shortly after the game that Valley Falls had beaten Prairie 34-6 so Lakeville and Valley Falls were the league's entrants into the state tournament. Pairings would be announced Sunday afternoon.

The pre-game festivities to the final regular-season game included senior players and cheerleaders -- along with their parents -- being announced in front of the crowd. As a sign of the times, several students had two sets of parents, several had only one parent and a couple had guardians instead. Bret particularly played close attention to Monique, who was escorted onto the field by her sexy mother, Michelle. She and her husband had divorced three years earlier. The coach guessed she had a hot body under her full-length coat.

She smiled at the coach, and when the two had a second to themselves at the end of game, she thanked him for helping Monique be "a happier person during her senior year."

The coach just smiled back and tried to change the subject, but Michelle wasn't having any of it.

"You've helped her open up so much," Michelle said. "She's begun so many new chapters."

Michelle explained that Monique had a new best friend, Pamela, from Valley Falls. They were even thinking about attending the same college, Michelle said.

"They just started hanging out since last weekend," Michelle said. "I thought they hated each other. Now they're on the phone all the time, e-mailing each other. I think it's great."

Bret suspected the relationship between the two girls was sexual, and that actually Lori Hayes should be the one to thank.

"Well," the coach said to Michelle as Monique approached him and her mom as they walked off the field, "you can pay me back sometime. Buy me a beer."

"It would be my pleasure," Michelle said, smiling and handing him a business card that contained both home and work numbers. "Just call me."

Monique hugged both of them, thanking her mom for not only attending Senior Night functions but for staying for the entire game despite the cold temperature. She hugged the coach and congratulated him on the victory.

"I'll see you Sunday, Mom," she said, smiling, and then jumped in her vehicle and took off.

"She's off to Pamela's," Michelle said, "I think they're going to do some research on some colleges this weekend." 

Well, this woman was snowed, the coach thought. But that was OK. If Monique wasn't in Bret's bed, at least she was in Pamela's. And if Monique wasn't in Bret's bed, maybe her mother wanted to be.

"I have to go to a post-game party at the Kemps," the coach said. "After that, I'm free. Wanna pay me that beer tonight?"

The answer was yes, and two hours later, Michelle Sellars pulled up in front of Bret's house and knocked on the door.

"Here's your beer," she said, holding out a six-pack of bottles of an imported brand.

"Just six?" the coach joked. "We'll have this down in no time."

"Oh, I get to come in and have one?" she said, smiling.

"Well, I have to warn you, I tend to bite," the coach said.

"Then I'm definitely coming in," Michelle replied.

She was about 5-5 and thin with nice breasts like her daughter Monique. When she took off the full-length coat, she revealed a knee-length skirt with a slit high up on her thigh. She wore a black turtleneck that matched the black skirt.

Bret and Michelle got rid of the beer in no time, and the coach was impressed at how well she kept up with him. They moved closer together on the couch as the conversation continued. Bret sensed Michelle knew nothing about her daughter's lust for him or about their escapades. He also sensed she knew nothing about Monique's sexual interest in females.

When the coach had finished bottle No. 3, he teased Michelle about falling behind. With that, she guzzled the rest of her beer and got up from the couch, taking the bottles into the kitchen. When she sat back down, she sat closer than ever, almost on his lap. Then she leaned over and whispered, "Fuck me tonight, Bret."

The coach responded by placing his mouth over hers and inserting his tongue into her hot mouth. The French kiss lasted minutes, with tongues doing battle inside and outside of their mouths. He pulled her up to a standing position in front of him, and they kissed in front of the couch. His hands reached around and felt her ass cheeks. Michelle moaned at his touch.

Bret broke the kiss and led Michelle down the hall and into his bedroom. He pinned her against the wall and dropped to his knees.

"What are you doing?" Michelle asked, pretending as if she didn't know.

"Just this," the coach said, and unzipped the skirt. She stepped out of it and Bret was met with black lacy panties, barely covering what he assumed was a hot, sexy pussy underneath.

On his knees, he grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy to his face, smelling her sweet scent. He started to tongue her pussy through the panties, making her moan and pant faster. He slowly pulled the panties down to her thighs and knees and finally to her feet. She stepped out of them, too, and while she did, she threw the turtleneck over her head and onto his bed. A lacy, black bra followed.

"Mmmmm, stop this, coach," she said. "This is so dirty. So nasty. We shouldn't do this."

But her words were not forceful and they weren't serious.

"Just keep fighting me off, babe," Bret said, continuing to tongue her sexy pussy while she writhed with pleasure. "Just keep telling me how much you don't want this."

"God, stop," she said, and thrust her pussy further into Bret's mouth. "We shouldn't do this. This is too good."

Bret brought up her ex-husband, asking her if he was this good.

"God, no," she said. "He...never...did...this..."

The coach kept on going, thrusting his tongue in and out of her box, tasting her pussy and stimulating her clit.

"God, he never did this. He blew so early. He blew so fast. God, stop this!"

"OK, I'll stop," Bret said, and attempted to pull his long, sexy tongue out of her pussy. Michelle was having none of it.

"God, don't stop, Bret," she moaned. "This is so good, so right. But I want you naked, too."

Bret pulled his polo shirt off and wriggled out of his pants, shoes and socks. His tan chest was heaving as he thrust his tongue back into Michelle's pussy. He licked and lapped at her pussy, pushing her thighs up so he could get better access to her sweet pussy. Michelle's body shook, and Bret knew she was close to having an orgasm. And then it came. And came and came. It came in waves, and Michelle screamed and moaned along with it.

Bret took it all in, licking the juices as they ran down her legs. Bret then stood up and kissed Michelle, still pressing her against the wall. She moaned her agreement as she tasted her own pussy juice. His cock head was pressing against the opening to her pussy, but he was waiting for her to beg him to fuck her. They moved together for a while until Michelle finally needed Bret's cock. 




Coach's Conquests Ch. 18



"Fuck me right here, Bret," she said. "Fuck me standing up. I need your hard cock. I can feel it. My pussy needs it." 

"I'm gonna fuck you, Michelle," the coach said. "All night long. Tell me how much you want it."

Michelle proceeded to inform the coach again how hot she was and how much she wanted his hard prick. The kissing continued, and Bret was even able to suck on her breasts. They were very similar to Monique's, and the coach couldn't help flashing back to fucking his high school prize.

"Fuck me, Bret. Please fuck me!" she moaned. Bret entered her pussy and began fucking Michelle with long, slow strokes. He would almost remove his cock from her pussy and then plunge it back in, causing Monique's mother to thrust her sex against Bret's cock.

The long, slow strokes turned into short, faster strokes as they both got ready to cum. Soon, Bret's cock, like a piston, was firing in and out of her pussy quickly. Their hands were clenched together, their mouths swallowing each other's tongue, her breasts against his chest. Finally, Bret let out a moan and came deep inside Michelle's pussy.

She told him over and over how much better than her ex-husband he was. She moaned as she came, covering his hot, hard cock with her sexy pussy juice. They kissed some more and then collapsed on the bed. Bret went into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine. They drank that until they were ready to fuck again.

The lovemaking went on well into the night and into Saturday morning. They fucked in the shower and in the tub. Not 30 minutes had passed since Michelle had gone home when the workers pulled up to install Bret's new hot tub on his back deck. The coach got hard thinking about what he would do in there.



Coach's Conquests Ch. 19



After Tuesday's practice, Bret checked his e-mail and found a note from the head secretary, Cindy Morgan, saying the game film on Lakeville's first-round opponent, Regence, had arrived and was in his mailbox in the front office.

He checked his watch and found that he had plenty of time before he had to be in Weston. He had promised Josh Barlow he'd check out the gym that night. They had decided on 8 or 8:30, after the gym had closed.

It was a relatively light practice because of rain, and Bret didn't want anyone slipping on the wet turf and spraining an ankle or blowing a knee. Not with only three -- hopefully three -- games left in the season. The 9-0 Raiders were seeded second in the state playoffs, behind only 9-0 Oaktown. Lakeville would host Regence, an 8-1 team, which was seeded seventh in the playoffs. As it turned out, Valley Falls was seeded fourth and would host Mount Morton. Valley Falls was in Oaktown's bracket so a win by both of those teams in the first round would set up a semifinal matchup. The only way Lakeville would face either Valley Falls or Oaktown would be in the championship game -- if the Raiders advanced that far.

When Bret went to get his mail, Cindy Morgan was still at her desk, going through attendance reports.

"You always work this late?" Bret asked, checking the clock. It was nearly 6 p.m.

"Occasionally," she said, and then changed the subject. "Why haven't you called my sister?"

"It's only been since last Thursday," the coach said. "Aren't I supposed to give it at least a week?"

"Um, I don't think so," Cindy said, blushing. "After what she told me about your date, I think she's ready for you to move in with her."

"Well, it's a little early for that," Bret said, "but we did have fun." 

"So I heard," Cindy shot back. "And that's all I'm saying. Unless you're volunteering." 

"Not me," Bret said, holding both hands up with palms out.

Obviously, the sisters were close, and it was apparent Cindy now knew that Bret had fucked Kara -- and in the ass, too. He thought having Cindy that way wouldn't be such a bad idea either. He watched as she sexily crossed her legs, her skirt hiking up high on her thighs. He was instantly horny. 

"Here's your tape," she said, handing it to him. She had apparently taken it from his mailbox so she could hand it to him personally. Her ploy had worked, the coach thought. Now if he could only figure out how to get in her skirt.

Back in his office, Bret watched Regence win a mid-season game 42-0 and was mostly impressed that the team kicked all six extra points without problems. "We'll have to make our conversions," the coach thought, "because they're going to make theirs." Then Bret noticed the light on his telephone was blinking. He had a message. He wondered which horny female had called, wanting him to fuck her that night. Too bad, he thought, but the gym came first tonight. He had put Josh Barlow off long enough.

The message was from Sara, Josh's girlfriend. Josh had to leave town to pick up a replacement part for one of the weight machines. He wouldn't be back until very late that night. Could they postpone their meeting and do it another time? She asked Bret to call her at the gym.

Instead of calling Sara back, he packed a bag with workout clothes and headed to Weston. Bret arrived at the gym just before 9, wondering if anyone -- Sara perhaps -- would be there. The neon light was off. Bret noticed the sign on the door regarding the hours: 5 a.m. to 8 p.m. As Bret was about to enter, he looked through the glass doors to near the back of the main gym and saw Sara with two small hand-held weights.

She was facing a mirror, pumping the small weights she held in each hand. Her dark hair was pinned up, showing her sexy neck. She wore a peach leotard with navy blue shorts over it. The coach stood in the rain, admiring this sexy thing. Bret now was faced with a choice: He could go forward and into the gym or he could stand there and wait in the rain.

While he would not have minded staring at the hot body for a few more minutes, he decided to go in. He pushed the door open, and a loud buzzer sounded. It probably was heard throughout the gym. Most gyms had those types of buzzers these days. That way, if no one was at the front counter, they would still know someone had entered. 

Sara didn't appear startled at all. She turned, and with the weights still in hand, approached the front counter where the coach waited. 

"Hi," the coach said. "Sara, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Josh's girlfriend answered. "Hi Bret. I tried to reach you to save you a trip. Josh is out of town."

"Ahh, didn't get the message," the coach said, lying. "Been watching film all night. Haven't had a chance to get to messages."

"I'm so sorry you had to come all the way in for nothing," Sara said. "I don't think Josh is gonna be back for quite awhile."

The coach couldn't help but stare at the tight leotard that was holding in the young woman's breasts. A thin line of moisture from Sara's sweat started at the top of the leotard at the neckline below her throat and traveled into the cleavage between her breasts. The woman noticed Bret was checking her out and smiled.

"Well, what did you and Josh have planned?" she asked.

"He's trying to rope me into a membership," Bret said. "He was just gonna show me around and then try to sign me up."

"Well," Sara smiled, "guess that's up to me then. Let's go."

A full tour of the facility ensued with the coach following the sexy tour guide, admiring her body, staring at her shapely ass. The tour included the main gym, which was filled with free weights as well as weight machines and exercise bikes. Mirrors were everywhere. So were televisions, mostly all of them turned off at this time of night. One was still tuned to a sports channel and another to a body-building channel.

Sara showed Bret the aerobics room where classes were held daily. Sara was the instructor, she pointed out. Bret thought of some instruction they could give each other in this room. His mind flashed to fucking Sara in this room. He felt himself getting hard and tried to shake the image out of his head.

Next came the room with a lap pool that was used for water aerobics and rehabilitation. A walking track was in the adjacent area. Sara showed Bret the men's locker room, complete with three whirlpool tubs, a large shower area and a Jacuzzi tub. The whirlpool tubs, similar to the one Lakeville had, were for single use. The Jacuzzi, Bret estimated, had a capacity of eight.

The final stop was the sauna, with wood benches on either side of the walls, facing each other. Again, the capacity was eight, Bret guessed. They didn't stay in the sauna long. It was hot, and Sara explained they never turned it off. "Takes too long to heat back up in the morning," she said. "First thing some people do when they come in here is get in the sauna. And that's at 5 a.m."

When they returned to the gym's front counter, Sara showed Bret the financial choices. Bret, looking for any chance to see this hottie more often, signed up for the 30-day, no-commitment deal. If after a month he wanted out, it would be no problem, she said. It was a freebie.

"But I think you'll like it here," Sara said, smiling. "Hope so anyway."

Bret thanked her and was about to leave when Sara asked if he wanted to work out that night.

"Wasn't planning on it," the coach said. "Besides, it's late; you're probably ready to get out of here."

"Nope," said Sara. "Josh opens; I close. I'm usually here til at least 10 or 11 doing books or something."

"Well, I have some workout clothes in the Jeep. Let me run get them." 

"Great," Sara said. "Feel free to use whatever you want. I'll be over here on the computer. When you're warmed up, if you have any questions, just let me know. I'll even try to spot ya if ya want."

When he returned from the Jeep, Sara had changed into a new pair of tight Lycra shorts and a white sports bra. Bret warmed up with push-ups and sit-ups. He then moved to the light weights, keeping as close to the computer area as possible. He didn't want to let Sara out of his sight.

Sara then got up from the computer and moved to the bench-press area and nodded to the coach, implying she needed a spot. After several repetitions, her nipples were hard and sweat was forming around her thigh area. The coach kept trying to make eye contact with her but found his eyes darting all around her hot body. When she was finished, both went through cool-down exercises. And then Sara went back to computer. Or so Bret thought.

When the coach looked up from stretching, Sara was standing above him in only a white towel.

"Sauna?" Sara asked. "It's the best way to conclude a workout."

"That's a great idea," the coach said. "Go ahead. I'll get a towel and join you in a minute."

Barely a minute later, Bret found himself with a towel around his waist entering the sauna. Sara sat on the south end of the sauna, on a bench, with plenty of room on her left side, the closest side to Bret as the coach entered. Bret chose the north end, sitting by himself in the middle of the bench. The steam was thick, but it was mostly thick near the top of the high-ceilinged room. "Glad you decided to join me," Sara said, breaking a somewhat awkward silence. "It's nice to have some company."

"You take a sauna at the end of every day?" Bret asked, trying to make conversation.

"When I'm caught up, I try to," Sara said. "And I'm caught up tonight." She flashed a smile, and Bret's eyes were drawn to hers for a long moment, before the coach's eyes began their decent to Sara's tanned body. His mind went crazy.

"Like the gym?" Sara's words brought Bret out of his fantasy.

"What? Oh, yes," Bret said. "It's great. A lot of nice features." 

Sara smiled. "Glad you like the "features,' " Sara said, smiling." We work hard around here on all of the features."

The sexual innuendoes continued for the next several minutes before Sara said, "Wanna tell me how much you like the gym? Or show me?"

With that, the tanned hottie started to make her way to Bret's side of the sauna, stopping at the door to pull a mini shade over the small, vertical, rectangular window that was smaller than a 5 x 7 picture frame. She then locked the door.

"One of the first things I did when we bought this place," Sara said as she sat down by Bret, "is put a lock on this door." 

"Your favorite room?" Bret said. 

"My favorite room," Sara said, the sweat droplets forming all over what he could see of her body. "Want me to show you why?"

Bret's eyes gave Sara the answer his mouth couldn't. She maneuvered to where she was standing before Bret. Looking into Bret's eyes and making sure he was looking back, she untied the towel and let it fall to the floor. Bret's semi-hard cock grew little by little with no help from Sara's hands, and while he tried to make eye contact with her, his eyes were drawn to her perfectly shaped breasts and perfectly trimmed pussy instead.

Without prompting from Sara, Bret stood up as well, and his towel fell off, exposing his cock. The couple stood facing each other, inches apart, his cock almost touching her stomach. Sara finally broke the silence and moved closer to Bret, taking his face in her hands. The kiss started out awkwardly, but very soon became hot and sexy.

Sara's mouth covered Bret's, and her tongue went in search of the coach's. She found it to be a willing participant. The coach moved in toward Sara and the sexy couple made out for several minutes, standing in the sauna, the heat from their bodies rivaling that from the room. As the French kiss continued, Sara moved her hands around and gripped a cheek of Bret's ass in each hand firmly.

It was a deep kiss, their tongues rolling over one another. Sara finally broke the contact and slowly started licking her way down Bret's body, stopping to carefully inspect both nipples with her tongue. She worked her way down Bret's sexy chest until she came to the head of his cock, which was standing at attention and waiting to be serviced.

She buried her head in Bret's pubic hair, licking and teasing his shaft. Bret's 8 inches were fully erect now, and the purple head was throbbing at every touch. Sara started working her way along the shaft, Bret's hands in the sexy gym owner's hair. She flicked her tongue over the head of Bret's cock, almost pushing the coach over the edge instantly.

She worked her way along the bottom of Bret's shaft, stopping to French kiss every part of the cock.

"Talk to me, babe," Sara said when she pulled away, leaving Bret's cock standing straight out. "I wanna know if you like this."

"Mmmm, love it," the coach said. "You're very, very good at this."

"You want more?" Sara said. "You want more of me?"

"Ohhhhhh yes," Bret said. "Josh is a great friend and he's been great to the guys. But this, this is something I really want Sara."

"Don't mention Josh," Sara said. "He's OK with it."

"Isn't he your lover?" Bret asked.

"I won't tell if you won't tell," Sara answered, and went back to giving the coach a blowjob. "Besides, I have a feeling he's fucking just about everyone in my aerobics class."

"Cum for me," Sara said several minutes later. "I love to taste hot, sticky cum, and I think I'd love to taste yours."

Bret began fucking Sara's mouth, pumping his cock while guiding it back and forth into her hot, waiting mouth.

"Ahh yes, fuck my mouth," Sara said. "Fuck it like it's a pussy." And Bret did, feeling the orgasm building. It came quickly and without warning, and Sara was able to receive all of the hot white cum Bret could deliver. That is except the final spurt. After Bret's cock had been released, it spurted one final time on his chest and began running down toward his navel. "For me," Sara said, and went to work licking it off.

"For you," the coach confirmed.

When Sara was satisfied she'd licked Bret's stomach clean, she stood up and kissed the coach, helping the coach to reclaim some of his delicious seed.

"I want to fuck you, Bret, but not tonight," Sara said. "Josh might come by here if I'm not home when he gets home. But promise me we'll make love."

Bret's response was a deep, long French kiss in which his tongue devoured Sara's. The kiss nearly brought his cock to a full erection again, and he was ready for Sara to suck him off again.

But Sara needed to get home, and Bret understood. They promised each other they'd stay in touch, and after one more long hot kiss in the locker room, Bret dressed and went home.



Coach's Conquests Ch. 20



Wednesday was Halloween, and Bret thought about staying at the school and watching film so he wouldn't be interrupted by the doorbell every 30 seconds. Then he remembered some of the outfits the sexy girls wore to school that day (the very informal dress code was even more informal on Halloween) and thought if he stayed home he might get a visit from a couple of them.

He was right. Various witches, goblins, bunny rabbits and pussy cats visited the coach that night, but by far the sexiest was the Pirate Carrie Kemp. She came to the door with four other students, three guys and one girl, most of them smokers and drinkers -- none of them athletes. It seemed since Carrie was booted off the volleyball team, her priorities had changed.

The coach smelled cigarette smoke on her clothes and alcohol on her breath, but he couldn't get over her stunning Pirate costume -- the see-through, ruffled white shirt that tried without success to hide a red bikini top, tight black shorts, knee-high boots and a cape that hung to the ground. She had a red bandana in her hair that she was messing with as she approached the door. The black eye patch topped the costume off; that and deep, dark red lipstick that was applied too heavily.

The others were dressed not much differently than how they came to school -- trench coats, mafia-type hats, black boots, etc. In fact, the coach decided the others didn't even know it was his house they were coming to. Upon seeing the coach, one quickly put out a cigarette he was smoking and another hung far back from the door, apparently so Bret wouldn't notice he was drunk, stoned or both.

The other girl, whose name Bret couldn't remember, had tried to dress sluttily, sexily like Carrie, but had failed miserably. Without saying anything besides "Trick or Treat," they took their candy and headed down the sidewalk. Bret looked down and saw Carrie's red bandana at his feet.

"Miss Pirate," he called out. "You forgot your headband."

"Ooooooooh!" Carrie yelled, loud enough so that the others knew why she was going back to the door. A couple of them continued on but two others waited at the end of the walk. "Thank you so much."

"You wouldn't want to go anywhere without this," the coach said.

"Certainly not, mate," Carrie said, and flashed the others a smile. They had gotten bored and started to catch up with their friends.

"Can I come back later?" she whispered. "Will you be here? Cuz I wanna come back and fuck you, Coach."

"Only if you wear that costume," Bret said, smiling. "If the porch light is out, I'm done handing out candy and you're safe. Come on in and go to the back deck. I'll be keeping the hot tub hot for you." She smiled and headed off to catch up with her friends.

Two hours later, as the coach soaked in the hot tub wearing blue trunks and drinking a beer, he heard the front door open.

Carrie called out, "Hellooooooooooooooo," and then proceeded through the house and onto the back deck where she found Bret in the tub.

He rose up and showed her his blue trunks, and she licked those lipstick-clad lips over and over again. Carrie stopped at the edge of the tub, removed her eye patch and bandana and then proceeded to take the rest of her pirate costume off. The white, ruffled shirt came first. She undid each of the large red buttons in the front and slipped it off, leaving the red bikini top for Bret to gaze at. Her boots came next and then the black shorts, which revealed the matching red bikini bottom.

She maneuvered into the tub and straight for Bret, where the couple engaged in a long, deep, tongue kiss.

"Fuck me tonight, Coach," the senior insisted. "I need that cock in me."

Bret was happy to oblige, and he untied the bikini at Carrie's neck and then undid the back clasp and it floated away. He stood her up and her bikini bottom came next. It, too, floated to the other side of the tub. He cupped her cherry tipped breasts, massaging them, caressing them, and eventually his head dropped to suck on them, one at a time, careful to give each one the attention it needed.

"Yes, that's good," Carrie said. "I love it when you suck on my nipples."

One of Carrie's hands was pressed against the side of the tub, bracing herself. The other was seeking and finding Bret's hard cock under the water. "Mmmmmmmmmm, hard, just the way I like it," she purred. Carrie moaned, taking Bret's cock, stroking it smoothly as her own long fingers wrapped themselves around it. He moaned, getting louder as she continued to massage his cock.

"I hope it tastes as good as it feels," she said.

"Ohhh, you know it does," Bret said, inching out of the tub onto the concrete pad next to it. The cold air was a nice sensation on his body, but he was still very hot where it mattered.

Carrie, still in the tub, purred, looking up at him, bobbing her head forward to take his purple cock in her mouth, sucking his helmet between her pursed lips, swirling her tongue around the glands, teasing the eye hole, then licking his veiny shaft up and down like a lollipop.

Bret braced himself with one hand and begin finger fucking Carrie with the other, his free hand between her legs, running his fingers up and down her trembling slit, oozing with sticky love juice, his cock still in her mouth. She made love to his cock with her mouth and he did the same to her sexy pussy with his fingers until the coach whispered, "I wanna taste that sexy wet pussy."

Carrie emerged from the tub and they both lie on the concrete, the steam from the tub and their bodies rising into the cool night air. Bret moved on top of the sexy high schooler and into a 69 position. Carrie bent his hard cock toward her mouth, salivating as she fed as much of his organ into her throat as she could.

Supporting himself with his hands, bending forward, Bret hungrily lowered his head to the gaping, pink hole that arched upwards to meet him. He covered her whole mound with his mouth, slurping loudly on her dripping pussy.

"Oh, don't stop," she moaned when taking a break from sucking his cock. "That is fantastic."

Bret concentrated on Carrie's hard clit that throbbed in his mouth, using the smooth bottom of his tongue, gently rubbing her bum hole that was slick with her own lubricant, parting her pussy lips. She paid no attention to the twitching cock that swayed before her, intent now on the orgasm building unstoppably within her. She screamed, bucking her hips, thrusting her sopping wet cunt into his face as she came violently.

She was still shivering with delight when he climbed off her, but he had not finished yet, reaching underneath her he rolled her over onto her stomach and then kneeling, he positioned himself behind her. Lifting her perfect heart shaped ass into the air, shuffling forward, he placed his cock against her pussy.

Bret eased down between her swollen pussy lips gradually. She was so wet by now he slipped inside her easily, enjoying the sound of his balls slapping against her cunt, sinking into her. At first his strokes were long and slow, withdrawing almost entirely, leaving only the spongy tip of his prick still embedded inside her, plunging fully into her up to the hilt, but soon his speed increased and the length shortened.

She was moaning loudly by now as Bret was hammering his big cock into her faster and faster. Then, he too was groaning loudly.

"Keep going, that's it, I'm going to cum all over you," she moaned, and she did as he did.

Bret calmed down after her orgasm with Carrie rhythmically fucking the stud that was behind her. She leaned back and whispered, "Happy Halloween, babe." 



Coach's Conquests Ch. 21



Bret's long drive to top-ranked Oaktown was fruitless as the Oaks routed Meridian 63-0. Bret left at halftime with Oakville up 42-0. The two most impressive things about the state powerhouse? The fact that their kicker made all six extra points in the first half (he ended up making all nine in the game) and their football facility.

Both were something Bret could only dream of. On the way home, the coach heard on the radio that Valley Falls had shut out Mount Morton 44-0. So Oaktown and Valley Falls would meet in one semifinal the next weekend. The coach sure hoped his Raiders would be one of the final four, as well.

The next morning dawned sunny and cold as Regence came to town for a 1 p.m. playoff game. The bleachers on the home side were packed, and people lined the sidelines just beyond the security rope.

"This is a real playoff atmosphere," the coach said to no one in particular as he got ready to coach his first playoff game at Lakeville.

The playoff atmosphere quickly disappeared as Lakeville struggled against a Regence team that frankly wasn't very good. The Raiders ended up winning easily enough, 32-0, but Bret wasn't able to hold back much of the playbook since it was only 8-0 at halftime. He also wanted his kicker, Mike Dean, to attempt at least one extra point just to show the scouts from the other schools that there was a weapon they needed to reckon with.

But by the time the fourth quarter rolled around, Lakeville needed every point it could get. The Raiders converted on all four 2-point conversions, but that was about the only good thing that happened.

In the locker room after, the coach said that the performance might help the Raiders because the scouts of the other teams now might look past Lakeville. Bret didn't really believe it, but he said it anyway.

He saw Monique Sellars and Pamela George after the game. Monique had watched the Valley Falls game the night before, and Pamela returned the favor. They seemed more interested in getting alone and naked somewhere than they were in talking to the coach.

And that was fine with Bret. He needed to get back to the school and find out who won the Bedke-Thompson Butte game, which was played at the same time as the Lakeville-Regence game. Whoever won that game would be coming to Lakeville for a semifinal matchup next Saturday. The Oaktown-Valley Falls semifinal would also be held Saturday. As the season wore on and the days got shorter and the weather colder, the state association wanted all playoff games played during the daylight hours. And so, both semis would be at 1 p.m., one at Oaktown and one at Lakeville. Bret had seen the last of Oaktown until the championship game -- if both teams made it that far.

Back in his office, the coach learned Bedke had defeated Thompson Butte 7-6. The sketchy details he received were that Bedke led 7-0 early and won when Thompson Butte scored late in the game and went for 2 and the win. Bret guessed that he wasn't the only coach in the state without a place-kicker.

After searching for his state directory – the document that included all the pertinent information about every school in the state – Bret determined he'd taken his home and left it there. The directory would tell him who Bedke played that year, and it would also contain the phone numbers of every coach in the state. Bret went to the main office of the school. Surely the superintendent had a copy. In fact, he knew he did because they had reviewed Lakeville's information earlier in the school year.

Bret thought about calling the Thompson Butte coach, too, but then, on second thought, decided he'd at least wait until Monday. He didn't want to call the losing coach just hours after the game.

Upon entering the office with his key, he found the door to the superintendent's office locked. He thought fast. Cindy Morgan, the sexy off-limits secretary, would have a key. It would be a great opportunity to call her and flirt anyway. Then he'd drop by her house, meet the big, burley husband everyone talked about, get the key, get a quick glimpse of the gorgeous Cindy and come back to the school for a night of phone calls and film watching.

Clarence Kemp had invited him over, and the thought of another session with Carrie crossed his mind, but the state championship was more important.

Carrie would have to wait. The coach dialed Cindy Morgan. The sexy secretary sounded even hotter on the phone than in person.

"Great game," she cooed.

"You were there?" he asked.

"Every game. I bet you were peeing your pants at halftime."

"Well, it was closer than I expected."

"Sooooooooo you called to thank me for coming to the game? To invite me out to celebrate the win?"

Bret thought that for someone who was apparently "off limits," she sure was being friendly. Perhaps she'd been drinking since the game. Come to think of it, perhaps she was drinking at the game. It was rather chilly out there today.

"Actually, I need a favor," Bret said. "There's a directory in McPherson's office and the office is locked. Could I come by and get the key?"

"Oh, I can run the key over -- I just live a few minutes away," she said.

"No, I don't wanna put you out. I'm sure I'm interrupting dinner or something anyway."

"No, I'm alone. My husband is hunting. He's not much of a football fan. He's more of a do-er than a watcher. He's out killing something. Seems to be that way every weekend this time of year. Birds or something."

"I really don't want you to have to come all the way over here," the coach said, lying.

"I'll be right over," she said, and hung up before he could object.

Cindy Morgan was at the school within 15 minutes, dressed in tight black jeans, a tight white T-shirt and a tan vest that was zipped up about half way. It allowed Bret to get a glimpse of the outline of her gorgeous tits through the tight material, something he didn't get all that often at school. The door to the superintendent's office was unlocked in a flash, and Bret knew exactly where to find the directory. He got it, and as Cindy stood watching, the coach started thumbing through the directory to find the correct district.

"It's all here -- just what I need," the coach said. "Thanks a ton."

"Certainly," the sultry secretary said in response. "Anything to help you win the championship. By the way, if you win next week, where do you go?"

"Curtis," Bret said. "All four championship games are held there on Friday and Saturday. We'd play a Friday night game.

"An overnight trip, huh?" she asked, smiling. "That's one I'd definitely have to make."

The coach got hard thinking about him and Cindy Morgan in a hotel room. He'd already played out that fantasy with Monique Sellars, Pamela George or any number of other women as the main course, even Cindy's younger sister, Kara.

"It should be fun," the coach said. "We just have to get there first. And this helps." With a smile, he said goodbye and headed down the long hall toward the other end of the school. He then went down the stairs, through the cafeteria and into the locker room and his adjoining office.

As the coach was making a list of phone numbers, he heard the familiar creek of the locker room door opening. Around the corner and into his small office came Cindy Morgan. She had removed the T-shirt and was wearing only the vest along with her tight jeans. It was still unzipped half way and her gorgeous tan breasts could be seen, begging to get out.

"I just thought that by helping you to get that directory, you might, uh, thank me," she said, smiling. Cindy moved toward Bret, unzipping the vest and revealing her sexy tan tits. It was obvious this sexy secretary spent plenty of time in the sun and the tanning booth. No lines were to be found. Bret responded by getting up from his chair and moving around to the front of the desk and leaning on it, pushing papers and videos out of the way to make room.

Cindy moved into the coach, pushing him back to the point of him sitting on the desk. He opened his mouth, letting her tongue slide wetly in. Reaching up, she ran her fingers through is hair. He spread his legs further, allowing her to come closer to him to the point where her breasts were against his polo shirt. He could feel her nipples jutting out and against him so he broke the kiss just long enough to pull the shirt over his head and off. 

Her naked breasts against his toned chest was a tremendous turn on for both of them. Bret soon buried his head in Cindy's chest, and with slow gentle ease he began to lick her breasts, eventually sucking on each of her rosy red nipples.

Bret worked to free Cindy of her tight black jeans and black panties and did so with relative ease, all the while maintaining contact with her tits. His pants followed, leaving the coach in tight blue briefs with a cum stain already forming where his cock had pressed hard against the thin material.

Bret leaned back on the desk, and Cindy took that as a queue to begin pleasuring the coach with her tongue. Dropping to her knees, she took hold of his stiffening cock with one hand while massaging his balls with the other. Looking Bret in the eye, Cindy slowly deliberately began to feed his veiny knob into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his throbbing gland as he grew to his full eight inches. Her saliva was dripping down his shaft as she sucked him deep into her throat.

Bret, groaning in ecstacy, came soon thereafter, and Cindy, the pro she was, took it all in her mouth in stride. The coach was in the process of lying Cindy on his desk and returning the favor when her cell phone rang.

"Shit!" she said, "it's him. He's the only one who calls me."

Cindy took the call and calmly explained to her husband that she was at the school and that was why she didn't answer the phone at home. She fabricated a story about vandalism at the game today and that, as the staff member on duty, she had to file a police report at the scene.

Her wicked smile and wink to Bret told the coach that the husband believed the story and the conversation ended with Cindy saying "See you tomorrow night, Love. Love you, too."

She hung up, rolled her eyes and immediately locked Bret into a French kiss. The coach could taste a hint of him on her tongue and instantly got hard again.

"Can we continue this at your place?" she asked. "I like it here, but ..."

She flung her head toward the door, as if to insinuate someone might come in unexpectedly. Bret gave Cindy directions, and less than 30 minutes later, the coach was relaxing in his hot tub, awaiting the arrival of the sexy secretary so they could continue their post-game party.

This time, Cindy emerged with her black jeans and white T-shirt back in place. But her luscious tits were pressing against the material and soon they were free. She stripped out of her jeans, and pantiless, climbed into the tub. They kissed gently at first, then with a passion. He worked his way around her neck and onto her shoulder taking in the scent of the woman who had excited him so much. He felt the roundness of her tits, and she again felt his hardness. He traced a finger down one breast and up the other. Taking one in each hand he teased her nipples with his thumbs. Cindy's firm tits stayed that way, her nipples begging for attention. She lowered herself to him and Bret gently kissed each one.

"The office was great," she moaned in his ear while his tongue flicked over both of her nipples. "But this is where I want you. At your house, in your tub, in your bed."

Cindy moaned as her breasts began to ache with arousal. Bret then moved up and French kissed her long and hard, guiding her to the edge of the tub. She had pleased him in his office; now it was his turn. Lying her back so only her thighs on down were in the water, he began kissing his way around. And the coach knew his way around. He began to trace circles with his tongue, moving upward but never quite touching the increasingly damp wetness of her pubic hair. She knew that her cunt was extremely wet and that at any probing her juices would flow.

Eventually, Bret's tongue found her sex. He breathed in the scent of her as he gave gentle caresses with the bridge of his nose against her pussy. His tongue brought a flood of her love juice. He licked it and savored the taste. Moving his hands under her ass, he caressed and massaged her cheeks and even slid a finger into her ass.

While massaging her ass, he began to tease her clit with his tongue and almost shot his load at the realization that he was tongue-fucking the gorgeous secretary he had coveted since the first day of school. Cindy squirmed as he played with her clit and probed her hole. Her juice covered his face and he loved it. She held his head and forced it into her deeper. Parting her lips he probed for her love hole with a finger while another finger continued to play with her ass. Her first orgasm occurred when he had two fingers inside her pussy and one from the other hand in her ass.

She orgasmed again and lie back, breasts heaving as he looked across her flat belly at their roundness. Cindy then leaned up and pushed Bret away, jumping out of the tub and running into the house. The coach followed in no special hurry, and when he finally caught up to her, he found the secretary on his bed, legs crossed sexily, waiting for more.

Kissing him fully on the lips and forcing her tongue into his mouth, tasting herself, made her ready for more. She raked his nipples and teased them with her tongue.

"I want this cock in my mouth again, baby," she said wickedly.

Bret only smiled and stood at the edge of the bed so Cindy could kneel on it and go to work. Grasping the cock she began to take it into her mouth, her tongue playing around the head. Bret moaned as he felt his spunk start on its journey. He managed to relax and delay its escape bid. Holding Bret's rod in one hand and caressing his balls with the other, Cindy teased her tongue around the shiny head and kept returning to the hole tasting his pre cum as it emerged.

Pursing her lips, she took it into her mouth slowly, making him shudder. She took it all until it touched the back of her throat. By revolving it slightly she gave him unimagined pleasure. The pulsing in the shaft told her that he was about to come. With a finger squeeze she delayed it.

"Not in my mouth this time," she gasped. "In my pussy, please."

He knelt down and ran his tongue along the full length of her slit to her bum hole and probed that. She screamed as his tongue found that most secret of places. Standing up he slid his hardness along the full length of her cunt to cover it in her cum before sliding it into her begging love tunnel.

Thrusting slowly at first, his strokes began to increase until he nearly popped out every time. He thrust in until the base of his cock was crushing her cum-covered lips.

Withdrawing and turning her around, he once again entered her and began to thrust even deeper into her sopping cunt than before. The next orgasm caused her sex muscles to contract, gripping him fiercely.

He had to come this time. Each thrust brought him closer to oblivion. Squeezing his cock muscles he tried to make it bigger inside her. His spunk shot into her tunnel in long great spurts reaching every corner accompanied by their cries of ecstasy, its heat and force giving Cindy yet another climax, her grip on him even tighter.

"I wanna be soooooooooooooo dirty for you," she purred. "The nastiest you've ever had."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," the coach moaned. "Talk to me baby."

"In the ass," she begged. "I need that cock in my ass."

Just hearing Cindy Morgan say that got the coach hard again in an instant. First, he had fucked her sister, Kara, in the ass, and now Cindy was going to be next. He stationed Cindy on all fours, facing away from him and he assumed the same position. His rock hard cock was pressing against the opening of her sexy ass, and still using the lubrication from her pussy, it slid in with relative ease. Bret hammered her tight asshole, all the while Cindy was screaming for more.

He continued at a quickened pace for a long while, and then when he felt they were both close to cumming, he slowed down and made the strokes long and slow. Cindy pushed her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit. Bret sucked on her shoulder and eventually turned her head and French kissed her.

Cindy's moans became louder and unrestrained. It was obvious she was close to reaching the end and going over the edge.

"Oh, Jesus!" she screamed. "Fill my ass with your cum!" The secretary didn't need to ask twice. Bret moaned loudly and let loose a long stream of fuck juice into her ass. Cindy collected some on her finger that seeped out and then, after Bret had removed his cock, rolled over and sucked on her finger.

"Don't you love it when I'm nasty," she said, smiling, still breathing heavily.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, yes," Bret said, leaning forward and kissing Cindy, tasting himself on her tongue. He fucked her over and over that night, in his bed, in the shower, back in the hot tub. Her cell phone didn't ring again.



Coach's Conquests Ch. 22



With hubby gone hunting again the next weekend, Cindy Morgan tried for a repeat performance with Bret Harris. But Friday night, the night before the semifinal game with Bedke, the coach was preoccupied with film. He rejected the overtures from Cindy on the phone, but almost caved in when she said, "I got all dressed up -- just for you, baby."

But he didn't flinch, promising the secretary they'd get together soon, maybe even as soon as tomorrow after the afternoon game. That didn't sit too well with Cindy, who was horny now. But she'd take whatever she could get when she could get it so she smiled a nasty smile and hung up.

Then she turned her thoughts to her second choice.

Little sister Kara Morgan was shocked when her older sister invited herself to Kara's house for the evening.

"What do you want?" Kara asked, jokingly. "You only call me when you want something."

"Nooooooooooooo," Cindy insisted. "We just haven't gotten together lately. I'm craving pizza. Wine."

Kara didn't know Cindy was craving more than that.

"Sure, c'mon over," Kara said. "But give me a few seconds to straighten this place up."

"Don't worry about it," Cindy said. "It can't be any worse than mine. I'll be over in a jiffy."

Kara greeted Cindy in a tank top -- braless although she had no intention of trying to turn on her sister -- and shorts. Her mouth dropped open when Cindy took off her coat. There her older sister was in a sexy, short silver and black dress with thin spaghetti straps. And in November.

"It's all I could find," Cindy said with a smile.

"What are you up to?" Kara asked, still gawking at her sister's sexy, tan body. "Who dumped you and made me queen for the night?"

If she only knew, Cindy thought.

They ordered pizza and began in on the wine. By the time the pizza got there 45 minutes later, they had almost forgotten about it. The red wine was flowing and the sisters started on their third bottle as they picked at the pizza.

"If you're not gonna eat any of this, I'm going to put it in the fridge," Kara said, throwing a sausage at Cindy. The elder sister found it in her lap and placed it on her outstretched tongue, rolling it around before eating it.

Shaking her head at her older and suddenly goofy sister, Kara grabbed the pizza and walked toward the kitchen, Cindy trailing behind and watching the gorgeous ass of her sister. Cindy carried the plates, putting them in the sink and rinsing them off. Kara joined her at the sink.

"You got enough wine to last us or do I need to get some more?" a buzzed Cindy asked, slapping her sister on the ass.

"I think we'll be OK," said Kara, who was still stunned at the revealing outfit her sister wore. The wine Kara had consumed wasn't helping her take her mind off the slinky dress either. 

In a brief moment of weakness, younger Kara touched the material of the dress above Cindy's waist in the back and began massaging downward.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, don't stop doing that sister," Cindy said, laughing and smiling. And Kara didn't. Boldly, her next move was to slide her hand under the dress. She was surprised by what she found -- or didn't find.

"You always wear a black thong to visit your sister?" Kara said. "C'mon. Fess up. Were you planning on going somewhere else?"

"I'll never tell," Cindy said.

"Tell me!" Kara said, pressing Cindy against the kitchen sink and grinding her sex into Cindy's even though both still had clothes on.

Cindy escaped and ran to the couch, holding the two glasses of wine between her and Kara so her little sister couldn't tackle her. 

"Cheers," Cindy said, "to us."

"To no secrets between us," Kara said back, and the couple drank what was left in their glasses. "No secrets, OK?"

"No secrets," Cindy said, and then leaned into her sister. "I dressed this way for you."

And her tongue licked Kara's lips, round and round. Surprisingly, the younger sister didn't flinch or back off. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and allowed her older sister's tongue to slide in.

"Good, I can see that excites you," Cindy said when the kiss broke. She was staring at Kara's tank top, which now had nipples firmly outlining the material. "Then I'm gonna keep going."

Kara just nodded and closed her eyes again, and Cindy kissed her again, this time more passionate, more hungrily, and the two slumped down on the couch like teenagers making out.

Cindy continued, sliding her hand straight up Kara's shorts, quickly finding her mound with heat sensitive fingers and letting them gently brush against her. A delicious shudder ran through Kara. Opening her eyes, she could see that Cindy had slid one strap of her tiny dress off of her shoulders. There was no bra strap.

Kara now knew what they both wanted. Taking Cindy's hand, she led her upstairs. Once in Kara's bedroom, they wasted little time in undressing each other.

Cindy started by saying, "This was my idea. I wanna help you get naked, doll."

She helped Kara raise her hands and easily slid the tank top off. Cindy proceeded to sexily French kiss Kara's tits and then her mouth. While Kara kicked off her footie stockings, Cindy peeled off her baby sister's shorts and peach panties. Kara stood there naked, gorgeous, edible. 

Kara then helped Cindy out of her tiny dress. It didn't take long. Only the black thong remained, and Kara teased her older sister by pulling on it, the thinnest portion entering her sister's pussy and ass. Cindy moaned and smiled and then stepped out of it and tossed it across the room.

The naked sisters, now face to face, kissed, gently rubbing their stiff nipples together as their hands explored each other's bodies, so different from being with a man, soft, smooth, delicately perfumed. Their tongues met, wetly playing with each other before Cindy gently pushed Kara back on the bed.

Cindy began at Kara's neck and moved slowly down, stopping to pay homage to Kara's swollen nipples, licking, sucking and lightly chewing until she moaned with desire.

By now Kara's whole body was alive to Cindy's golden touches, her fingers electrifying with their feather light feel, mesmerising her as she edged closer to her already dripping pussy. Kara felt Cindy's hot breath on her belly button, then at last as Kara held her glowing thighs wide apart, Cindy's soft tongue started to snake its way across Kara's mound. Cindy certainly knew what she was doing.

Kara gasped, thinking perhaps Cindy had engaged in this kind of activity before. But this was neither the time nor the place to ask. No reason for a sister spat at this point.

Kara's hips bucked involuntarily. It was the first time another woman had licked her cunt, and she was loving it. With Cindy's tongue flicking her clitoris, two of her fingers corkscrewing in and out of Kara's gushing hole, Kara's breathing soon grew ragged.

Whereas Kara at first had merely stroked Cindy's hair as she went down on her baby sister, Kara now held Cindy's head more tightly, grinding her clit into Cindy's tongue, Cindy's face, whatever she could grind it into. Kara was fast losing control, and she almost blacked out as she came with great intensity. But she didn't miss a beat. As it had been her entire life, she wanted to show up her older sister. Whether it be in spelling bees, gymnastics events or cheerleading contests, Kara wanted to be better. 

She rolled out and pinned Cindy down on the bed. "My turn, babe," Kara said. "I'm gonna tongue fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

Cindy smiled a wicked smile and thought about letting Kara in on the fact that she had fucked Bret Harris last weekend and wanted to fuck him again that night, only to be turned down. She thought about letting Kara in on the fact that she was her second choice that night. Then she came to her senses. Say that, she thought, and it might be over.

Cindy thought better of it, relaxed and enjoyed the fucking she was going to get from her sister. Kara covered her Cindy's lithe body with hot kisses, kneading, cupping, squeezing her warm mounds with her sexy hands. Eagerly, Kara began to lower her head to Cindy's waiting snatch, helped by her palm gently pushing downwards on her head until her face nestled into her hairy bush. Kara could smell her musky odor and tentatively darted her tongue out, tasting the tang of her sister's dribbling love juice.

Kara continued with her task, savoring the feel of the gash in between her lips, swirling her tongue around the hard bud that was Cindy's clitoris, delving deep between her flaps as her honey dripped and bubbled into her mouth. Writhing so wildly that Kara was struggling to remain clamped to her cunt, Cindy started to shriek that she was cumming.

"Oh baby sister, yes. God yes!" Cindy screamed. The first wave of orgasms came and went. Kara wanted to keep this moment alive so she slithered back up to Cindy's breasts and started to suck on those nipples. Her nipples were erect and waiting for Kara's mouth. As Kara began to suck on Cindy right nipple, Cindy inhaled sharply, then let out a breath in one long slow sigh. Kara spent a few moments just playing with Cindy breasts with her mouth. Kara kissed them and flicked the nipples with her tongue. Kara sucked first on one nipple, and then on the other. Kara bit them gently, Kara bit them harder.

Cindy's hands were in Kara's hair, stroking it, playing with it. The purr was coming from Cindy throat again. Kara reached down to Cindy's pussy and started massaging it again. She wanted to get her sister off time and time again. Kara reached two fingers into Cindy's pussy and moved her mouth back to Cindy's lips. Soon Cindy broke the kiss and let out a moan as she came again.

"Oh, you are pretty when you come," Kara whispered to Cindy. Then Kara pulled away and got into a position to where she could taste her sister again. As Cindy's eyes lit up once again, Kara brought her mouth down to Cindy. When she reached Cindy's pussy with her tongue, Cindy's head went back. With an intake of breath, Cindy's eyes closed.

Kara started at the top of her slit, teasing, promising, licking and wiggling her tongue. 

"Oh, Cindy," she breathed between strokes of her tongue. Kara moved to the sides, licking near Cindy thighs. Up and down the smooth, sensitive skin, licking and nibbling a little. A quick bite on Cindy's inner thigh, then back. Then Kara brought her hand up and started rubbing Cindy's mound from the top, while her tongue plunged into Cindy, first short quick strokes, then longer ones, as deeply as Kara could go.

Cindy's panting, Kara's sucking and licking and kissing of Cindy's pussy continued. Kara slid a finger into Cindy's pussy and then withdrew it and slid it into Cindy's mouth, almost putting the elder sister over the edge again.

Writhing back and forth, Cindy tried to keep her orgasm from coming. She wanted this feeling to last. But when Kara slid a lubed finger into Cindy's sexy ass, Cindy screamed, "Ohh, ohh, yes! My God, that is good." 

And she came over and over and over again. The sisters stayed there, all night, in the damp sheets, French kissing and wildly fucking. Cindy's second choice turned out to be a decision she was glad she made.



Coach's Conquests Ch. 23



Bret Harris arose before the sun did on Semifinal Saturday and headed to the school to watch Bedke on film one final time. Gametime was set for 1 p.m., and players were told to be there no later by 11 a.m. At 10:30 a.m., when no one was there, the coach began to get worried.

He wondered if the Bedke club would get up early and drive the entire distance the day of the game. He knew better. Certainly, they would've driven to Weston the night before, got some rest and made the short trip to Lakeville the day of the game. And he was right.

When he ran into the Bedke AD shortly after the bus pulled in, it was confirmed. Bedke had arrived at Weston yesterday at 4 p.m., had worked out at the high school and would be ready to play come 1 p.m. The coach hoped his team would be.

The pre-game warmups went well, Bret thought. The team seemed crisp, like the cool air outside. The smell of hotdogs, burgers and popcorn filled the air as the wind carried the smoke from the concession stand across the field and into the neighboring farm fields. Bret kept a close eye on his placekicker, Mike Dean, and on Bedke's. In warmups, it really was hard to tell them apart as far as skill was concerned. Dean was making extra points with ease and so was the Bedke kicker. But there was no pressure in warmups, no one rushing the kicker, no fans screaming.

As the teams got ready to retreat back to their locker rooms for final instructions, Bret heard the public-address announcer brag that they'd all be getting updates on the Oaktown-Valley Falls game. Just what the coach wanted for his players -- and himself: another distraction.

The final speech was not a rah-rah type thing. The coach methodically pointed out what had to be done to win. They had to convert on third down and keep Bedke from converting on third down. They couldn't turn the ball over, yet someone had to step up and force turnovers. Those were the major points. After saying that, it was time to go.

Bret spotted well-wishers -- and bed partners -- in the crowd as he led the team back onto the field for the coin toss, National Anthem and the other pagaentry of this semifinal playoff game. The Lakeville side was packed, and Raider fans had spilled over onto the other side of the field, surrounding the tiny Bedke crowd. For those Bedke folks who couldn't make the trip, they would sit by the radio and listen to all the action as if they were there.

Clarence Kemp pumped his fist when he saw Bret. Carrie Kemp licked her lips. Cheerleader Monique Sellars smiled that toothy grin. Her mother, Michelle, flashed that same smile. The sexy secretary, Cindy Morgan and her kid sister, Kara, huddled together, drinking hot cocoa. They probably would've rather been huddling between the sheets somewhere, but both wanted to watch their favorite male lover coach his high school team to the state finals.

Bret spotted Josh Barlow and girlfriend Sara. Josh wore the proud smile of an alumnus who was pleased to see his beloved football team in the semifinals. Sara wore a sexy smile of someone who enjoyed sucking the coach off and eating his cum. It was the smile of someone who wanted to do it again.

His mind back on football, Bret watched as his team won the coin toss and elected to receive. He stared at the American flag as the Lakeville High School band played the National Anthem. He donned his headset and tested the earphones and microphone with his assistant coach in the booth at midfield.

And then the semifinal game began. The game had everything -- but scoring. It had turnovers, penalties, missed opportunities, bad play calls by the coach and bad calls by the officials. The first quarter ended with the score 0-0. The second quarter ended with the score 0-0.

As Bret Harris jogged to the dressing room to address the troops, he heard the PA man announce: "At halftime in Oaktown, it's Oaktown 0, Valley Falls 20."

The crowd didn't know whether to boo or cheer. No one wanted to face Oaktown, but no one really wanted Valley Falls in the finals either. Lakeville had beaten Valley Falls twice, but it was now looking like Lakeville might not even make the finals. Bret tried to put the score of the other game out of his mind, but his players had heard. They were whispering to each other as the coach entered the dressing room.

"Anyone who's more interested in that game than this one can just stay in here and listen to the rest of it on the radio," the coach said, beginning his halftime speech. "Because if you're not interested in winning our game, we don't want you out there."

The halftime talk continued, and it focused on Xs and Os more than heart, more than desire, more than will. Finally, as the team got up and got ready to head back out, Bret raised his hand, quieted the team and said simply, "Fellas, it's a matter of who wants it more."

Both teams appeared to want it early in the third quarter. Bedke drove the length of the field and scored on a short pass. The conversion kick was straight and true and Bedke led 7-0. The update from Oaktown: Valley Falls 20, Oaktown 7.

Lakeville came back, moved down the field and had a first-and-goal at the 4. Four plays later, they punched it in from the 1. It was 7-6. Seven minutes still remained in the third quarter. Bret felt good about his offense on that drive and decided to try to tie the game. Kicker Mike Dean lined up for the 20-yard extra point and proceeded to kick the ball into the back of his center. Bedke 7, Lakeville 6.

Dean got another chance late in the third quarter when Lakeville stalled at the Bedke 7. On third down, the quarterback was supposed to maneuver so the ball was lined up in the middle of the goal posts for the fourth-down field-goal attempt. It didn't work out that way. The play ended on the right hashmark. Dean, overcompensating for the angle, hit his field goal try plenty high and plenty long. But he hooked it. Bedke 7, Lakeville 6. Only one quarter remained.

The main thing running through Bret's mind was Bedke's 7-6 victory over Thompson Butte the week before.

"They're going to go to the state finals with two one-point wins," the coach said to no one in particular. "We've got to get down there and convert."

But it was Bedke now, driving down toward Lakeville's goal line, eating valuable time off the clock. During an injury timeout for one of the Bedke players, it was announced that Oaktown had pulled to within 20-19 of Valley Falls with eight minutes remaining in that game. It appeared the Oaks had righted the ship and were on their way to a comeback win.

Back at Lakeville, Bedke drove to the Raider 3 before running into a stiff defense. A field goal would put the guests up 10-6 and force Lakeville to score a touchdown. But an onrushing Raider lineman blocked the attempt and the Raiders were still in business.

Slowly, steadily the Raiders moved down the field. Using their timeouts and getting out of bounds to stop the clock, the Raiders drove to the Bedke 13. Only 25 seconds remained, and Lakeville had one timeout remaining. Bret instructed his team to go for the end zone with a series of passes. He didn't want to have to rely on the foot of Mike Dean to win the game.

A first-down pass was incomplete. On second down, the quarterback was sacked back at the 20. It would be a 37-yard field goal from there, Bret thought, as he talked over strategy after using their final timeout with 10 seconds left. With no timeouts remaining, the coach called a Hail Mary-type play, one where the quarterback lobbed the ball up in the end zone in hopes of a miracle catch. Bret thought they'd have two chances since it was only third down.

It didn't exactly work out as planned. The Raider quarterback, under pressure, ran out of trouble and across the line of scrimmage. He couldn't pass now. He sprinted for the sideline and made it out at the 13 as the clock ticked down to 3 seconds. The coach had no choice but to send on the field-goal unit.

Again the ball was placed on the right hashmark. Again Mike Dean lined up to try to send Lakeville to the state finals. Again the Bedke players waved their hands in an attempt to distract the senior. Again the snap was good, the hold was good and Dean got plenty of height and distance on his kick. But this time, something odd happened. The ball sailed between the goal posts. Lakeville had won 9-7.

For a split second, time seemed to almost stop, like in a movie where the director eliminates any sound and the frames are in slow motion. Then all hell broke loose. Mike Dean was buried beneath a pile of black and silver Raider jerseys. Bret Harris threw off his headset and jumped into the air. The Bedke players slowly walked toward their sideline. Chaos ensued. Bret was doused with water. Parents, players, cheerleaders, managers hugged him and each other. The Raiders were headed to the state finals.

When Bret got a hold of himself, he calmed his players enough to go through the congratulatory handshake with their opponents. He shook the opposing coach's hand and stuttered something about how neither team should've lost this game. The coach wished Bret and the Raiders well in the state finals.

At that point, the coach's competitive brain kicked into gear. He had to know who won the Valley Falls-Oaktown game. On his way back to his own sideline, he glanced up at the press box where the P.A. announcer was stationed. The man yelled down and asked if he could turn up the sound on the radio over the P.A. The coach nodded.

And so for the next 10 minutes or so, those interested in the Valley Falls-Oaktown game while celebrating on the field. When Valley Falls stopped the Oaks on fourth down to win the game, some in the Lakeville crowd cheered, some booed. There were still mixed emotions about Valley Falls when you asked a Lakeville fan. But the state championship was set -- Lakeville vs. Valley Falls. Valley Falls vs.Lakeville. For all the marbles.

Clarence Kemp's party on this night was a wild one. The beer was flowing, the wine was flowing, the whiskey was flowing. Heck, Clarence didn't even care that daughter Carrie was partaking of drink and almost sitting on the coach's lap on the crowded couch. Bret got the feeling that Clarence wouldn't care if his daughter fucked the coach. Anything to keep the coach happy -- he had just taken Lakeville to the state championship game.

The conversation didn't linger on about the Bedke game for long. Clarence and the other boosters wanted to know what Bret intended to do to beat Valley Falls for the third time that season. The coach, with a sheepish grin, said, "It's awful hard to beat a team three times in one season."

"The hell it is!" Kemp shot back as he offered another toast to the first-year coach. Then he told Bret that anything the team needed for its trip, he'd take care of it. A chartered bus, a rental car for the coach, whatever. Bret mentioned he'd like an out-of-the-way hotel Friday night so he could finally get some rest. He knew he wouldn't sleep much Thursday night, the night before the game, but he needed to be in the same hotel as the team.

On Friday night, after the team had gone home, the coach said he could really sleep. But other teams and their partying fans might be in the same hotel so he'd like something out of the way.

"Done," Clarence Kemp said. "And if you need a week off from school next week, let me know. I'll find a sub."

As the evening wore on and Clarence Kemp continued to pour drinks and offer straight shots, the coach found himself getting quite drunk.

"Just stay here," Clarence Kemp said, and Carrie, drinking wine, smiled. "We have lots of room."

"Well, I'd rather be home," he said. "I've probably got a ton of e-mails and phone calls to return in the morning. I should be there, and I should be fresh. But thanks for the party."

"Well, you're not driving home, Coach," Clarence said. "The cops in this town, no matter how successful you are or who you are, they wanna pull you over and bust you. I nearly got busted last night. Let me take you home."

"Daddy," Carrie Kemp chimed in, "I was going to go over to Eric's for a bit. They're watching movies over there. I could just drop Coach off."

"Great idea, doll," Clarence said. "We'll bring your Jeep back tomorrow morning bright and early if that's OK with you, Coach."

"Well, I guess," Bret said. "I don't want to put you out, Carrie.

"Not a problem, Coach," she said, smiling. "Not a problem."

The senior volleyball studette and the coach made small talk on the drive to the coach's house.

"I'm really not that drunk," he said. "I could've made it."

"You think I'm going to pass up an opportunity like this?" she said.

"By the way, who's Eric?" Bret asked. "I don't know any Erics in the school."

"He's a made-up guy," Carrie said, smiling, "Daddy doesn't have a clue."

Carrie dropped the coach off, circled the block and parked down the street a ways. Soon she was inside Bret's house and the two were as one against the living room wall. Bret moved his lips toward hers slowly and they touched lightly. They kissed gently, slowly and softly. He held her face closer while he ran his fingers through her hair. Then their lips joined and they kissed passionately, long and hard. His tongue was drawn into her warm mouth where it met her tongue.

The coach loved how Carrie Kemp kissed. He loved how she dressed. She was classy, but at the same time could be slutty. He got the feeling she was feeling slutty tonight. She'd changed from her black jeans and gray sweatshirt (Lakeville school colors) to tight blue jeans with no pockets on the back. The jeans showed off the sexy curves of her ass. When she got around to removing her windbreaker, the sexy senior had on a white top that tied at the front. It was currently untied and her large breasts were begging to get out.

Their kisses grew in intensity and passion as the coach and the high school senior stood there. Soon they moved to the coach's bedroom and he sat on the bed while the sexy senior stripped in front of him. Off came the white top, revealing a black, lacy bra. Off came the tight blue jeans. Black lacy panties remained.

She approached Bret again and they began kissing again. He ran a hand up along the side of her body and brushed her breast. He grabbed her ass and pulled her toward him as their hips began to grind together. She pushed the coach away, playfully, and begged him to strip for her. He obliged, smiling the entire time as he stripped down to blue bikini briefs. 

When they resumed kissing, his cock, aching to get out, was throbbing and pressing against her now-soaked panties. His hand moved to her right breast and cupped it over her bra. His thumb rubbed gently over her nipple, and the coach could feel her firmness through the thin material. She gasped slightly as he pressed lightly on her nipple and began to think about getting her completely naked. Bret pulled Carrie to a sitting position on the bed and unsnapped her bra, gently pulling it off, exposing her sexy breasts. Her nipples stood at attention as Bret prepared to make love to them with his tongue.

"Suck them," she said, half begging, half demanding. "I need your hot mouth on my nipples." The coach didn't have to be asked twice. He began sucking her beautiful tits while she ran her hands through his thick hair. They moved to a horizontal position on the bed with the coach still sucking, kissing, blowing on Carrie's nipples. Carrie lie next to Bret and lightly ran her fingernails up and down his legs, careful not to touch the brief or the organ inside of it. 

The coach could feel the precum oozing from his rock hard cock and he wanted to shoot it now, anywhere, but he allowed her to continue her magical massage. With increasing firmness she rubbed his body using her whole hand and fingers to squeeze his arms and thighs and shoulders. Bret was also caressing her back and ass while he continued to make love to her nipples. After what seemed like an eternity, Carrie pushed Bret onto his back and straddled him, pushing her tongue deep into his very receptive mouth. 

Her hand reached under his briefs and she began to stroke and rub his now aching and throbbing cock. Up and down the shaft she gently rubbed and teased. Then she reached down farther and massaged his balls. As she stroked and kissed Bret, she managed to slide his briefs off while at the same time easing out of her wet panties. Finally, they were both naked.

Then Bret turned the tables on Carrie and laid her on her back and once again started in on her nipples. He began to kiss her chest and lick at the sides and bottom of her sweet mounds. Again he used his tongue to circle her nipples as he allowed his lips to gently rub against them as if by accident. Occasionally she let out a quiet moan and then a gasp whenever the coach touched her nipples.

Her hips began to move rhythmically against his leg and he could feel the heat and wetness coming from her pussy. Then quickly Bret sucked in her whole left nipple. His tongue kneaded her nipple in his mouth and he teasingly bit softly with his teeth. His left hand grabbed her right nipples and pinched gently but firmly. She gasped louder and moaned, "mmmmmmmm yessssssssss, that feels so good, Coach.....yes...keep doing that."

He kept kissing and sucking and caressing her breasts, chest, neck and arms and slowly moved further down to where he could kiss he stomach. He wanted to go on with this for hours, but he also wanted a bigger prize: the taste of this increasingly hotter, wetter, very fragrant young pussy that was grinding feverishly against his naked hips.

Bret moved down further and positioned himself between her legs and began to kiss her calves and knees. Slowly he caressed her legs with his hands and moved his kisses further and further up the inside of her thighs. Her pubic hair, neatly trimmed and dark, was so wet it glistened in the soft light. All around her pussy it was already soaking wet and her clit was incredibly swollen.

Just as the coach was ready to dive in, Carrie interrupted him and said, "Tell me what you want, Coach. I wanna hear you say it."

Bret watched as Carrie closed her eyes and spread her legs wide. He kissed the back of her thighs right up to her ass. He could taste her juices on the side of her legs and her smell was irresistible. He knew she wasn't going to let him get any closer until he spoke, begged.

"Carrie, I want to taste your pussy," Bret said.

She moaned and said, "Keep saying it......keep saying it baby"

"I want to taste your hot, wet pussy." he repeated, actually starting to enjoy the dirty talk. Bret moved his mouth toward her lips and she held him back again.

"Say it again."

"Carrie......let me eat your pussy....I want my tongue in your pussy."

She moaned in approval, "Keep going....more."

He continued to kiss her legs getting closer and closer to her pussy lips and her mound. Bret rubbed her legs and hips with his hands.

"I want to suck in all of your wetness.....I want to suck your clit, baby." She was breathing so deep and heavy and a whimper was present with every exhale, but she kept talking back. "Oh Bret, do you really want me? Do...you...really...want my pussy?"

"God yes......let me stick my tongue in your hot, sweet, young pussy."

"I want you to have me...my...pussy. I want you to have it..."

He kept licking closer and closer eventually rubbing his tongue past her ass and to the base of her pussy. She moaned even louder and pulled her legs up, spreading them to give the coach full access to her pink, swollen pussy. Bret knew she was ready for him to enjoy the feast as she tried to pull his head further in between her legs. But he wanted to keep teasing her a bit longer. And, he was now thoroughly enjoying the dirty talk and knew Carrie was getting off on it too. Every time he spoke she acted like it was causing her pleasure, so he continued.




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"I'm gonna eat your pussy, baby...I'm gonna make you cum with my tongue...That's right, Carrie...I'm gonna make you come with my tongue in your pussy...I want you to come on my face."

He kept up the talk while he teased her. Occasionally he would lick at her pussy lips, but the coach was careful not to touch her clit...yet. Finally, the senior had had enough and so had the coach. He was desperate to plunge his tongue into her soft, silky, wet pussy. As she held her legs open Bret separated her lips with his fingers and began to lick and kiss all along the inside of her pussy and along the sides of her erect clit.

She had produced so much fluid that her legs and ass were now very moist and he could actually lap up what was pooling at the entrance to her pussy.

"Thank god for young pussy," he thought as he filled his mouth with the taste of her juices. He could feel his cheeks and chin were also now wet as well. Bret started gently at first, but increased the rhythm little by little, as he began to give attention to her clit. Every now and then he would pinch it a little between her lips. His tongue would slide along its length and probe between the folds.

As Bret licked at her clit he inserted one and then two fingers deep into her pussy. She moaned louder and shuddered. As his fingers worked inside and his tongue worked outside, she started writhing almost uncontrollably. Bret was reminded that his now, dripping with pre cum cock, was not going let him forget about it, as it was pulsating with the desire to plunge into her incredible body.

Bret would not give into it though, as he was determined to enjoy consuming this pussy as long as she could stand it. Now Carrie's breathing and moans were becoming more and more rhythmic rather than sporadic. She was seemingly getting close to climax. Bret took out his fingers and inserted his thumb so his fingers could also run across her ass to steady her. Bret took the heel of his other hand and placed it just above her mound at the edge of her pubic hair. He expertly applied just a bit of inward pressure and rubbed as he sucked her clit gently but firmly.

She let go of her legs but held them open while grabbing onto her tits. She started to yell in rhythm to her breathing while she pinched at her nipples and squeezed her tits. Her hips were grinding and humping so vigorously Bret could hardly stay with her as he increased the pressure on her mound and started to slide his thumb in and out of her sexy pussy.

Suddenly, she pushed the hand away that Bret had on her mound, pulled his head in tightly to her crotch and squeezed firmly with her legs on the sides of his head while resting her feet on his back. His nose was pushed against her clit but Bret kept rubbing and licking her as best he could and thrusting his tongue into her hole. Her hips were now convulsing so powerfully she was lifting her ass off the bed.

Her moans were not loud but were more intense, almost like grunts, as she ground her hips in his face. Bret reached up with his free hand and grabbed the first tit he could find.

It seemed like her convulsions went on for thirty or forty seconds before her body began to relax and her sounds were reduced to soft whimpers in rhythm to her short and rapid breathing. As she continued to wind down, she released her leg grip on his and Bret moved back. She laid there breathing as if she had just run a 100-meter dash, but she looked ever so beautiful. The candle light reflected off the shine of her slightly perspired face and her hair was tossed all about.

Her spent, naked body looked so incredibly sexy Bret could have cum easily just looking at her. He thought Pamela George was the most gorgeous high school girl he'd ever seen. He was now beginning to have second thoughts.

Bret moved up and lay next to Carrie and could feel her heart pounding rapidly. She took in a deep breath, sighed and smiled at him.

"Congratulations on getting to the finals, Coach," she purred.

He thanked her with a hot French kiss, and she mentioned that she loved tasting herself.

"I should get going," she said. "Dad probably needs someone to put him to bed."

"I'm glad you put me to bed first," the coach said, smiling.

"Anytime," the senior replied, grabbing her clothes and heading out the door. 



Coach's Conquests Ch. 24



The Lakeville-Valley Falls championship game, because it matched teams in the smallest classification in the state enrollment-wise, would be the first of four on Championship Weekend in the 15,000-seat Robertson Dome in Curtis.

The game would begin Friday at 4 p.m. The second game of the night would start at 7:30 p.m. On Saturday, title games would be played at Noon and 3:30 p.m.

Bret worked closely with Cindy early that week, making hotel and practice facility arrangements. On more than one occasion, she flirted and hinted that she'd like to share his room.

Get in line, he thought. Pamela George hadn't stopped e-mailing and calling him on his cell phone, leaving suggestive messages. Monique Sellars was coming around, too. So was her mother.

Carrie Kemp was distant, and the coach didn't know why. Perhaps she wouldn't even go to the championship game, although everyone else from Lakeville said they were making the 3-hour trip.

When Bret finally reached Pamela at home Tuesday night, she had all kinds of questions. She wanted to know where they were staying in Curtis. She wanted to know when they were arriving and when they were leaving. Bret informed her he'd be riding with the team on the bus Thursday; they'd be practicing in the Dome Thursday night and having a team dinner after the game Friday. He said he might go back and catch the end of the second championship game that night.

The team would be leaving after the dinner, which would put them home no later than on a normal Friday night. He would rent a car and come back after watching Saturday's championship games. Pamela made it clear that she wanted him Thursday, Friday and Saturday, or anytime he wanted her. He fought the urge to ask about her sexual relationship with Monique.

Lori Hayes, the Lakeville alum and now cheerleader at Norm Evans's college, also e-mailed and said she wouldn't miss the state championship game for anything. She hoped they could "chat," she wrote. 

Cindy Morgan's husband was going to be hunting, so she'd be going, she said. Would Kara be joining her, Bret inquired, and Cindy blushed. She was certain the coach didn't know about the Cindy-Kara sex fest that was occurring on a regular basis now.

"I'm not sure she's coming or not," Cindy said. "Depends."

Bret knew what that meant. If Cindy could have Bret, Kara wasn't coming. If she couldn't, Kara definitely was coming. And cumming.

A pep rally was held Wednesday night at the school gym. Bret was probably as "rah-rah" as he'd ever been. He didn't pretend it was just another game. He said it was a game that everyone who attended would remember for the rest of their lives. He said he was planning on winning and he was planning on riding in a victory parade down Main Street of Lakeville on Monday.

To that, the crowd roared its approval and spilled onto the gym floor to mingle and talk about travel plans to the state finals.

Bret called Pamela George that night. He wanted to get a feeling for the attitude at Valley Falls.

"We're going to win," she chided him. "And I'm going to have a victory fuck. I'm gonna console you while I'm fucking you."

Just the thought of fucking Pamela George again made Bret hard, but the thought of fucking her after a loss in the state championship game never crossed his mind.

"Let's plan on Saturday, OK doll?" the coach said. "I don't know if we'll both be in the mood Friday. At least one of us won't."

"I'm always in the mood to fuck you," the hot blonde said. "Let's just see what happens, k?" The coach was fine with that.

The team left for the title game Thursday, Monique on the bus in the seat directly behind Bret. They made small talk but there wasn't any sex talk -- too many managers and cheerleaders and players were within earshot. Monique did lick her lips once.

Bret couldn't wait until basketball season when he could attend the games, sit in the bleachers and watch Monique jump up and down in a short cheerleading skirt, her panties showing and her breasts pressing against the tight cheerleader top.

His thoughts of sex with the nasty cheerleader didn't last long. They had arrived at their destination. It was time to get down to the business of football. Or so Bret thought.

Each team playing Friday was allotted 45 minutes on the dome field for practice Thursday night. The Raiders were the first to take the field at 5 p.m. To avert potential spying, Valley Falls wasn't allowed in the dome until its time slot at 6:30 p.m. Bret's approach was very low-key on Thursday. It was more of a "get you familiar with the surroundings" type session. He wanted the players to know where the locker room was, what bench they'd be on, where the crowd would be.

"We don't want any surprises," he told a newspaper reporter after the session. "Obviously, it's not just another game, but we're trying to make it as close to one as we can."

The workout went well: The players got used to the artificial surface. Kicker Mike Dean booted several successful field goals and extra points. The coach hoped it wouldn't come down to Dean again but knew it very well could. Taking into consideration Lakeville had beaten Valley Falls 6-0 and 18-12, Bret knew it could be a very close contest.

The coach gathered the team around at the end of the session and had one more heart-to-heart talk. There would be a nice dinner that night and another nice meal Friday night, win or lose. After Friday's dinner, the bus would head home. If granted permission by a parent, players could stay and ride home with their parents.

Thursday's curfew was 10 p.m. -- no exceptions. For players anyway. The team left the dome and headed back to the hotel for dinner. Following dinner, Bret retired to his room to watch film. He didn't include the assistants much at all. He liked to be alone with his thoughts. Besides, he knew everything he needed to know about Valley Falls and his own Raiders. He thought one more look at Valley Falls couldn't hurt.

Then the phone rang. It was Cindy Morgan, who at the last minute had convinced her sister, Kara, to make the trip. Since they couldn't get a room at the same hotel as the team, they were staying a few blocks away. The sisters invited Bret over. He knew he shouldn't do it, but he thought he wouldn't sleep well anyway. After his session with the sisters, he slept like a baby.

They greeted him in their hotel bar and ordered up a round of drinks. Kara wore a peach dress, her long hair tied back, and heels that accented her legs. While it was chilly outside, it was warm enough to wear an outfit like that inside the hotel. Besides, Bret thought, the outfit wouldn't be on long anyway. Cindy, on the other hand, had the "Come fuck me, baby" look. She had on a red dress that was cut so low you could see almost see the tops of her nipples. It was so short that if she bent over her ass would definitely show. And while that dress was hiked up around her waist while she sat at the bar stool, no one seemed to mind, especially not Bret or Kara.

After two rounds of drinks, Cindy suggested they go back to the girls' room. They bought a bottle of the hotel wine and headed for the room, Bret hard just watching the sisters walk ahead of him. He'd had them both separately, now he was about to have them together. Once in the room, Cindy opened the wine and poured it into the hotel's plastic glasses. The trio toasted Bret and his team and then finished the wine within minutes. 

"What are we gonna do now?" Kara asked teasingly. "We're out of wine."

"Hmmm....," answered Cindy. "I can think of a few things." And she kissed Bret while they stood in the middle of the hotel room while Kara sat down on the king-size bed, crossing her legs sexily and dangling a heel with her toe. Cindy put her hand on Bret's jeans. She could feel his hard cock. She knelt down and unzipped his jeans saying, "There's no need to keep the little guy prisoner." Then she proceeded to take down the jeans and briefs and licked his cock. He thought he was going to cum then and there before his fantasy of having them both could come true.

He looked over at Kara, who was watching Cindy and Bret while caressing her breasts through her dress. Bret said, "If you come closer I could help you out with those."

Kara smiled, stood up, and sexily got out of her dress, leaving a matching peach bra and panty set. As he watched Kara strip, he was enjoying Cindy's mouth on his cock. Her sucking and licking his cock like a popsicle was a great sensation. She licked all around the shaft before taking it deep into her mouth. Her tongue worked on his cock like a hissing snake.

Cindy licked the head and put her tongue in his cock's eye as her lips wrapped around his massive rod. Then she moved her tongue up and down his pole and went down and licked his nuts with her hand firmly around his shaft. Cindy moaned as she licked her way back to the head of Bret's cock. Kara watched, pinching her nipples while slowing walking toward Bret. Cindy sucked Bret's cock like a melting ice cream cone, first nice and slow, licking every long hard inch of his stiff cone. Then she went wild, sucking it fast and hard, stopping to look up at him saying, "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want every last drop."

Holding her hair back he could watch his cock go into her sizzling mouth. He helped her by guiding his throbbing cock into her hungry mouth.

"Take it all, baby," he said to Cindy but while looking at Kara. "Suck this big cock. Lick it honey. Ger ready to drink this cum."

While Cindy continued to suck Bret's cock -- although not as ferociously now -- Kara moved close to Bret. She stood by him and they kissed. Bret took her breasts into his hands, telling her beautiful they were. Then he undid the front clasp and starting sucking them, biting her nipples, running his tongue all around her tits. Kara was moaning, saying how good it felt. Cindy was still licking on his cock, sucking it slow, and moving her tongue along the sides as her fingers were caressing his cock and nuts. As Kara's nipples were growing hard to match the hardness of Bret's cock, she was watching Cindy lick and suck Bret's massive rod.

Licking her lips, Kara said, "save some of that for me, sis." Hearing the word "sis" and knowing that these sisters shared everything and everyone nearly got Bret off right then and there. Bret moved to the bed and the threesome continued with all three lying in various positions on the bed. The coach moved one hand to rub Cindy's clit and the other to Kara's.

He could feel their hot juices flowing down his hands. Kara was more of a mover, moving her pussy to the rhythm of his hand, and she was also a moaner. Kara moved from Bret and lie on the floor, telling Bret to join her, but Cindy was not letting go of his cock. She was a starving little tramp. He moved to the edge of the bed and sat there while the girls' positioned themselves at the foot of the bed and continued their sex acts on the coach.

He guided his cock into Cindy's mouth once again and then moved in close to Kara's pussy. Soon he and Cindy were both using their tongues to fuck, Cindy tongue fucking Bret's cock and Bret tongue fucking Kara's sexy pussy.

Kara's pussy tasted so sweet, and he was hoping she would cum in his mouth, squirting her juices down his throat, just as he had planned to do with his own cum with Cindy.

As Bret was licking Kara's clit, he put two fingers inside her dripping pussy and two fingers in her tight ass. He started finger fucking her pussy and ass as he worked his tongue on her clit. She seemed to love this, moaning and thrashing her lower body. She was a loud one, screaming, "Fuck me, Bret. Oh yes! Fuck my hot pussy. Bury your fingers deep in my ass. Yes, that feels so fucking good!"

As Kara was screaming, Cindy was sucking his cock faster and harder. She had her lips wrapped so tight around his cock it felt like a virgin ass. He was not sure how much longer he could take feeling her tongue lick the head of his cock. He could feel her hands playing with his balls as she sucked his cock deeper and deeper. It was a wild ride, Cindy sucking him, him eating and tongue-fucking Kara. He told Kara he wanted to feel his cock in her hot burning pussy and then was going to fuck her and cum in her ass.

Cindy spoke up and said, "First you have to shoot your load in my mouth baby." Bret started fucking Cindy's mouth with his cock as Kara was taking her hands and pushing his face deeper into her hot burning pussy. She was screaming so loud he was afraid someone would call the hotel manager. It was like she had no control moving her body like a wild tiger. Bret felt his whole body going tense and he knew he was going to blow his load into Cindy's mouth.

He moaned, "Take it all, babe, suck every last drop of my cum," and then Kara said, "Suck it, Cindy, drink his massive load. Suck that big long throbbing cock. Do it, sis. Suck him harder."

As she was saying this she could feel her own body get tense. Her knees went weak. She screamed, "Oh yes, fuck yes, Bret, fuck me baby! Oh god, I'm cumming! Oh god, don't stop!" As she released what seemed like a gallon of juices all over Bret face and hand, Bret was releasing his own juices in Cindy hungry waiting mouth. It felt as if the whole room was spinning.

Cindy licked up every drop of his cum as he licked Kara's pussy. While Bret lapped at Kara's soaking pussy, Cindy finished licking the coach clean. Then she stood up and told Bret and Kara it was her turn to cum. The coach stood up, reached out, grabbed a handful of Cindy's hair and wrapped it around and around until it was tight to her skull, and pulled her against him. His mouth slashed down against hers and he began to lick and tease her lips and tongue, penetrating her warm mouth with enthusiasm.

Cindy moaned as she tasted her sister on Bret's lips. He slid his other hand up into her dress and cupped her breasts and felt her nipples, already hard and begging for attention. Pinching them firmly, he heard her moan with pleasure and felt her hands sliding down his stomach.

She cupped his balls in one hand and gave them a little squeeze while exploring his full erection with the other. He shivered as her finger passed over the little slit that was again oozing in anticipation. Pulling away from him, she lifted her finger to her mouth and looked right into his eyes as she licked the small drop of pre-cum off her finger.

Bret looked beyond Cindy to find the satisfied Kara standing there with her hands casually massaging herself. She pinched her own nipples and occasionally dipped a finger into her steaming pussy to keep her excitement at a high level.

"Let me help you undress Cindy," Kara offered, coming closer to her sister and greeting her with a sexy French kiss that immediately started the precum oozing out of Bret's cock once again. Naked Kara unzipped Cindy's dress and helped her out of it, but she didn't stop there. She helped her sister out of her bra and panties and the gorgeous beauties kissed again in front of the coach.

Bret approached Cindy and took her breast into his mouth and swirled his tongue around, teasing the nipple. He then nibbled softly, causing shocks of pleasure to course between Cindy's legs. While he devoted his attention to Cindy's chest, Kara continued to tongue-kiss her sister. She ran her hands lovingly up Cindy's legs, up to her sexy pussy.

Then Cindy pulled away from Bret and silently motioned for Kara to take her place. The sister obliged and tongue-kissed Bret even sexier than before. Getting on her knees between Bret and Kara, Cindy stuck her tongue into Kara's pussy and began sucking on her clit and running her tongue up and down the inside of her swollen lips, flicking and nibbling with increasing ardor.

Bret watched as Cindy reached between her legs and began playing with her own clit, pulling and stoking in a rhythm that matched the stroking of her tongue in Kara's pussy. His erection was bobbing against his stomach, now standing at complete attention, begging for Cindy's skillful mouth.

As if reading his mind, Cindy moved from between Kara's legs to begin caressing Bret's rod with her tongue. Long, slow strokes from the base of his throbbing member to the very tip sent shivers through his legs. Kara replaced Cindy's mouth with her hand, fondling herself fiercely while Bret continued to torment her breasts with his lips and teeth. 

Wanting desperately to feel the wetness between her legs, Bret replaced her hand with his own, stroking her clit firmly with his thumb while probing his finger up into her warm pussy. His finger glided easily into her soaking hole, and he added another and another until he had all four fingers shoved up inside her. The pressure of his invasion and the almost constant pressure on her clit sent Kara into a fit of passion.

She pulled him as close as she could with Cindy's head between their bellies and held his mouth and her breast as she pinched and twisted her other nipple firmly. Cindy, sensing Kara's impending orgasm, left Bret's cock to lean back between Kara's legs and began rimming her ass, poking the tip of her tongue in as far as the tight little hole would allow.

With the two invading her simultaneously, Kara whimpered her pleasure and went rigid as Bret felt the muscles of her pussy tightening and convulsing around his fingers. He could feel the juices of her orgasm flowing over his fingers and brought them to his mouth to taste her. Weak from her orgasm, Kara slid to the floor, pulling Bret with her. Kara lay on her back and positioned Bret on his knees over her head, his thick cock hung over her, the head grazing her lips.

She sucked it in eagerly. Cindy took advantage of his position and placed herself on her back in front of him, legs spread wide and held open her slick lips in invitation. Bret buried his face in her sweet-smelling snatch and sucked her clit. The hard little nub grew in size and became even harder at his rough handling. Cindy's moans could be heard throughout the hotel, Bret was sure, and she played with her own nipples arching her back with pleasure.

Changing tactics, Bret began teasing her pussy with long slow laps, beginning at her asshole and tracing his way to the tip of her slit. Her hips began to vibrate and roll in jerky movements of uncontrolled spasms of pleasure. Bret sucked in the slick product of her orgasm, savoring the taste. He felt the tightening in his balls grow as Kara took his cock all the way into the back of her throat.

His own hips began to thrust on their own, jamming his head right down Kara's throat and the combined pleasure of the two women beneath him made him dizzy with the need to cum. Hot spurts of his seed shot down Kara's throat. She swallowed convulsively as jet after jet made its way to her stomach.

Cindy screamed again as another wave of ecstasy washed over her and another flow of juices poured into Bret's open mouth. He pulled Kara from between his legs and rising on his knees impaled her tight pussy on his still hard erection. Grabbing her tits from behind he kneaded then mercilessly, all the while pumping into her with enough force to have her bouncing up and down on his cock.

Kara grabbed Cindy as she stood up and on each upward bounce licked her swollen pussy. Cindy bent over and watched between her legs as Bret fucked Kara and Kara ate her cunt. Her tits swung invitingly and Kara grabbed them and pulled at her nipples almost viciously her face buried in Cindy's pussy, now bobbing in rhythm.

Kara began moaning in earnest and Cindy quickly turned to lie flat in front of her. Watching Bret's dick pump in and out her sister's pussy, she began to suck Kara's clit into her mouth. Kara screamed her release and Cindy lapped up the pussy juice that ran down Bret's cock with fervor. Relinquishing her place on Bret's lap, Kara allowed Cindy her turn riding his straining erection. Kara knelt in front of the fucking couple and kissed Cindy thoroughly, swirling her tongue in Cindy's mouth, moving down her throat to her sister's sexy breasts and using one finger to stimulate Cindy's clit.




Coach's Conquests Ch. 24



Bret slid in and out of Cindy admiring the beautiful sight of the two sisters loving each other. Cindy's pussy grabbed his prick like a fist as her orgasm hit. Convulsing muscles tried to milk his cock and his balls tightened again with impending orgasm. Cindy leaped off his lap and both women took turns sucking his cock into their mouths while the other worked his balls with their tongue. Hot streams of cum jetted into the air only to be caught in greedy mouths.

They were covered in little splats of cum and took turns licking it off each other's breasts and bellies. Exhausted, all three stood and moved into the bathroom shower, bathing the remaining evidence of their lovemaking from each other.

Bret surveyed the two sisters thoughtfully as they smiled their satisfaction at him from beneath the water. He looked at the clock – it was 5 a.m. Gametime was just hours away.

Meanwhile, bummed that she couldn't find Bret in the hotel, Lori Hayes decided she'd go to the hotel bar and drink until she saw Bret come in to the lobby and head for his room. She took a strategic spot in the bar with the main doors of the lobby in full view and proceeded to get buzzed on hard drinks.

She had dressed for the occasion: tight jeans and a pink, low-cut top with matching bra. Her tan breasts were barely held in by the tiny top and bra. About an hour into her solo drinking, she noticed three pretty young girls in the spacious lobby, all sitting together on one of the lobby's larger couches. She recognized one as Monique Sellars, the sexy Lakeville cheerleader who Lori had been with earlier in the fall at the cabin at the

Barr Place, both alone and with Bret joining in.

She thought that wouldn't be a bad idea again tonight. She finished her drink and used the in-house phone near the bar to leave Bret a message, telling him in a sexy voice to please come to her room when he got in. She said there would be two surprises waiting for him there: one college-aged and one high school-aged.

Lori confidently strode into the lobby and up to the three cheerleaders, all dressed in shorts and sweatshirts. Monique was by far the prettiest and sexiest, but Lori admired the legs on another girl who was also wearing shorts.

Lori and Monique hugged and the high schooler introduced the college cheerleader to her cheerleader friends. The talk turned from the championship game to how Lori was cheering collegiately and how college cheerleading had caught on nationwide with contests and much exposure.

But soon, Lori grew weary of the talk. She wanted action, she needed action. She wanted Monique. And the senior's glances told her she wanted it, too.

Lori warned the girls that breaking curfew would prohibit them from cheering in the state championship game. And she lied by saying cheerleader scouts would be in the crowd along side the football scouts. What she really wanted were the other girls to go to their rooms so she could have Monique to herself.

As the four walked toward the cheerleaders' hotel room, Lori suddenly mentioned that she wanted Monique to look at some photos of Homecoming. Unsuspecting, the other cheerleaders continued to their room while Lori and Monique continued down the hall to Lori's room.

Once inside the hotel room, the cheerleaders engaged in a long French kiss. Soon after, Lori pulled her top up over her head, her breasts rising firmly and proudly in the tiny bra. Monique smiled, her tongue sliding over her lips as she saw the tops of Lori's tan breasts for the first time since their lovemaking with Bret at the Barr Place.

Lori unhooked her bra, letting it fall. Her jeans followed shortly thereafter, and she then hooked her thumbs in the lacy panties and pushed them to her knees. Gravity took over and they fell around her ankles. She stepped out of them and stood naked in front of her lust-filled cheerleader friend.

Lori approached the senior and their lips met. They parted and Monique's tongue was in Lori's mouth instantly. Lori sucked hungrily, passionately on it. Her hand found Monique's tits through the sweatshirt and at the same time Monique's hand found the inside of Lori's thighs.

Monique quickly undressed to only panties and allowed Lori to caress her nipples. Lori then took her nipple in her mouth, kissing it, sucking it and loving it. Monique parted Lori's pussy lips and began to finger her cunt with first one and then two fingers. Her fingers explored deep in Lori, sending waves of pleasure throughout the college woman. 

Lori had to touch Monique as she was being touched. While Lori sucked on her tits, her hand dropped down and hurriedly rid the senior of her lacy panties. She parted Monique's thighs eagerly. Lori's face rose back to Monique's and their mouths pressed together. She was finger fucking this high school cheerleader, and the high school cheerleader was finger fucking her.

Lori could feel her orgasm start to build. She could feel her cunt grow hotter and tighter with Monique's touch. Monique's fingers probed deeper in Lori as Lori's hips thrust against her hand. Lori's hand became covered with the incredible amount of pussy juice Monique was losing. Magically, they came at the same time.

They moaned and whimpered into each other's mouths as their cunts exploded on each other's fingers. Lori could feel Monique's nipples pressed into her tits, and Monique could undoubtedly feel Lori's in return. They kept each other high on their mutual orgasm, hips working together, pussies exploding together, lips and tongues pressed together.

And then they began to shift their position. Lori and Monique were laying side-to-side, able to devour each other's tits: biting, pulling, sucking, kissing them. Without a word or a signal, they were suddenly kissing each other's tummies, playfully licking each other's belly button. And then they took the final step. Monique's pubic hair tickled Lori's nose as Lori moved the last few inches toward her pussy. Lori could already feel the heat and smell her intoxicating oils. There was no hesitation now.

Lori's face was right at her pussy. Monique's was at Lori's. Lori gladly reached around her thighs and spread them. Monique's pussy opened up in front of Lori's mouth. Lori could feel her do the same to her. Lori's mouth covered her pussy and, like a lover, Lori began to French kiss it. Lori's tongue probed into the mouth of her cunt in the same way it had probed Monique's mouth seconds before.

Monique's tongue was exploring Lori's pussy, teasing and caressing her clit. Lori put a finger into Monique as Lori's mouth found Monique's clit and began to suck on it.

Lori felt two of her fingers slide into her, thrilling her. Then one of them was removed and Lori felt it press lightly at her ass.

Lori mumbled some sort of encouragement, muffled by Monique's pussy humping Lori's face. Lori felt Monique's finger break the seal of her ass and then Monique began to double fuck Lori with her fingers; one in her cunt and one in her ass. The triple stimulation of Monique's tongue and two fingers took Lori higher and higher. Lori took Monique's clit in her mouth, sucking it, licking and caressing it with her tongue. Monique's hips worked feverishly on Lori's face.

It was though they were both racing to see who could help the other cum first. Monique won. As Lori's orgasm washed over her, waves of incredible pleasure hitting her cunt, Lori's hips thrust hard against Monique's hand and face.

Lori tried to concentrate on pleasuring her but Monique's orgasm won out and Lori rose up, pressing her cunt hard down on her Monique's face. Monique's hands came up and grasped Lori's tits hard and Lori pulled at her own nipples trying to create every possible sensation of pleasure she knew her body was capable of.

Lori rubbed her freely flowing pussy all over Monique's face. Lori could feel Monique's tongue trying to catch every drop of her juices. In Monique's passion, she reached up and roughly grabbed Lori by the shoulders and pulled her back down to Monique's pussy. Monique's roughness was induced by the high schooler's need to cum, and Lori knew this.

As the college cheerleader was still gasping from her intense orgasm, her mouth once again found Monique's clit. Two fingers slid easily into Monique's saturated cunt. Lori licked. Lori sucked. Lori finger fucked her. Lori could feel Monique gripping Lori's hips, licking her ass, and Lori could hear Monique begin to moan more loudly.

Lori wanted to please Monique the same way the senior had pleased Lori, even more if that was possible. Monique's hips worked up and down to meet the thrusts of Lori's fingers. Monique's hips swiveled back and forth to enhance the actions of Lori's tongue on her clit.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" Monique was on the edge. Then she came for Lori. Her hips thrust up hard and froze. Lori could actually feel Monique's cunt muscles contracting around Lori's fingers. Monique's hot juice gushed out, coating Lori's hand.

Monique's clit hardened under Lori's tongue. Monique's breath came to a stop as she became frozen in time and pleasure. Then she simply melted into a limp body below Lori. Lori pulled her fingers from Monique and licked them clean. Lori turned back around and lie next to her, partially draped over her. Their tits met and their nipples kissed.

She gently kissed her cheerleader lover on the lips and both fell asleep. The ringing of the phone woke them up at 6 a.m. It was one of the Lakeville cheerleaders, looking for Monique.

"I'll make sure she doesn't get in trouble," Monique heard Lori say on the phone. "It was my fault. We were looking at pictures then we started watching a movie. We both fell asleep. If there's any trouble with the administration, just have them call me." 

By this time, Monique was dressed and ready to head out the door. Lori blocked her from doing so as she finished the conversation with the other cheerleader. When the phone was hung up, Lori shoved her tongue in Monique's mouth and the two kissed long and hard for several minutes. Then Monique scooted down the hall to her own room before anyone found out.



Coach's Conquests Ch. 25



By the time Bret returned to his hotel room and had retrieved Lori Hayes's sexy message, it was too late -- rather early -- to call her. He got a bit of sleep and placed a mid-morning call to her room, waking her up. Still horny from her session with Monique but wanting Bret's hard cock, she invited him down, but the coach opted out. It was championship day. She hinted that maybe they could hook up after the game, but Bret changed the subject to what happened with Lori and Monique the night before. 

"Your message said you had a high school surprise waiting for me," Bret said. "I assume it was Monique." 

The college cheerleader just said, "mmmmmmm" into the phone and then giggled. Bret fought the urge to go down the hall and fuck Lori Hayes. "We'll see about tonight," the coach said. 

As gametime approached, the coach became more and more nervous. He had played in big games in high school and college, but coaching was a different story. He was putting the game in the hands -- literally -- of 15-to-18-year-olds. One never knew what to expect. 

With the game scheduled to begin at 4 p.m., Bret gathered the team after a light noon lunch and went through a walkthrough in the parking lot of the hotel. Passers-by who didn't know what was going on must've thought these kids were crazy. It was cold outside, but there they were, in shorts and T-shirts, running plays even without a football. 

The walkthrough concluded at 2 p.m. when the bus pulled up. The equipment was loaded, and the players and cheerleaders followed. 

But this was no time for flirting with Monique, and the senior seemed to realize it. Everyone had their games faces on, even the large bus driver, who had reviewed the map to the Robertson Dome over and over, even though he'd driven the team there just the day before. This was not the time to get lost. 

It was a quiet locker room as the players and coaches prepared. There were hushed conversations between Bret and some of the coaches. Bret liked to be reminded of little nuances of the opponent, even though he knew most of them already. When an assistant coach reminded Bret of something he already knew, it reaffirmed to the head coach that his thinking was right on target. 

The team gathered around Bret for what would be the second-to-last pep talk in the locker room. After initial exercises and drills on the field, the team would again adjourn to the locker room for final verbal preparations. 

Bret had read and heard many fire and brimstone type speeches but never really bought into that philosophy. He knew he had two speeches left to give, so at this point he simply outlined what the team would do. 

"We'll head out, take our side of the field and go through our exercises and drills like we always do," he said. "Let's keep it simple. We're not changing anything now. We'll come back in here 20 minutes before kickoff." 

While the team went through drills with the assistant coaches, Bret surveyed the crowd. Monique Sellars was in her cheerleading outfit. Tamica Roberts and Carrie Kemp were among the student body rooters. Alumnus Lori Hayes was in attendance. Sisters Kara and Cindy Morgan were sharing a soda. Monique's mother, Michelle Sellars, had made the trip. Josh Barlow and girlfriend Sara were in the crowd. Pamela George was across the way on the Valley Falls side, she, too, in her cheerleading uniform. Clarence Kemp and his cronies were in the best seats possible. 

Bret turned his attention to the facility, the Robertson Dome at Curtis College. He'd been there before, and the scoreboard had always listed "Curtis" and "Guest." They had changed those tags for this game. Lakeville and Valley Falls. They would update the scoreboard for the teams in each of the four games this weekend.

Team banners of all eight teams participating in state final games hung from one end of the dome behind the goal posts. Large placards let rooters know where their section was in the seating area. 

Bret smelled popcorn and hot dogs. Both Lakeville and Valley Falls had brought their bands, and they were alternating playing songs. 

This was as big as it would get for Bret Harris and Lakeville High School. The coach looked at the score clock: 20:00, 19:59, 19:58 and counting. It was time to head back into the locker room for final instructions. 

All eyes were on the first-year coach as he addressed the team before its final game of the year. He thought about the rivalry with Valley Falls and how the townspeople wanted this win more than anything. He remembered Clarence Kemp hinting about throwing the last game of the regular season to keep Valley Falls out of the playoffs. 

Maybe Bret didn't hate Valley Falls enough. Maybe Pamela George had something to do with that. Yes, he wanted to win more than anything, but he wasn't going to fire up his team by trashing the opponent. He didn't care how big the rivalry was. 

His speech on this day was more calm and measured. "It's a long game," he said. "Forty-eight minutes. A lot can happen in a short time." 

The coach was trying to impress upon his team that a deficit or a lead could disappear in a short amount of time. "Don't panic if we get behind. Don't celebrate if we get ahead. Let's act like we've been in big games before. Because, the truth is fellas, we have."

And with that, the coach headed for the locker room door, his players close behind. Onto the dome floor the Raiders streamed; Valley Falls was already there; the Trojans had already been given their final instructions. 

Bret shook hands with the Valley Falls head coach near the 40-yard line as the Raiders made their way to the sideline. The waiting would continue. Player introductions, the National Anthem and other festivities would take place before kickoff. It seemed as if 4 o'clock would never come.

The scoreboard clock ticked down to 0:00 several minutes before the scheduled 4 p.m. kickoff. This gave the Public Address announcer plenty of time to welcome everyone to the game, talk about sportsmanship and introduce the players from each team. 

Since it was the first of two games, the National Anthem was played. In a show of sportsmanship and good will, bands from both schools marched onto the Robertson Dome floor and performed the National Anthem together. It wasn't the best performance on record, Bret thought, as he listened to the Anthem with his hand over his heart, but it was nice that Lakeville and Valley Falls could at least put their differences aside to perform the song together. 

Captains from both teams then met at the 50-yard line for the coin toss. Lakeville, as the higher seed in the playoffs, was designated the home team and wore its black jerseys and silver pants. Valley Falls was in white pants and white jerseys with black numbers and orange trim. 

Valley Falls won the coin toss and elected to defer its choice to the second half, meaning the Trojans would get the ball to begin the third quarter. The Raiders then chose to receive the ball to open the game. Bret didn't mind that result. He wanted to see what his offense could do against Valley Falls early in the game. He had an inkling the Raiders would be able to move the ball, but he was concerned over whether or not they could score. 

He gathered the Raiders around him one final time. 

"This is what you play for," he said over the din of the crowd and the noise of both marching bands. "This is why you lift weights all summer and sweat all fall. To play on this stage, in this game. Don't leave anything out there." 

After one of the longest weeks of his life, it was finally time. Game time. The referee blew his whistle, and the Valley Falls kicker made the run forward and booted the ball down the middle of the field. It was finally under way. 

And for all of the buildup to this game, it was a complete bust. Valley Falls was simply overmatched. 

Lakeville took the opening kickoff and drove 63 yards for a touchdown, mixing running and passing plays. They scored on an 8-yard run. Mike Dean's extra point was straight and true. Lakeville 7, Valley Falls 0. 

The Trojans were unable to muster a first down before they lined up to punt. The punt was promptly blocked by four Lakeville Raiders and returned for a touchdown. Dean's extra-point kick made it 14-0. Barely 5 minutes had elapsed. 

The next time Lakeville had the ball, a drive stalled at the Valley Falls 10. Bret had mixed emotions. He wanted another touchdown, but he also wanted another chance for Mike Dean to kick a field goal. His 27-yarder would've been good from 45 yards. Lakeville 17-0. 

Bret tried to focus on the game, but the scores of all of the Super Bowls that had been blowouts kept running through his mind. A huge fan of the National Football League, the coach couldn't help but picture in his mind: 

Los Angeles Raiders 38, Washington 9 

Chicago 46, New England 10 

San Francisco 55, Denver 10 

Dallas 52, Buffalo 17 

Was this going to be a blowout like those games? Was the biggest game in the history of this school going to be virtually over by halftime? 

With time running down in the second quarter, Valley Falls showed some life. The Trojans marched to the Raider 17, but a sideline pass was intercepted and returned 90 yards for a Lakeville touchdown in the closing seconds. Mike Dean's extra point made it 24-0 at halftime. 

Bret Harris was speechless at halftime. It was obvious to all in attendance that Lakeville was better prepared and more skillful than Valley Falls -- at least on this day. This was truly a team coming together at the end of the season when it mattered most.

The coach pleaded with his players at halftime to not be complacent. "We're certainly not going to run up the score like some of the people in the crowd would like," Bret said. "But we're not going to let them back in it. Play hard, play smart and play together. Do that and everything else will take care of itself." 

On the way back to the field, Bret was interviewed by a radio station carrying the game live. He was asked about the first half and, more importantly, about the second half. 

"We played about as well as we could play in the first half," he said, shaking his head. "And I think Valley Falls came out nervous. We know they're not going to give in. They're too good of a team to do that." 

The coach gathered his players around him before the second-half kickoff. He reminded them one final time, "No let up. No let up," he said. "Twenty-four more minutes of Raider football and the championship is ours." 

A roar went up from the sideline. Bret Harris didn't have to worry about his team letting up. Every single one of the players had been coached by their fathers all season long -- all of their lives for that matter -- that when Valley Falls was the opponent, there was no mercy. 

The only suspense surrounding the coach the second half of the championship game was at what point would the players carry out the traditional dousing of the coach with the bucket full of Gatorade?

The final score: Lakeville 38, Valley Falls 0. 

After the team had finished its initial celebration, they lined up single file to go through the line and shake the hands of their opponents. For the third time this season, Lakeville players went through the line, shaking the hands of their Valley Falls opponents, mumbling something like, "Nice game," and then returned to their bench to continue the celebration of the school's first state championship. 

Bret Harris spent some time with the Valley Falls coach, an older gentleman who had nothing but praise for the Raiders. 

"You left no doubt," the Trojan coach said, shaking Bret's hand. "Three times in one season, and this was the most convincing. You deserve it. We'll see you next year." 

The trophy presentation came next. The Lakeville seniors accepted the trophy and state championship banner. Bret and some of the key players were interviewed by the radio station and several newspapers. Even a TV station got an interview with the victorious coach. 

Since the field had to be cleared for the next game, Curtis College had set up a reception area adjacent to the field. That's where fans of state champions waited to greet the players. The band played the fight song one final time. 

Before allowing his team to greet its well wishers, Bret ushered the Raiders into the locker room for the last time. He congratulated them on an outstanding season and especially on an outstanding effort in this game. He reminded them to be gentlemen and to win with class and dignity. He thanked them for helping him be a champion.

Then the Raiders adjourned to the reception area where they were greeted by parents, grand parents, friends and relatives. 

Clarence Kemp was one of the first to greet Bret, shaking his hand firmly. "You've brought pride to this town," the banker said. "You've put us on the map." 

Bret smiled and made his way through the crowd, greeting everyone who came his way. He listened to several whispered propositions for sex that came from just about everyone the coach had been with that season. He didn't commit to anyone -- he wanted to see what kind of mood his prize from Valley Falls was in. 

Bret excused himself and ventured into the Valley Falls locker room to congratulate the Trojans. None of them harbored ill feelings toward the coach. The quarterback who Bret could've gotten kicked off the team early in the season again thanked Bret for not turning him in. 

After the coach had spoken to several of the Trojan players, he made his way back onto the floor of the dome where the participants of the next game were warming up. That's where he saw Pamela George. 

She was smiling as she approached Bret, still in her sexy cheerleading uniform. He wasn't sure how the senior would take the loss. 

"What can I say?" she said, smiling. "You kicked our ass big-time." 

Bret smiled and apologized for the one-sided score. 

"Ah, it's ok," she cooed. "It could've been a lot worse. You let up on us there at the end." 

"So what's your plan?" the coach asked. 

"You mean you wanna spend some time with a cheerleader from the losing team?" Pamela asked. 

"As a matter of fact, I do," the coach replied. 

"Well, there's a problem," she said. "I told my parents I'd be home on the bus. I thought if we won, you'd be too pissed to wanna be with me and I thought if you won you'd wanna celebrate with your own people. I didn't get a note." 

"Call you parents on your cell and tell them you're staying with a friend," Bret said. 

"What about the note?" Pamela asked. 

Bret scoured the dome floor and found a tournament program. Pamela, smiling, handed him a pen from her purse. 

While the coach wrote "Pamela will be riding home with her parents Friday night," he said, "What's your dad's name." 

"Jim," Pamela answered. 

The coach signed the note, "Jim George." 

"Everyone thinks I'm staying across town," Bret said, "but I'm really just across the street at The Lodge in Room 208. I have a team dinner. I should be back there in a couple hours." 

"See you then," the Valley Falls cheerleader said, smiling. 

Bret returned to his gathering, and shortly thereafter, the team went to dinner. He managed to hold off all-comers, even Lori Hayes, who said she understood he was busy and would look him up on Thanksgiving. 

"Deal," Bret said. "Thanks for coming and thanks for letting me off the hook tonight." 

The coach made deals with just about everyone else who wanted his cock that night. It was reserved for the blonde from Valley Falls, who he had fallen for way back in September at the lake near Rusty Barr's cabin. 

After the team dinner, Bret made sure the bus was on its way home, and then he headed across the street to The Lodge, a rustic hotel that didn't get used a lot since the newer chain-type hotels had taken over the strip. 

The coach barely had a minute to relax in the privacy of his room when the knock he was expecting happened. 

He opened the door, and there she was in all her beauty -- Pamela George, makeup perfect as if the game hadn't yet begun. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail held by a scrunchy. She was still in her cheerleading uniform nearly three hours after the game had ended. She knew Bret liked cheerleaders -- for all he knew she had changed, showered and changed back. Her makeup was perfect -- her dark red lipstick wasn't too heavy. In fact, it was just right. He knew she'd leave some of that on his cock before the night was over.

She had an overnight bag over her shoulder and her breasts, as always, were pressing against her tight cheerleader top. Her skirt was as short as possible and Bret imagined the white panties under the skirt. He didn't have to imagine for long. 

The doll dropped her overnight bag and pulled out a bottle of champagne. She smiled. 

"How many times does Valley Falls get to the state finals?" she asked. "And in my senior year, too."

The coach just smiled. 

"And how many times do my friends from Lakeville win it all?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "This is definitely cause for celebration." 

She approached the coach, who was sitting in a chair near a round table with a lamp. She sat on his lap, facing him. 

"Congratulations to you, coach," she purred. "How do you want me?" 

"I want you every way I can have you," he responded as they began French kissing. Between swaps of spit, he moaned, "I want you in this outfit. I wanna fuck my sweet cheerleader. Then I wanna see what else you have in that bag."

The night became a sex fest between the two. Pamela stripped for him and then put the cheerleading outfit back on and let Bret take it off. She modeled lingerie and a special white bikini. They mostly kissed and dressed and undressed for the first hour. They finished the first bottle of champagne and Pamela opened a second.

"God, I'm ready to fuck you," the Valley Falls senior said. And with that, she went into the bathroom and came out a moment later in a sexy peach thong. Her tits were held up by nothing. She kneeled as Bret stood by the bed and slid his briefs off for good. 

Then Pamela stood up, facing Bret and grabbed hold of his cock and began a massage with slow, light strokes. As her fingers rubbed down over his balls, his cock seemed instantly to spring to life. Her hands felt so good on him as Bret watched her work. She pushed him back onto the bed, which by now had no blankets.

She smiled, grabbed the champagne glass, and held it over Bret's hips. His eyes opened wide as he realized she was about to pour some of the champagne on him. She slowly tilted the glass and drizzled the cool liquid over Bret's stomach and hips. Pamela then poured it onto Bret's balls and his cock.

She started massaging the champagne into him. He felt like he might cum if he continued to watch so he laid his head back on the pillows and closed his eyes in ecstasy.

Pamela poured the entire amount remaining in her glass on him and then just rolled the glass off the bed. She moved further down to where she could reach his cock with her mouth. She held his cock so gently at the base and began by licking the side of his shaft with the tip of her tongue. 

"Mmmm" she said softly, "I told you I love champagne." The coach of the state champions just smiled. She smiled back at him for a second and then returned to her prey: his now throbbing, twitching manhood. She licked his balls and his legs and his stomach, everywhere the champagne had splashed and then slowly worked her way back to his cock.

After some additional massage she worked him into her mouth, a little at first and then more and more until his whole length was deep in her oral cavity. Her lips were tight against him as she sucked hard, and her tongue worked inside her mouth to stimulate him further. Her fingers massaged his balls and his crotch while she sucked him into her mouth over and over.




Coach's Conquests Ch. 25



He knew he couldn't stand much more of this before he would explode. Her action was intense but not steady or rhythmic. As he felt he was nearing his orgasm, he reached down and put his hand on her head to guide her. She took his clues and started sucking and stroking him with an intense but slow rhythm. His hips began to move with her tempo. 

"Oh Pamela, I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum..." 

With that she stopped her stroking and grabbed his cock halfway up and closed her grip tight on him. She continued to suck, lick and kiss the head as she waited for him to fill her mouth with his warm juice. He could feel his muscles convulsing and his cock twitching even before the actual ejaculation began. He began to moan as the intensity built. Her tight grip around his cock felt so good, almost as if she was holding his orgasm in and preventing the spasms from moving into his cock.

His balls and his loins ached with the desire to let go the flood of cum he sensed was there and ready to go. She moved her hand down just a bit and released her pressure ever so lightly. That was all he could take.

"Ahhhhhhh," he heard himself utter without control. Every muscle below his waist seemed to be jerking violently as he thrust his hips upward trying to follow the force of the orgasm. The spasms came in waves as he could now feel that with each convulsion his cum was shooting out. He opened his eyes and watched Pamela as she made love to his cock.

Her tongue rested on the head, her mouth was open anticipating the stream of pearly fluid spurting out. He watched as she directed his shots, first into her mouth and then onto her lips. A third hit her chin and then her nose. He only wished he could keep shooting as he would have loved to coat her face completely.

Pamela wrapped her fingers around his twitching rod low at the base and squeezed up toward the tip, forcing every drop of semen out. With each stroke of her hand a little more would surface, and she sucked it all down.

Now it was his heart pounding through his chest as his body went limp in exhaustion. Pamela let go of his manhood and cuddled up next to him, her face still smeared with cum. He pulled her to him and kissed and licked her face and chin -- tasting himself -- until it was clean. He remembered thinking how good her body felt next to his. 

Bret reached for the champagne bottle, and they both had a drink from the bottle, their champagne glasses on the floor somewhere. 

"I still want to feel you inside me," she quietly whispered. He smiled as he felt his cock twitch in reaction.

"You will," he simply replied, and he put the bottle down and began to kiss her stomach and chest. He then fondled her breasts and alternated sucking on each nipple. Then just moments later his cock was rock hard again, and he couldn't wait to get it inside of her. 

Bret moved on top of her with his hips between her now open legs. He supported himself on his arms while he rubbed his cock on the outside of her pussy. Already her lips were wet and soft, and he felt that he would easily slide into her should he try. Not yet, though. He kept up rubbing the outside against her clit until she was once again breathing hard and fast.

He ran the full length of his cock along her clit several times, from the tip all the way until his balls were pressed against her. Like a violinist bowing across the strings of his instrument, he rubbed, changing pressure and tempo several times. 

Finally Pamela reached down and grabbed his now wet cock and guided the tip to the opening of her cunt. Without hesitation or warning he surprised her by thrusting hard, fast and deep into her. She gasped out loud and he pressed as hard and as deep as he could. She seemed not to take another breath for 20 or 30 seconds.

When she finally started breathing it was labored and rapid at first, and she couldn't make a sound. That changed soon when he started to pump her with long, slow strokes. She started to groan and grunt her words with each push he made into her. 

Slowly but steadily he increased the tempo, and as he did, he began to make a circular motion with his hips on the way in. He was pumping and grinding her with steady, hard strokes. With each stroke she was lifting her hips to his and grinding with him.

Bret couldn't believe how sexy she looked with her tits jiggling in rhythm to the action and her face glowing with an expression of lustful enjoyment of the sensations. 

He had wanted to fuck her since the first time he saw her at the beginning of the football season. He had enjoyed lusting after her in her sexy bikini. He had enjoyed taking a towel off of her in his house. He had loved fucking her in his bed. But something about tonight, this night, had him so hot for the senior from Valley Falls.

He continued to fuck her hard for what seemed like several minutes at which point she lifted her legs off the bed and placed them on his shoulders. He pushed himself forward a bit so he was now completely over her and she was almost folded in half at the hips. He could now reach down with his lips and kiss her.

She sucked so hard on his tongue he thought she would rip it out, but within seconds, as he again ground himself deep into her, she let out a scream and jerked her hips. So violent again were her contractions that he didn't know whether he would be able to keep balanced in that position. 

Every time he thought her shaking was about to stop, she'd let out another yell and start to grind her hips violently again. This happened three or four times before she finally relaxed and lifted her legs off his shoulders. 

He laid down on her and wrapped his arms around her. His cock was still in her pussy, still hard and anxious to explode. He loved the feel of her tits on his chest. Slowly he started to pump her again and she whimpered in reaction. 

"Am I hurting you?" 

"NO....it feels good.....keep going....keep fucking me 'til you cum." 

Her dirty talk really turned him on, and he began fucking her in earnest, hard and fast. He sat up on his knees and lifted her hips off the bed and pounded his meat into her. She started to sound as if she might cum again. He kept at it until his back and arms were too tired to continue so he pulled out of her and rolled her over onto her stomach. He straddled over her ass and entered her pussy from behind.

She yelled out again but he didn't stop this time. He laid her down on her back with his legs on the outside of hers. With her legs closer together her pussy was so tight. The feel of her cool ass on his hips was an amazing sensation. He buried his face in her neck and blonde hair, the same blonde hair that was styled so nicely hours ago in preparation for the state championship game.

Now it was out of her scrunchy and flying all over the place. 

"Oh yes!" he moaned as he fucked her and fucked her from behind. Then with three final hard shots he was there. "Oh God, Pamela," he moaned as he felt his balls aching. The muscles in his groin erupted in a fury. He yelled as the waves of orgasm ejected his cum deep into her stomach. He pushed hard against her, his cock twitching inside. He felt like his 8 inches was now 11 as blood in his head rushed to his dick, making him feel like he was about to black out.

He held himself in her for several minutes. Pamela rolled over to face him and as she did, he rolled onto his back, exhausted and sweating. She mounted him and reinserted his cock into her pussy now literally dripping with her fluids and his. She breathed lightly on his face to cool the beads of sweat on his brow. He closed his eyes and exhaled. 

Pamela rested her head on his chest and lie on top of him until his cock went completely limp and fell out of her. Then she quietly lay next to him gently stroking his arms and chest with her fingers. 

"That was great, coach," she said, smiling. "Really great. Great season, too. When does basketball season start?" 

THE END...FOR NOW