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Coached

By: Adso67



My senior year in high school was truly a great time for me. I was eighteen years old and the star forward on my basketball team. Ranked the number two player in the whole country, I was on my way to the top college basketball program, on full scholarship and was already promised a starting position in my freshman year! Not only that, my grades were perfect, everybody in town loved me and I had this beautiful (and sexy) girlfriend who was willing to walk to the ends of the Earth for me. Yep, everything was going great that year; all I had to do was ride the wave of celebrity until entering school.

Our season started in late fall and our schedule for that year was pretty easy because my high school was playing mostly mediocre teams. I guess I would have liked to have been in a better league that provided more challenging opponents for my teammates and I. Not to sound too vain but I was pretty damn good and most of the players I went up against couldn’t even hope to have a chance of stopping me. Just to make the games fair, I would slow my game down or concentrate on getting members of my squad the ball so they could shoot and develop their skills. But I never gave myself any slack and would take every opportunity I had to practice; I wanted to get to college and really impress people with my game. 

My devotion to the sport meant that I would often spend more time with a basketball than I did my family and friends. I suppose my work ethic was particularly hard on my girlfriend Michelle, who loved me dearly but often took backseat to my game. She was great though; I mean, she really understood how much basketball meant to me and I don’t think she ever felt jealous or short changed. I’d try to make every effort I could to spend time with her which meant going to the movies, eating dinner together and of course, fucking. 

I can remember when we first got together both of us were really shy and hardly even made physical contact with one another. She was the first, and only, person I ever had sex with and I’m pretty sure she never had been with anyone either. But as our relationship developed over our high school years, we loosened up and by my senior year I would have to say that we were quite an adventurous peer when it came to intimate matters. Michelle and I went through every position in the book, weren’t afraid to use our mouths and we had begun what one could call " mutual anal exploration ". I thought that was the best thing of all being - able to stick my finger, tongue, dick, nose…. whatever, into her butt. But our anal escapades, if you will, weren’t contained to her bottom; I loved it when she would give me rim job or would finger me when we were fucking. It was all good just as long as we were both having fun. 

I suppose my sort of sexual philosophy in which I would do anything for pleasure extended to other areas too. I had never been with another girl other than Michelle but admittedly, I looked forward to college girls. And, deep down in my mind, I always found the idea of being with a guy something that I would consider. I mean, I was raised in a fairly small town, that was dominated by rather conservative values that didn’t look to kindly on gays. 

Growing up, homosexuality was an object of ridicule for me and my friends but I think that was based more on misinformation and fear, rather than religious or moral convictions. There were a couple of openly gay and lesbian students at my school who were constantly teased for being who they were. I never participated in any of it though; I didn’t stick up for them either but I secretly admired them for sticking to who they were in the face of such ignorance. Of course I would never voice this opinion in public and I certainly didn’t want to make it known that I might be bisexual. First of all, that might have alienated me from my teammates, which was something that I didn’t want. Second, when you live in small community, whatever actions you take are not only reflected on you but on your friends and family. I certainly could not put those that I cared for in that position. So, for me, although I looked forward to those college girls, some part of my being also looked forward to those college guys…

Towards the end of our season, I started to have a series of muscle injuries. They weren’t serious, but required me to go in for a number of physical therapy sessions. I was given a specific exercise regiment that was supposes to loosen me up and prevent things like muscle spasms, pulled hamstrings and such. Like I said, these weren’t career threatening problems but could, in the future, be minor annoyances that would cost me time that could be spent practicing or playing a game. Part of my regiment was exercise (running laps, weight training, etc.) and I also had to work with a physical trainer who would rub me down, test my agility and so forth. Everybody watched me closely to see how I was doing, especially my coach.

Now my coach, John Thompson (whom everyone called Coach Tom) was a great guy. He looked out for all his players and would spend all of his time attending to our needs, whether is was a walk-on freshman player who needed help with his jump shot or me, who was going on to a college career. I liked him for the fact that he treated me like everyone else, just another player on his team. Coach Tom was a brilliant coach who could probably get a position in college program or even work in professional leagues. But I think he really enjoyed working with high school kids and everybody was happy to have him. 

The curious thing though is, nobody really knew much about his private life. Yes, he lived in town, he had played some college ball but beyond that he was a mystery. He was about 45 years old and grew up somewhere along the East Coast. But nobody questioned him though because he was always there at public activities and was usually available anytime anybody needed him. Tom didn’t have a wife or any one else to speak of and we never saw him go out on dates or even mention friends, family or any other intimate acquaintances. But like I said, no one bothered him because he did his job and did it well.

One day I was practicing alone in the gym when I had developed soreness in one of my thighs. I tried to walk it off, then stretch if off, but it didn’t seem to work. It didn’t worry me much, but I decided to find Coach Tom and see if he could offer any advice. I found him in his office studying the playbook and told him of my problem. 

He asked me a few questions, told me to jump a bit but couldn’t find an immediate solution to the problem.

"Well, I suggest you rub your leg down with some Ben-Gay or something. And you should probably make an appointment with your trainer… see what he has to say. "

"Alright, " I told him. " Um, do you have any cream lying around? I left mine at home. "

He retrieved a tube of hot/cold cream and handed it to me. " You now, I did some physical therapy work in college. Um, do you want me to rub you down? "

I didn’t see anything wrong with that; being an athlete made me grow accustomed to being around other guys in these situations. I agreed and we went out into the locker room where we had a massage table and got down on my back. I was wearing my basketball shorts so there was no need to get into a towel or anything like that. 

Coach stood over me, applied a glob of cream to my leg and gently massaged it into my leg. I felt the warmth of the stuff work it’s way under my skin and the vapors clung to the hairs in my nose. I always thought the cream had a sort of relaxing quality so I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of relief while Tom continued to work his hands around my thigh.

"How does that feel?" he asked.

"Hmm, good coach."

His voice was set at almost whisper. "You know, I think you’re really going to do good in college. I’ve seen a lot of kids with half your talent make it in school and even the NBA."

"Ha, NBA? No man, I can’t even think that far. " I replied. 

He slapped my thigh, signaling that I turn over. I got on my stomach and he resumed the massage.

He spoke again. " No, I think you have the talent. I mean it’s good that you have the focus to not set your goals too high but I really think you’re the real deal."

"Thanks coach. I hope so. "

His hands work their way up the back of leg and to the base of my ass. He dug in a little deeper and had located the source of my muscle pain. I let out a moan. Again, the placement of his hands wasn’t unusual; I got full body rub downs from trainer all the time. 

We heard a noise from the hallway and Coach jumped. I thought this was a little odd.

"Everything alright Coach? " I asked.

"Yea, the sound just caught me off guard. " And he returned his hands to my leg. 

Again, a little strange. " Caught him off guard ", why?

Tom worked his hands up to the bases of my ass again. His fingers were gripping my thigh and they weren’t to far from my dick. Okay, this was getting a little uncomfortable so I shifted a bit. But he went back to the same position and more than that, his one hand was even closer to my penis than before. I started to sweat; I didn’t know what to do. I mean, it could have been an innocent gesture on his part and if I did or said anything, it might make him uncomfortable and send the wrong message. If on the other hand he was trying anything… I didn’t even know what I’d do then. 

His one hand remained close to my dick, so close he must have felt my pubic hair. He then worked his other hand up and on to my ass. I just froze as he rubbed himself on my rear and then he fingers got a close to my crack… I jumped.

"What’s going on? Is everything all right? Did I hurt you? ". There was an air of nervousness in his voice. 

I stood up and faced him. His eyes were wide open and his face was flush. I could see that his hands were trembling slightly. I don’t know but this just scared me. 

"Um, Coach, I’m feeling better. I… I’ve got to go… study… at home. Thanks though. Bye. "

"Alright, " he said, seemingly gaining his composure. " I’ll see you at practice tomorrow morning. Bye. "

I got the hell out of there as fast as I could. I grabbed my stuff but didn’t bother changing. It was only until I was in my car that I had to time to breath and think about the situation.

I thought to myself: " What happened in there? What was he doing? I mean, it’s Coach; he would never do something like… like that to me. "

Driving home, my thoughts were still as erratic. Then I starting thinking about how little I knew about the man. If he had a wife or girlfriend things would have been different; then I could say: " The man is straight, he was just doing his job. He likes girls. ". 

But then I started thinking: " But I don’t know anything about him. He doesn’t have a girlfriend or a wife or whatever and for all I know he could be gay. But I have a girlfriend and I would consider being with a guy so maybe what coach and I did was to him a prelude to something else. " The thought that I may have had the opportunity to be a with a guy frightened me. I just wasn’t ready.

I got home and flew up to my room without saying a word to my parents. Falling back on the bed, I stared at the ceiling searching for calm thoughts in my head. That’s when an image of Tom appeared in my mind: I pictured him standing over me, rubbing my leg with his hands. Then I felt him work up to my ass, kneading it with his fingers. Lying there on my bed, an erection began to form in my pants. Instinctively I reached down and grabbed it, working my dick until it was fully hard. Thinking about Coach some more, I pulled my shorts off and released my cock. Again I pictured him, but this time he was naked; I imagined his dick was big and his balls were huge. And then I could just see myself gripping his shaft, pulling it with my hands.

I got up from my bed and stood over the trashcan, pumping my cock. There was a certain kind of excitement within me that stemmed from the fact that I was fantasizing about a guy that I knew, a guy that I could conceivably have sex with. The feeling was a mixture of fear and curiosity that… it made me shake. It was just too much and I shot a load out of my dick. 

I took it easy that night and stayed in. Weighing heavy in mind was the thought of how I was going to face my coach while dealing with the reality of the situation: which that I had a crush on Tom. 

The next morning I woke up feeling refreshed. All of yesterday’s events seemed like a distant memory that I didn’t have to worry about any more. I ate my breakfast and headed for early morning practice, resolving to face Coach Tom and act like nothing happened. 

I arrived at practice a bit early; only a few of my teammates were there so far. The Coach wasn’t on the court yet and I figured he was still in his office. I headed back to the locker room and to tell the truth, lost some of the confidence I had built up earlier. Standing in front of my locker, I started to change. When it got time to remove my underwear and slip into my basketball uniform I nervously looked around, checking to see if Tom was near. I quickly put on my clothes and headed out to the gym; there were a few of my teammates changing as well and we greeted each other. As I was about to exit the locker room I heard my name called out and I froze, recognizing the voice as belonging to Tom.

I turned around and he hurried over to me. In a hushed voice he said. " Look, about yesterday. I realized why you left and I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention to…. "

I interrupted. " Coach, it’s no problem. We just had a misunderstanding that’s all. "

"Well, I just want you to know that I didn’t, " And with this part he lowered his voice so I could barely hear him. " mean to touch you like that. I just thought that’s where you hurt. "

"Okay, " I said, trying to hurry the conversation up. " if you want to talk later about this, let’s meet after school ."

Tom looked at me in funny way. " Oh…. Okkkay. After school then. "

What the hell had I just done? I just suggested to meet a guy who had tried to get into my pants, alone. What kind of message was I sending?

The whole day I was tense; I couldn’t concentrate on my classes and I ignored all my friends. Finally, like a death toll, the school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Walking like I was in my own universe, with kids moving swiftly all around me, I slowly made my way to the gym.

Our school clears out pretty quickly except for the teachers who usually remain in their offices and then make their exits to go home. The locker room was silent, you could hear a pin drop. Like I was in a trance, I moved toward the coach’s office. I knocked on the door and Tom opened it.

"Uh, hi. " He said. " Ah, do you want to come in or we could talk outside? "

"Your office is fine. " I replied.

We went into his office and I say down. I think by habit, Coach closed the door. He sat down and we faced each other silently. I let my backpack drop to the floor and slumped down in my chair and spread my legs. Tom looked down at my crouch and shifted in his chair, trying to look away. Embarrassed, I straightened up and folded my hands in my lap, covering up my crotch. The fantasies I had about him the previous night came back and I could feel the blood rushing to my face.

Tom cleared his throat and spoke. " Look, um. I think what happened last night was a mistake. I, ah, don’t know what happened to me. If I thought you were going to um, be offended I would have never have done it. I’m really sorry. I just thought that maybe I… "

I was a bit confused. This morning he told me he touched me because he thought I was hurting now. Now, his story seemed to change as if he knew what he was doing and his intentions went way beyond just trying to help me out.

"Look coach. I, uh, understand and don’t want this to affect our relationship in any way. I know you weren’t trying to, uh, do anything to me… so it’s all right. "

He looked up from his desk and gave me a weak smile. I felt sorry for him: I mean, he was probably scared shitless about losing his job or worse. I reached over and patted him on the knee. Again he smiled and placed his hand on top of mine and left it there. We both just sort of stared at one another as we held hands. Tom began to caress my hand softly and I, in turn, began to rub his knee. The situation went from awkward to downright scary and I started to shake. 

At first coach smiled at me and then, very slowly he leaned forward. I didn’t make any attempt to move away… I don’t know if I was just too scared or I wanted something to happen. His face got close and he kissed me on the lips. I could feel his stubble against my chin and his hot breath on my face. I opened my mouth a little and started to suck on his bottom lip. Tom stuck his tongue out and ran it across my teeth. With my free hand I reached around and pulled his head closer to mine. This situation was definitely getting hot: we made out more furiously and my cock began to rise in my pants. 

The hand that still gripped his leg worked itself up into this inner thigh. I got near his crotch but didn’t touch it but that didn’t matter, Tom started thrusting his hips and I knew he must have a hard-on. We released and looked at each other while catching our breaths. I was so scared but at the same time so excited; I began to rub my dick through my pants.

Tom spoke while eyeing my crotch. " This isn’t right; we can’t do this. "

"I’m 18 Coach. I can consent. I think I want this. " I replied.

"But don’t you understand? I could loose my job. "

I made the commitment. " I won’t say anything coach, I swear. " 

I wouldn’t either. Whatever scandal it would cause would be just as bad for him as it was for me. I just wanted to be with him.

Tom bit his lip and looked at me with narrow eyes. Then he got on the floor and knelt before more. He pushed my arms away so that they were dangling over the sides of the chair. He looked up at me once and then looked down again at my crotch. First he undid my belt, then the clasp to my pants. And then with one long tug he unzipped my fly. I arched up and he pulled my pants and jockeys down to the floor. My cock was fully erect and laid against my stomach only about 2 feet from coach’s face. He put his head down and started to kiss my thighs. He then used his tongue to trace a line to my stomach. I could feel his breath on my dick and pre cum seeped out of me. Then he kissed me again… down the shaft of my dick and stopping at my nuts. As he sucked on my testicles, I bucked my hips and let out a moan. 

He looked up at me with a smile. " You have such a beautiful dick. "

I replied by caressing the back of his head. He took my cock in his hand and placed his mouth over it’s head. Gently sucking me, he twirled his tongue around sending shivers through my body. Finally, he engulfed the shaft down to its base. Cocking my head back, I felt as Tom slowly began to move his head up and down. My girlfriend was never this good at giving head! His sucking increased and I felt an orgasm building. 

My voice cracked as I could no longer hold it in. " I’m going to cum! "

Tom just kept sucking and finally I exploded in his mouth. The feeling was electric and I started to moan loudly. He reached up with one hand and covered my mouth, wisely muffling the sounds I was making. He continued to blow me until I was drained and my dick started to go limp. He got up and sat down on his chair. 

"That was great coach. " I told him while trying to regain composure.

"Thanks " He told me. " But you have to pull you pants up before someone comes. "

I obliged and while I was doing my belt, I looked at him and noticed he had a bulge in his crotch. 

"Um coach, is there anything I could, um, do for you? " I asked.


Coached in College



Chapter 1

I first met Beth at the restaurant where we both worked. We were both seniors in high school, both enrolled in colleges, mine about two hundred miles away, Beth's about one hundred and fifty miles from where we lived but the colleges were only about eighty miles distant from one another.

Any way, Beth and I really hit it off, neither one of us had dated a lot, we both sensed right off that our combined sexual experience wouldn't make a decent paragraph.

I really fell for Beth, she was always so neat and fresh-looking. Kind of preppy with Izod polo shirts, plaid skirts, sweaters, the whole LL Bean look. And, she filled out these clothes very nicely, as well. She was slender, five foot eight, one hundred fifteen pounds, just a wonderful figure, a smile that lit up the room and auburn hair that had an amazing sheen. Oh, I was a goner.

We were both waiting tables, that scourge of a job so many high school and college kids get into to try to stash away some savings. Well, we were soon dating, then steadily, then an item. Beth had the use of one of her parent's cars and she took me home each night after work, where we parked in my driveway and talked and talked for hours.

Slowly, we began to become more involved and began to kiss, then neck and make-out. We both seemed reluctant to risk having the other say, 'no,' so we only lightly steamed-up the windows.

Then, one evening after work, we were parked in my driveway necking and she reached down, took my hand and placed it on her breast. Even through her blouse and bra, I could feel her hard nipple which I began rubbing and squeezing through all those layers of fabric. Oh, did I get hard.

She didn't touch me where I was hoping she would and we just did basically the same thing, neck with a nice feel on the outside of her clothing. That was the rest of our summer together.

Then the fall came and we were off to college.

We talked a lot by phone and email and were able to see each other every three or four weeks and had become very close to each other, sharing our inner selves, our secrets and, yes, talking quite a lot about our love for each other and about sex.

During the first half of our freshman years, we didn't up the ante much sexually, except that we were now naked above the waist with each other and I was delighted to have Beth's beautiful breasts to pet and hold, to fondle and kiss and suck. Yes, there were nights when I could hardly walk but I was so happy and in love with both Beth and her breasts, that it was enough.

The big change in our relationship sexually really began with Lauren, Beth's roommate. Now, before you start going, 'aha, roommate, threesome, wild, kinky sex parties,' you can slow way down.

No, Lauren and Beth had become good friends, they had a lot in common, but one thing they didn't have in common was their sexual experience. Beth, as you know, has had her boobs kissed and sucked, Lauren, well, Lauren told Beth she all about her sexual experience and she was way ahead.

Lauren was very good looking with large breasts that always seemed to attract guys wanting to fuck her and she seemed to welcome most overtures.

Yes, she had paired up in multiples, once with three guys and she and another girl and, then, a rather long-term threesome with two guys. So, Lauren, as soon as she discovered Beth's lack of experience, began coaching her on how to get an orgasm under just about any circumstance that might ever arise.

The two girls had many long talks about sex and Beth told me some of the details and I also came in for some kidding from Lauren with a never-ending series of 'cock' jokes always at my expense and fairly frequent tries to cop a feel of my dick. She was not shy.

After a while, her jokes and jibes became expected and her extreme openness about sex did have the effect of opening Beth and I to expanding our sexual repertoire.

We soon were naked except for our lower underwear and would hump each other to orgasm.

We had been giving each other orgasms this way for some time but I think we knew then that it was just a matter time before we gave each other our virginity.

During this time, Lauren was often out of the dorm, so Beth and I had lots of time together. But, we had also become much more comfortable even when she was there. I often just had my briefs on and the two girls often just wore bras and panties.

Then, Lauren started kidding us with virgin jokes all the time. She just kept it up trying to push us along to having sex. I do know that Beth and Lauren were talking very openly about how far we had gone and Lauren was giving lots and lots of advice.

One Friday after I got there, we had opened a large bottle of Chianti and proceeded to get a bit sloshed.

"Let's play 'Strip Poker,' guys. You two being such virgins and all, we'll keep our underwear on so you're not scandalized by the 'wicked' Lauren."

Rising to the taunt, we both agreed and she got the cards. In about an hour, I was in my briefs, trying to hold my legs just so to shield my very hard cock. Beth still had on her top, bra and panties, while Lauren was in her bra and panties. Now, her bra left nothing to my imagination, her nipples were easily visible through the sheer fabric.

So, since I was down to my last article of clothing, Beth said that we had played the last hand and tossed her cards into the middle between us.

But Lauren piped up with, "Well, since I'm not the virgin here, I guess I want to play the last hand," so we did. And, Lauren lost. She snapped open the front of her bra and I gazed upon an absolutely stunning pair of quite large breasts. These were 'Playboy' breasts and had nipples poking out that just made me hungry for them. I know, I know, the girl I love is also sitting there and, yes, I love her with all my heart. But my eyes and my cock were riveted to Lauren's stunning breasts.

"What do you think, Lewis? Nice?"

"Oh, Lauren, you could be in Playboy easily."

"Well, Beth, how about you? I've shown Lewis mine, he's already seen your's before and you've told me how he loves to suck on them. Well, girl, how about it? It's just Lewis."

I looked at Beth and she was reaching behind and as I watched, her bra came off and her lovely breasts came out. Four beautiful breasts, was I in heaven.

Then Lauren stood up and pulled down her panties and stood in front of us wearing only her smile. She could be in Playboy. Nice, slim waist, hips that promised passion, and a perfect plump slit with just a slight glistening of moisture. I thought my dick would burst.

We just sat there dumfounded.

"Come on, you little virgins. Lewis, let's see that cock of yours. Beth, isn't it about time he saw all of you? I have and you're really beautiful. Lewis loves you, honey, show him your body. He'd love to see your pussy."

We still just sat there.

"Oh, you virgins, loosen up. Get naked, you have to begin sometime, show me that nice, virgin cock, Lewis, and I'll show Beth how to make you spurt your cum out."

To tell the truth, I would have done it but I was waiting on Beth to make a move and she didn't.

"Well, guys. I'm having a little fun," and she turned and went over to her bedside table and took out a dildo and came back over as she waved it back and forth. She sat on the floor with her back against the bed, spread her legs wide, presenting us with her open pussy, and slid the dildo into her mouth, then right up into her yawning pussy as she said to us, "Umm, this is how it's done," and pressed it in until it was almost all up inside her.

Then she began stroking it in and out, all the time looking right at the two of us. I couldn't help it, I began rubbing the bulge in my briefs and Beth was staring mesmerized at Lauren masturbating for us.

"Mmm, oh, oh," and Lauren began rubbing her clit with her other hand as she fucked herself with the dildo.

"Ew, yeah. Mmm, uh, uh, oh, oh, feels so good. Nice and deep, um, yeah," as she stroked faster and faster, rubbing her clit round and round.

"Oh, YES, YES, UMMM, UUHN, uh, uh, uh, oh, mmm."

She lay there for a few minutes slowly stroking in and out as we sat there stunned at what we had witnessed. Then, suddenly, she jumped up, hurriedly pulled on her clothes and said, "The place is yours, have fun," and left.

As she pulled the door closed behind her, Beth looked at me and said, "Wow, that was something. Maybe she's right," and she pulled her panties down, then reached over and pulled mine off.

Beth jumped up over me and began kissing me running her tongue all around my mouth and her hands all around my body. I felt her grip my cock then pull up off my mouth and kiss my neck, then chest, working her way quickly down to my cock which she kissed the head of, then opened her lips and took it inside and began to suck me.

"Oh, Beth, oh, honey, mmm, that's wonderful. Oh, you're making me feel so good, so good."

I was so wound-up by that point, I felt an orgasm rocketing up.

"OH, OH, BETH, OH, I'M...UUN, uuh, uh, oh, Beth, I love you so much, oh, so much."

She didn't stop sucking me, so I coaxed her into a sixty-nine position tugging her leg up over me and she pressed down over me as I felt her wet pussy touch my mouth. Oh, wonderful, I thought, as I licked and kissed as I brought my hands up and began running my fingertips along the edges of her pussy.

Then, I pulled her pussy apart to lick up and down as it lay open over me. Beth began to moan rather loudly, something that was new between the two of us, and she began moving her hips around obviously greatly enjoying what I was doing.

"OH, LEWIS, OH, OH, UUUH, uuuh, uh, oh, I am so happy, Lewis, that feels so good. I want us to do this lots and lots," as she ground her wetness into my face.

"Oh, Lewis, I love you so much. Oh, so much."

"I love you, too, Beth, I love you the most I possibly can. I want us to be together forever. You are so wonderful. I love everything there is about you. Oh, and your body. Oh, I want you so much now."

"Mmm, you're gonna get a lot of my body from now on, a lot."

The rest of the weekend we gave each other oral sex numerous times and masturbated each other many times. Beth loves to jack me off and have my cum splatter all over her breasts, then rub her breasts all over my chest.

We also discussed intercourse, all the ins and outs, so to speak, what to use for protection, when we would do it, what we wanted to try, just lots of things. We would get some condoms for next weekend and on Monday, Beth would go to the clinic and get on the pill, we were ready.

Chapter 2

We talked all week about having sex, what we wanted to do, how we wanted the atmosphere and ambiance, everything. I took an earlier bus and as I got off, Beth was there with open arms. As we kissed, I became aware that something was missing...her bra.

"Bethie, you forgot your bra," I whispered in her ear as we hugged. She let go, stood back and asked, "Like my new look?"

"What do you think?" I said, nodding down to the bulge in my pants. Ah, we were off to a perfect start.

When we got to her room, Lauren was there and she gave us both kisses and handed us a fancy bottle of chilled champagne and two glasses and told us to enjoy our weekend, she'd see Beth on Monday. She then leaned over to me and said, "Just take it nice and slow, Lewis. You know that but I'm just reminding you. I'll be thinking of you two all weekend."

Well, it looks like Lauren is in on our plans.

Beth had candles all set out and flowers. Her bed was covered with decorator pillows and towels and there was a nice aroma in the room. I put down my overnight bag with the new box of condoms lurking inside and she showed me the package of spermicide she had bought for a little extra protection. Good thinking.

We went for dinner at the college cafeteria and ate in a far corner to try to keep the evening's romantic mood alive.

I got the champagne out of the fridge and opened it and we rather quickly sipped our way through half of it. The candles were lit, the music cued up and I slowly began unbuttoning Beth's shirt as we kissed. I kissed downward along her shoulders and the top of her breasts, then on to her hard nipples.

Beth was busy taking my shirt off and began to caress my chest and back, then moved her hands up to my head and brought my head down further onto her breasts.

She reached down and began unbuttoning my jeans, then bent down and tugged them to the floor and helped me step out of them. I pulled Beth's skirt and panties off, then she pulled down my briefs which were strained holding me in. As I tossed her panties aside, I felt their wetness and knew how much she was anticipating our lovemaking.

I lifted her up and placed her on the bed and lay down next to her as we continued kissing and feeling each other. I was enthralled sucking her nipples as she fondled my cock and I began kissing and licking my way down to her navel which I tongued, down her abdomen, then along her slit. She moaned and put her hands down to spread her labia and whispered, "Lick me inside, Lewis, eat me."

I got down between her legs and licked and tongued her as she sat up holding herself open watching me. I looked up at her and she was smiling with a far-away look in her eyes.

"Oh, Lewis, oh, you make me so happy. That feels so good. Oh, I want to do you, please, I want to," and she got up over me and took my dick in her hand and began licking circles all around the tip. Oh, I think Lauren has been coaching her. She then licked up and down the shaft and, as I watched, my cock disappeared completely in her mouth as she started sucking up and down.

"Oh, Beth, that feels so good, oh, so good. I really can't wait. I want us to make love, oh, I want you so bad."

She got up and said that we needed to get ready and she took the gel and put a plunger-full up into her as I rolled on my first condom.

We toasted each other with another sip of champagne and then I laid her back down and she spread her legs wide, pulled her knees up some and I got up between them and began to kiss her lips, neck, breasts and belly, then, Beth took hold of me and guided my dick to her opening. The gel was pretty slippery and, of course, she was very wet anyway, so when I pushed, the tip end of my cock went inside her with little resistance.

"Mmm, I feel you inside me. Just the end, right?"

"So far. Is it okay?"

"Oh, yes, just go ahead."

I pushed in some more and went back and forth for several minutes and, soon, I was all the way inside.

"Well, that wasn't bad," she said, "Not like some girls have told me."

I was now taking nice, long, slow strokes in and out and it felt wonderful. I have never, ever, felt anything this good.

"Oh, Lewis, I can't believe how wonderful this feels. Oh, you just fill me up so good. Promise me you'll love me and fuck me all of my life."

"Oh, I do love you, I love you so much. This is a perfect way for us to love each other. I'm glad we waited but I'm glad we're doing it."

"Mmm, oh, Lauren was right, once you've done it, you'll want to do it every possible moment after. I wanna see, see you going in and out of me," and she sat up some and we worked around so she was sitting in my lap facing me and when we leaned back on our elbows, we could watch our fucking. There was some blood but she had put down some towels under the sheets.

"We're no longer virgins, Lewis, we're fucking and I love to watch you go in and out of me. Oh, it's wonderful," and she leaned forward and we kissed deeply.

"I know what I want," she said, as she rolled over and got up and squatted over me.

"I want on top," as she led me into her as she sat down over me. When she started moving up and down, I thought I might pass out it felt so good.

"Oh, Bethie, that is incredible. Nothing could ever feel better than this."

"Mmm, I really like it, too. Lauren was right. She said she loves being on top and that I should try it. Oh, do you get up nice and deep inside me. It's just a whole new feeling. Oh, Lewis."

She would raise herself up to where my dick almost came out of her, almost out, then, slowly, oh so slowly lower herself back down taking me all the way inside her. It was heavenly. She just kept going slowly up and down, the feelings were fantastic. I could tell that I was getting near an orgasm.

"Hon, I'm really close. It just feels so good, I'm almost...OOH, OOH, uuh. uuh, oh, Beth, oh, honey, I love you so much. So much," and I pulled her down to kiss her over and over.

"Are you close?" I asked.

"No, but that's okay. Don't worry. Let's just enjoy each other's bodies. Maybe you should put on a new condom," so she got up off me and I pulled off the old condom and rolled on a new one.

She got back over me and lowered down, then reached back and held me as she pressed down. I did slowly slide up into her and then she started rocking back and forth once again. I had cummed not long before but it still felt just about as good as the first time.

"Mmm, do you feel good. This is so good."

Then, she pushed hard down pressing me as far inside her as I could go, and began to twist her hips around grinding down on me. Probably more advice from Lauren, the expert.

"Feel good?"

"Oh, Beth, yes, oh, yes, it sure does. Wonderful. You're gonna make me cum again."

"Good, good, I love making you cum. Feels good when you do, huh?"

"Especially when I'm deep inside you like this. I'm not far off."

"Mmm, just go ahead, I want you to. I want you to be happy."

"Oh, I've never thought I'd ever be this happy. I want to be with you forever. I love you so much. Oh, oh, UUN, uuh, uuh, uuh, oh, oh, Beth, I love you so much, oh, so much," and she dropped forward over me and covered my face with kisses. She was crying. 

"Beth, honey, what's wrong, what's wrong?"

"I'm just so happy, that's all, just hold me, Lewis, just hold me tight. I'm so happy."

We lay there for some time, my cock still inside her, a bit less erect than before but still feeling very good. She got off me and I pulled off the condom and we lay there naked in each other's arms and lovingly and peacefully drifted off to sleep.

We woke dreamily Sunday morning about nine and lay there holding each other, kissing, petting, fondling. Then a mad dash to each respective bathroom for a quick clean-up and returned to her room.

"Look what was in the girl's bathroom with our name on it," she said, holding a fresh bottle of champagne and a beautiful bowl of fresh strawberries.

"The note says, 'Congrats, Love, Lauren.' Isn't she sweet?"

I put the wine to chill in the fridge and we went back to bed knowing I had to be at the bus station for the three o'clock bus back to my college.

The champagne, all the strawberries and three condoms were all utilized in the remaining hours of our time together.

Beth didn't have an orgasm the first weekend but as she was kissing me goodbye at the station, she pulled my hand up under her skirt, pressed it to her bare, wet pussy and said, "I'll see you next weekend, remember, you owe me an orgasm." I came back the next weekend and she did have an orgasm. And three more as a bonus.



Coached on a Couch



I know it is long but it is hard to shorten a story like this and besides... I didn't know what to leave out. Male or female, I hope you enjoy knowing it is true. It was possibly the most erotic time my husband and I have ever had. I hope you like this. I wrote some of it from my husbands point of view, and some from mine, I hope that makes it even more erotic. 

If you read this alone... I am warning you right now, go get a towel, (not one of her good ones) cause you will be stroking yourself in about two minutes. Traci : ) 

I married a woman, Traci, in early 1998. She was very uninhibited and I have an active imagination...what a combination. 

She is now 24 years old, shoulder length blond hair full of ringlet curls, bright blue eyes, 24 year old breast, she had two children so her hips have a nice spread, a small waist in contrast to her hips... and a bubble butt that was still firm. Yes, I was a dog. Yes, she is a "trophy wife."

I had just returned home from an 8 week stay on the North Slope of Alaska. (a remote work location) I had been home about 2 days, when an acquaintance, Kirby from work, called and asked if I would meet him at the Anchorage airport bar (Cheers) for a few drinks. He just wanted some company while waiting on his connecting flight to Houston Tx. I lived in Eagle River, Alaska, at the time. I told him I would meet him there. 

It was a Friday and we usually go "out" on Friday night, so Traci got dolled up and we headed to Anchorage. Traci suggested we stay the night in town if we were going to be drinking late. Kirby's flight was to land at 6:30ish and he was to leave for Tx approx. mid-night. 

Traci knew how to dress to "tease" and she knew Kirby had been on the Slope for 8 weeks and he was headed home to a wife. She wore a short black leather skirt, black "strappy" shoes, a sheer (could see right through) powder blue blouse, unbuttoned to below her shinny silver bra. We arrived in Anchorage an hour or so before Kirby's plane was to arrive so we went ahead and checked into the Lakeshore Inn on Lake Hood off Spinard, we unloaded our bags out of the truck.

As Traci and I walked into cheers, all Kirby saw was Traci, until we got to his table, then he realized she was with me. I introduced them and Traci placed her left hand on his forearm as they politely shook hands. We sat at the table and had a few drinks, Traci showing Kirby as much of her legs as possible, changing positions and crossing and uncrossing her legs frequently. He was respectful, but I knew he was "checking her out" when I would look away. Traci suggested she call a girl friend to join us. But Kirby assured Traci he was on his way home to a "wife" and she would "know" if he had "played to hard" while on his way home... 

After becoming board with the airport bar Traci suggested we relocate to a bar on the far side of town. We left. I have a Pickup Truck and we all sat in front, with Traci in the middle, of course. We went to the "Whaler" on Muldoon. There, we had a few more drinks and Traci and I danced. Traci convinced Kirby to get out on the dance floor with her, she placed his hands on her hips at one point during their dance, but Kirby quickly removed them and looked toward me, but I was "looking the other way". Back at our table, during our conversation, Traci couldn't talk to Kirby with out putting her hands on him, touching his shoulder, his knee, even putting her hand on his chest at one point. 

Traci again suggested we move to a new bar. We were heading to a bar on Northern Lights Blvd. On the way, I made a sharp left hand turn at a yellow light, this caught Traci off balance and she ended up almost laying in Kirby's lap. (She might have even exaggerated this movement just a bit.) After righting herself, she looked a Kirby and said "Well, wasn't that fun" Kirby smiled. At the bar there was more drinking and dancing, Kirby didn't have to be persuaded to dance this time and when she placed his hands on her hips, he didn't remove them. At one point he even rested a hand, low on her back / high on her ass. It was dark outside as we left the bar. 

The next bar we headed for was Chilkoot Charlie's, so just to be cute, I made a sharp right hand turn out of the parking lot of the bar and Traci threw herself onto me and said it was only fair that I "enjoyed her company too" as she put it. With her leaning onto me a little farther than she really needed to, her short skirt was exposing her lightly tanned ass cheeks and a powder blue thong. Kirby's eyes went straight to her bare flesh and slowly drifted up to meet my eyes. He thought he was "busted" and seemed surprised when I just smiled, winked and I looked down toward Traci bottom. His eyes returned the see what he could see also. As Traci sat back up, he once again made eye contact with me. I again smiled. Before we arrived at Coot's Traci noticed a stain on her blouse from all the "thrashing around" she was doing. She wanted to go to the room to change her blouse. 

With that bit of information I couldn't resist just one more "sharp" left hand turn as she was talking to Kirby. This caught her off balance again and put her right back into Kirby's lap. But this time her right hand ended up on his shoulder and her left hand in his lap. As he helped right her, she removed her left hand from his lap but replaced it with her right hand, and it remained there until we arrived at our hotel. Her hand was on his left thigh but her ring and little fingers were on his inner thigh...rather high. He just looked out the window and gave no reaction, until we got to the motel parking lot. Traci quietly pointed out to me, that she could see Kirby's hard-on through his pants. I pointed out to her that mine was also visible!! 

In the room I sat on the couch and Kirby sat in a chair as Traci went to the bedroom to change only her shirt. (nice room...bed room was separate from the living room.) Of course Traci failed to close the door to the bedroom all the way and I pretended not to see that Traci let Kirby think he was getting a "free show". She came back to the living room with a "shorty" tee shirt on. Cotton white, skin tight and with no bra. It was low cut giving a wonderful view of her cleavage and so short, it barely covered the bottom of her breast. If she were to put her hands up over her head, her breasts would have been exposed at the bottom of the shirt.

Kirby excused himself and went to the bathroom. I took that time to "readjust" myself. (Jeans get binding if your "hard" for any length of time.) Traci came over to me and, with me sitting on the couch, she straddled my legs. With one of her knees on the outside of each of my legs, and sat on my lap, leaving us face to face. We kissed. My kisses trailed down her throat and on down her uncovered cleavage, until I came to the top of her tee shirt. Her nipples were vary visible through the tight, thin cotton material. We heard Kirby re-enter the room and sit in the chair, directly behind Traci, not more than a few feet away. We continued our "kissing" session for a few more kisses.

Traci sat straight up as we ended our kiss and Kirby said "you don't have to stop because I'm here". Traci said "stop what". "Kissing" is all Kirby said. Traci leaned her body forward to kiss me again. She was breathing harder and our kiss was moist and long. I ran my hands down her back to the top of her leather skirt. As we were kissing my hands slid on down till I was to the lower edge of her skirt. I slid my hand up and down slowly to expose her cheeks to Kirby. To my surprise Traci leaned as far onto me as possible almost laying flat on me and whispered in my ear. She told me she knew in this position that Kirby could see her ass cheeks and she suspected he could also see the little pouch that formed in her thong, from cupping her very plump pussy lips. I was rock hard a she rocked back and forth on me.

As Traci sat up again she asked, "What do we want to do now?" I think she expected him to say, let's go to another bar, or, call one of your girl friends. But when he said, "I'd like to see you give him a blow-job." I said "Yes, I would like to see that myself." 

The way we were positioned I couldn't see Kirby because Traci was in front of me and she had her back to him this entire time. But as she backed off of me onto her knees, in front of me, I saw Kirby was on the edge of his chair. I unbuckled my belt, unsnapped, and zipped down my pants. As I picked my butt up off the couch she slid my jeans and my shorts down to my ankles. As she moved her face toward my lap, she made eye contact with me. She held my dick in her hand as she moved her lips over the head. Slowly tracing the underside of my shaft with her tongue, she followed closely with her lips. With her on he knees, her ass was on display toward Kirby.

I could see Kirby was rubbing his cock through the material of his pants. And after a few minutes he could see I was liking Traci's effort too much. With a lot of "bass" in his voice, Kirby told Traci to stop, stand up and remove her panties and get back onto my lap as she was earlier. With out turning around Traci did as he said, but when she went to remove her panties, she bent at the waist to slide them down her legs, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side, giving Kirby, still yet, another view of her exposed ass. 

Traci climbed up on me and we began to kiss. She leaned way over again to whisper that she wanted me inside of her, with a knee on each side of my legs, and her bent over this far, this gave Kirby the ultimate in and exposed view of her ass and pussy. I started to reach down to help guide myself into her, until Kirby said "STOP, she needs to guide you in." She then took my cock in her small hand and slid it back and forth in her slit to remoisturize my dick. 

She then held my dick at the opening of her pussy and I entered her as she slowly settled her weight onto my lap. He said for her to start moving in a slow easy rhythm, and she did. She felt so warm...hot, as she slid up and down on me, still wearing her skirt. It made me so excited to think about the view that Kirby was getting, with her skirt up around her waist. I'm sure he could see her juices on my shaft as I slowly slipped in and out of her wet pussy. I looked over her shoulder to see Kirby was no more than two feet from us, it appeared he had moved the chair he was sitting in closer to us. He was still rubbing his dick through his pant. He was enjoying himself almost as much as I was. And with Traci on top of me, she could dictate the speed, angle and depth of our fucking. I know she was enjoying that. Her breath was quickening as I started lightly flick her right nipple with my left thumb, when Kirby told Traci to "get up, turn around an sit back down" on my lap.

Traci gave me a strange look, this evening had started out with her in control but that had all seemed to change now. 

She eased up off of me and turned around, as Kirby had told her to. This was the first time her and Kirby were face to face since we had been on the couch. With my knees together, she stood there with her legs spread on either side of my knees. I lifted her skirt out of the way as she sat back down on me. She reached between her legs and took my extremely erect dick in her hand and looked down to guide me in, but Kirby gruffly said "STOP, don't look down, look at me." 

(For the remainder of the story some of these details were supplied to me by Traci, after the fact) My shaft was still slick with her juices as she eased back down on me. Traci and Kirby were only a foot apart and looking eye to eye. As I started entering her she started to close her eyes. Kirby said quietly but firmly "hey, hey, right here, look into my eyes girl." And they made total eye contact as she slid down the length of my cock, and they continued eye contact as she moved up and down on my dick. She leaned forward slightly to put her hands on my knees to help support her weight. That's when Kirby said something I couldn't hear, then Traci said "If you're going to rub your dick, do it right and get some "Slippery Stuff" out of our bag". Kirby retrieved our overnight bag and removed the lubricant from the bag as he placed the bag by the chair. He then stepped out of his dockers and shorts with his back to us. As he turned to sit down I heard Traci say "Mmmmm" and she just sat down on my full length and stop. I looked around her to see...Wow. I am average, but this guy was "full grown". 

He was just slightly thicker than me, but I was definitely envious of his, at least and inch and a half, more length than me. With my hands on Traci's hips, she started her rhythm again. I was now experiencing the view Kirby had enjoyed just moments before, watching her pussy slide up and down my slick shaft. Kirby slowly poured some of the lube into his hand, constantly keeping eye contact with Traci. As he started to stroke himself he looked down at himself, that's when Traci's eyes fixated on his meat. I could feel her kagle muscles squeeze my dick as she moved up and down on me and I know she got wetter. 

He watched her admire the length of his shaft. He watched her breasts heave with each motion she made and each breath she took as I was inside her. 

Traci's skirt was obstructing my view, so I unzipped it and removed it from around her waist, tossing it into the floor. This left her with her "shorty" tee shirt and her "strappy" shoes on. I reached around Traci to feel her breasts through her shirt. Both of her nipples were hard, as I grazed over them, with my thumbs. First one nipple, than the other one, alternating back and forth so that neither would get accustom to the sensations too soon. 

I got Kirby's attention and asked him for the lubricant. As he leaned forward to hand me the small bottle his chest was close enough to Traci so she could smell his scent. As he sat back down, he had not missed a stroke of his rather large member. 

I told Traci to lean farther forward while continuing to ride up an down on me. As she leaned forward this put her face inches away from the tip of his shaft. She looked up at him with her "fawn" like eyes and he kept stroking himself. With her in that position, I had access to her ass, where I liberally coated the thumb of my right hand and her totally vulnerable tight bud of and anal opening. I pressed my thumb to her opening and just lightly pushed. I rocked my thumb side to side, not even entering her, just starting to open and relax her sphincter muscle. 

I was making small circles with my thumb and starting to push a little farther into her when I felt a series of squeezes from her pussy. She must have started to close her eyes because I herd Kirby scold her and tell her to keep eye contact with him. I braced the back of my right hand on my pubic bone with my thumb pointing toward her ass. With my hand in that position, my thumb would dip inside of her as she would push down on my dick. I didn't even have to move my hand. At the bottom of each stroke my thumb would dip deeper and deeper, until she was making only small movements with my dick and thumb buried in her openings. I could feel her ass and pussy both contracting on me at the same time. She was making a short rocking action with her hips when she came. "Oooo god" came from her lips. Kirby stopped stroking his manhood to watch, as Traci had an orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned through her orgasm and made short jerking movements with her pelvis, until her orgasm subsided. 

Kirby asked if we were done, and I said no. Traci asked, in a wicked way, what he wanted her to do next. He then told Traci to stand up and move forward "just a little, and then sit back down". He was watching for an expression on her face, saying he might have gone too far. But in Traci's current state of mind, (in the after glow of and orgasm and knowing there was another to cum.) nothing was going too far. I knew where this was headed, so I picked up the container of slippery stuff and applied a generous amount to my cock, paying close attention to cover every inch of my shaft, down to the base, at the hair line. 

Traci's eyes were locked onto Kirby's eyes again as she placed her hands on my knees, to steady herself as she lowered her ass down on my lap. I helped support her weight by placing an open palm, on each of her ass cheeks, easing her down until the head of my very erect cock, came into contact with her anal opening...she shuttered. Her legs were a little wobbly and started shaking when I released her left ass cheek, in order to guide myself into her ass. 

I held my dick tightly as her opening began to spread to allow my entry. I watched intently, as the head of my dick disappeared inside of her ass, down to the "ring" around the head. I could hear Traci hold her breath, as she continued her journey down the slippery length of my shaft. Catching her breath as she would stop every inch or so, to get accustomed to the intrusion of my thick shaft. She moaned, as it stretches her rectal opening and straightened and invaded her inter folds. As she settled her weight down onto my lap, Kirby resumed stroking himself. 

With Kirby sitting on the edge of his chair and leaning forward, his face was only inches away from Traci's face. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her lips as she wet them with her tongue. I'm sure he could feel the heat of her breath and smell her perfume, as he continued to stroke his dick in a slow leisurely rhythm. As I watched my dick slide in and out of her ass, her opening clung to my shaft as she would move away from me, and she would inhale deeply as she would push back down on me. 

Traci asked Kirby to get her "toy" from our bag. Kirby retrieved a slender white vibrator with a medium sized egg shaped head. This was her favorite toy. It was curved, to provide better access to her G-spot. (Yes, those do exist)

As Traci put a small bit of lube on the vibrator. Kirby held his hand out for the bottle of lube, reapplying some to his engorged cock. As she was moving up and down on me she began to rub her clit with the toy. As she moved the toy down to her vaginal opening she fumbled the vibrator and it tumbled to the floor, out of her reach.

Kirby stood to pick up the toy from the cheaply carpeted floor. He wiped it off with his underwear, that were close at hand. Standing directly in front of Traci and my left knee, he glanced back and forth from my eyes to Traci's eyes. He held his cock firmly at the base, and moved his hand to the tip of the head, removing what lubricant he could from his shaft. 

Traci told me she also saw this motion force a good portion of precum from the head of his dick. He then coated the toy with the lubricant /cum mixture. He resumed "jacking" with his right hand and handed Traci's toy to her, with his left hand, looking her in the eyes, almost daring her to comment on the source of the lubricant now coating her toy. She reached for the toy, but instead, she took Kirby by the wrist and pulled his hand toward her pussy, that was spread wide open. 

He didn't resist, he just moved closer. He didn't resist as she guided his hand with the vibrator, to the opening of her pussy. He slid the end of her toy over her clit, smearing "his" lubricant over her clit and trailing it toward her opening. Kirby was standing, but slightly bending over to reach her pussy, he was in an awkward position attempting to keep his balance, stroke his dick, and to guide the toy past her wet inner lips. I leaned up to her back and said in her ear "You should take over doing that", referring to the toy in Kirby's hand, I assumed he was having a hard time with it, and I might have been just a bit jealous at the thought of Kirby giving her pleasure. 

I'm not sure if she miss-understood me or if she just took advantage of the way I worded it, but she reached out and pushed Kirby's hand away from his cock and replaced it with her's. I couldn't object. 




Coached on a Couch



When I asked her later, she claimed she thought I wanted her to "take over" his stroking action, not the manipulation of her toy. (This was the first time a "coach" had touched, or was touched by either of us, and I was not sure how I felt about it) And as perverse as it may seem, I know I got harder seeing her hand wrapped around his cock. (Many things happened in a short period of time, so I will attempt to write them in order but then again you might have to reread this part a few times to piece together how this all worked) 

As I said earlier, he had to slightly bend over to move the toy with his left hand, and I could feel the movement of the vibrator against my dick, through the thin skin separating the depths of her ass and the insides of her pussy. With his right hand free, he steadied himself by placing it on her left shoulder. She put her left leg on top of my left leg, so the back of her thigh was directly on top of my left thigh. This limited some of her ability to move herself up and down on my cock. So with a little pelvic rocking, on my part, I kept a movement going opposite her rhythm, to give more movement to the "in and out" motion my prick was enjoying. 

With Kirby standing directly in front of Traci's left knee, she pulled him directly toward her, causing him to walk about a half step forward, placing his penis directly over her leg, with it pointing at her. Their foreheads were almost touching and they were almost breathing each others breath. I could tell they were both looking in each other's eyes; by the way their heads were positioned. She turned loose of his prick to apply some more slippery stuff to his shaft. She placed his large shaft on her thigh. This made the length of it look incredible. His balls were hanging down in front of her knee. With lube on her hand she again picked up his dick, that's when I saw that her hand would not fit all the way around his shaft. 

After coating his shaft with lube, she laid it back down on her thigh. She reached forward, cupping her hand under his balls, and lifted them. She lightly pulling him forward, he took another short step. He was now so close to her, he was straddling her leg. She reached up with her right hand and held it out until it contacted the left side of his chest, to help support him, and to just touch his body. As she set his nuts down, they rested on her thigh and his dick head now almost touched her torso. With his balls and dick resting on her left leg, she started to rub his dick, the entire length. Slow at first. 

With my dick inside her ass, I could feel the toy he was moving in and out, of her pussy make long strokes. It was such a strange sensation. I never realized how thin the skin is between the two inner passageways. The rhythm that he was moving her toy in and out of her was slower than the in and out motion of my cock. And the way she was stroking his dick, was faster than the other rhythms taking place. God...I was soon excited. The thought of her hand giving pleasure to him, and him giving pleasure to her was almost too intense. Traci looked over her shoulder at me and I leaned up. We kissed...a hot, hard, wet, kiss...not loving, not sensual...lustful, hard, consuming kisses. As we broke away from out kiss, she said, loud enough for Kirby to hear, "I want him inside me". I was so consumed with lust and erotic emotion I said "Yes, use the condom from the bag... yes." Knowing that with both of us inside of her, it would overwhelm her senses and push her into "sensory overload." With that said he reached for the condom in the bag as Traci continued to stroke his slippery dick. 

She took the condom from him and un-wrapped it. As she did this, the motion of us fucking, stopped. I held still, as she placed her right leg up on top of my right leg. Spreading my legs, made her legs spread, giving Kirby access to her open slit. Kirby stepped between our legs, directly in front of Traci. She unrolled the condom down the length of his shaft, with another short movement forward, the head of Kirby's dick was at the opening to Traci's pussy. He put his hand on her shoulders as they both looked down. She took his sheath covered cock in her left hand and spread her outer vaginal lips with her right hand.

Kirby and Traci continued to look down, their heads were cheek to cheek, almost resting on each others shoulders, as they viewed her rub the head of his dick up and down the entire length of her slit, starting above her clit and not stopping until he came into contact with my shaft that was buried deep in her ass. Kirby took over now and moved his mushroom shaped head back up to her clit. With a side to side movement of his dick, Traci shuttered. He pushed his erect cock back down, and circled the opening of her vagina with the head of his dick. Making a series of "figure eights" he tempted and teased both of them. 

I could feel Traci tense her muscles and draw in a deep breath of air as his cock began to enter her for the first time. I felt the passageway of her ass tighten as he began to fill her pussy, as he started to inch his way into her warm waiting body. She let out an "Uuuuuua" as his cock pushed even deeper. They were watching Traci's fingers lightly touch his shaft at the exact point were it was slowly disappearing inside of her. The fingers of her right hand kept her folds from interfering with the view but the little finger of that hand also touched his shaft as if in disbelief, that it was actually happening, or to just savor the moment for future memories. None the less, it was such an erotic site. 

Kirby could not get full access to her, with her leaning up watching, as she reclined back on my chest, he drove his totally erect cock in her until the base of his dick was pressed into the lips of her pussy. She turned her head and we began kissing again. His hands still were placed on her shoulders to support his weight, penning her tight against my body. This made it impossible for me to move my pelvis. As my dick was stationary in Traci's ass, I could feel the length of Kirby's shaft press in to her pussy. She could hardly continue our kisses because of the moans coming from her lips. It was as if she could not remember we were kissing, as our tongues danced together. I could feel the rim of his dick head slide past my rim. Her skin between our shafts was tight, stretched to a shier membrane that let every ridge or vein be felt by me. I can only assume Kirby would feel my form once I would start moving, if I could move.

As Kirby pushed himself into Traci, it would move her whole body up toward my chest and as Kirby would withdraw his cock, her weight would settle her back down onto my lap. This, set up an erotic rhythm. As he would drive deeper, it would pull me out of her and as he would withdraw, my shaft would be plunged back into her body. All I had to do was lay there and enjoy all the sights, sounds and feelings. Our kisses totally stopped as she moaned at every movement, whether it was me or Kirby, whether it was a thrust in, or a movement out. To make the experience even hotter I reached around Traci and pushed her tee-shirt up to expose her breast with my left hand and I placed my right hand on her belly. 

I could feel perspiration on her stomach. As my hand went lower I swear I could feel Kirby's dick bulge Traci's lower tummy as he would push into her. Their lower bellies came together as he would push into her, pressing my hand even harder onto her stomach. Then I knew for a fact I could feel his dick inside her, pressing up into her belly. As I passed the fingers of my left hand over her left nipple (her most sensitive one) I could feel a small contraction in her ass. I then held that breast in my hand. Making a circle with my thumb and forefinger around the base of her breast. I squeezed the base of her breast, making it protrude upward, as if offering the nipple to Kirby. He saw what I was doing and followed my lead. Kirby bent his head down, sucking Traci's nipple in his mouth. He held her nipple between his teeth and lightly gave it a quick series of bites, putting a little more pressure with each bite. This is the action it took to totally push Traci over the edge. Her entire pelvis, started repeated contractions, her anal opening, her pussy, the opening to her pussy, her anal canal, and all the muscles contracted and released over and over again. She tried to tell us she was beginning to cum as a massive orgasm ripped through her. But she couldn't speak, only "Uuuuu" and "Mmmyyyyyy" came from her clenched teeth. 

As her orgasm began, I released the hold I had on her breast and moved both of my hands to the top of her shoulders to force her body down onto my dick. This changed the rhythm of the entire action of our double penetration of Traci's body. This caused both Kirby and I to be on an "IN" stroke at the same time and both on an "OUT" stroke together. This filled her lower body cavity to the maximum. She lost it!! She started shaking and using language that was indefinable. That's when I came. I could feel the sperm travel through my shaft and out the head. I came so hard I could feel my ass convulsing. The semen flowing though my cock was so intense, I could count six contractions and six times my balls pumped a stream of fluid deep into Traci's bowels. I thought I was going to pass out from all the sensations. Traci and I both stopped moving but Kirby continued long, deep, lingering, strokes in and out, in and out. I continued to feel the tingle of my orgasm from the movement of Kirby's dick. It was so... total!! 

As Traci came, she was saying, "I...I...I...don't...don't...don't...can't...can't..." That's when between Kirby's movement and, my becoming-flaccid-dick, caused me to pull out of Traci's, now totally full of cum, ass. With them resting on top of me, Kirby made a few more thrusts before he started to withdraw from inside Traci. Traci was out of breath and still couldn't speak as she reached down and held the base of Kirby's shaft. As Kirby pulled out, she held the condom, so not to spill any fluids. As Kirby retracted the condom came off, into Traci's hand. His dick was still hard and glistening. She looked at the condom and it was empty, only a little "pre-cum" and some lubricant from earlier. The condom collapsed, flat. 

From the way I was positioned, I saw none of this take place. All I heard was Traci say "you didn't cum?" Kirby said "No, but I NEED to, I want to." She looked back at me and said "I have got to have him back in me so he can finish." I said "go for it" And with her still on top of me, I reached down with one hand on each of her legs and lifted her knees toward her chest, because it was so damn kinky offering her to Kirby and helping him get good access to her pussy. I didn't know he was attempting to put the unrolled, used condom back on. 

She was again kissing me as she let out a "Uuuugghh" when he entered her. He must have went all the way in, in one thrust. I could tell she wanted him to cum, by the way she had her hands on his chest. Her hands were palm open, on his chest, just below his nipples. Her fingers almost on the sides of his body and her thumbs were positioned so she could flick both his nipples with her thumbs. She started the nipple action on him and he rode her even harder. She was making noise on each "down stroke" that sounded like he was knocking the breath out of her. But we continued madly passionate kisses over her shoulder. 

His hands back on her shoulders to support his weight and to keep him from laying on her. I knew that she had already cum twice and all she wanted was to have him get his rocks off and for him to be satisfied also. I felt a little useless because he had her legs on top of his forearms, and I didn't need to hold them up any more. I'm sure he was burying his dick to the limit with each stroke. I again reached around her with my left hand and found her nipple, I squeezed her nipple rather hard with my thumb and middle finger. I started rubbing and tapping on her squeezed nipple with my forefinger. She loves this. With her legs up in the air, like they were, I knew I could possibly get access to her clit with my right hand. I reached around and found her pubic hair-line. I eased my fingers down farther until I was at the top of her slit. I pressed her lower tummy lightly, but I couldn't really feel him inside her. ( I guess having me in her ass made a difference) 

I found her clit and started a light pressure and an up and down wiggling action on it. I got an immediate reaction when I mixed this with the nipple rubbing. Kirby's stomach came into contact with the back of my hand some, but not much. As I massaged Traci's clit, I let my little finger travel on down to her opening were Kirby was entering her. I was at the top of the entrance to Traci's vagina, but there was no Kirby?? She stopped kissing me long enough to say, " He's fucking my ASS!!" 

My god that was soo fucking exciting to me, Knowing Kirby was using my cum as a lubricant for the ass fucking he was giving Traci and knowing he was the only other person to be in her ass other than me. I started getting hard again. In between breaths and hard thrusts from Kirby, Traci said "his condom came off" as she motioned to the edge of the couch, to where the used condom laid. I was confused as to just how or when the removal of his condom took place and was going to protest. The thought of him fucking her "bareback" and in the ass, just about made me burst. In just a few more trusts of Kirby's cock in her ass, and my assault on her nipples and clit, Traci announced she was cumming again, This news, and her strumming his nipples, sent Kirby into an orgasm. By now I was fully erect again and any thought of objections were gone. 

Kirby would almost withdraw all the way out of Traci before thrusting all the way into her as he started to cum. "Uuu...Uuu...Uuu." He made these noises as he would plunge back into her as if punishing her ass. He made about 10 more hard thrusts before he buried his dick "balls deep" in her and just held on and I am sure pumped the remainder of his cum deep into her ass. 

His legs were trembling as he stood there. They were both out of breath like they had just completed a marathon... and I guess they just did. 

As we all laid there motionless, Traci could feel his dick "twitching" inside of her, and as his erect penis began to grow flaccid she could feel him start to slip from her anal opening one last time. We were all wet with sweat, slippery stuff, and cum. Cum leaked from her ass as he withdrew from her, running down her ass cheek to my lap. Kirby got up, his dick almost soft now with a few small gobs of his cum smeared over it. 

He didn't hesitate as he grabbed the phone and checked to see when the last "airport shuttle" left the motel. He only had time to barely wipe himself off, and put on his shoes before he left, it was 11:25 pm. Kirby not really knowing what to say, just said "Wow...I gotta go" and he walked out the door, turned around, came back in and kissed Traci, then turned and left. 

I wanted to be inside Traci one more time, I laid her on the couch, climbed between her legs and entered her. She was very accepting and wet. She rubbed my nipples and told me how "good it hurt." to have both of us, in her at the same time. She described how the stretching feeling from both of our cocks made her openings hurt. She told me as I pushed my dick into her it was forcing cum out of her ass on my "down strokes". But it wasn't until she started telling me how it felt to have Kirby's naked dick inside of her...how she could actually feel his cum as it exited out the end of his shaft, how she could feel the extra lubricant his cum added to her anal passage, that I came my second and final time of the evening. We went and laid down on the clean sheets of the bed, we didn't bathe until the next morning.

Kirby must have smelled like SEX as he got on the plane. Kirby did talk about our evening, at a later date, but all he said was, that was the first "sexual experience" he had had outside his marriage. 

Please don't be too critical of our story, I have tender feelings. But do comment if you want. I have a few stories from my point of view if interested. 

Traci : )



Coached



He started to shake is head but then spoke. " Well, I don’t think this is the best place. But… "

"But what? " 

"If you can come to my house tonight, we could do something there. "

The prospect of whatever he had in mind scared me a little but I couldn’t resist. We agreed on time and on an excuse for our meeting: We would say that Tom wanted me to look over some college playbooks and watch some game tapes. As I was about to leave, Tom stopped me and started to kiss me. I could taste the salty cum in his mouth.

I went home, took a shower and ate dinner with my parents. I gave them the excuse that Coach and I had concocted and they seemed to believe me. After all, no one thought anything of Tom.

I arrived at his house and he greeted me at the door. I had been to his house before and noticed little had changed since I was last there. Of course, in a manner of speaking, a lot had changed…

Playbooks were actually sprawled out on his coffee table and a professional game was on the television. I smelled something cooking and Coach told me made dinner for our " date ". I thought to myself: Damn, I’m on a date with the Coach.

Although I had had dinner with my parents, I ate another with Tom and we talked a little while keeping up on the game. After dinner we both sat on his couch and had some beers. 

At first he had his arm around me, then started to stroke the back of my head. I smiled politely at him and remarked about how nervous I was. We started inching closer to each other until we were side by side. I looked at him and then he started to kiss me. I never thought I could actually make out with a guy like I would with a girl, but I felt completely at ease doing so. Things started to get a little intense as we both started feeling each other up. He had his hand up my shirt, feeling my chest and I was rubbing the inside of leg. I worked my hand around until I got to his crotch and felt his erect dick through this pants. Tom reached around to my back and slid hand down until it was in my pants, massaging the skin on my ass. I followed suit by reaching up under his shirt and then down below his waistline. I immediately gripped his hard cock in my fist and made a few pumping motions. This must of done something to him because he clamped down on my ass. We continued touching one another for a while until Tom made an effort to separate. I took his cue and backed off him. He smiled at me, then undid his pants, and pushed them down to his feet exposing his dick. Tom’s cock was not as long as mine but what he lacked in length he made up for in girth. I ran my hand down his shaft and then under his nuts. He groaned and bucked his hips up.

"Do you think you could…?" Tom asked, nodding down to his crotch.

I got up on the sofa on my knees and leaned my body toward his dick. I could smell a musty odor of sweat come off of his cock. I got my head down real close to his penis until my lips were almost touching it and then, extending my tongue, began to lick up and down his shaft. Tom let out an approving moan as I took his dick into my mouth widthwise. I then moved my head back and forth, up and down his length. At last I lifted it up with my hand, and covered the tip with my mouth. I could taste the salty pre-cum on the head of his cock. Slowly, as I had never done this before, I worked his dick into my mouth until I got it as far as I could without gagging.

Tom gripped the back of my head and told me. " That’s it. Mmmm, that feels great… you’re doing fine. I’ll just tell you when I’m going to come, all right? "

I mumbled " Yes " as best as I could with a dick in my mouth. This being the first time I had ever sucked dick, I felt pretty good. It was definitely turning me on and an erection had already formed in my pants. I started to suck up and down with more and more speed. 

At one point Coach stopped me. " Not too fast. Do it slow and use your tongue more. "

I obliged and the adjustment to my technique must have worked well because Tom started to thrust is cock up to meet my mouth. Finally, he whispered that he was coming and told me I could finish him off with my hand. I just kept on sucking until his dick throbbed and a wad a cum shot into the back of my throat. This was not good and I pulled away coughing while trying the best I could to continue jerking him off. A huge amount of cum covered my hand and when I regained my composure I bent back down and sucked on Tom’s cock until it went limp. I got up and smiled at him, wiping excess semen off my face.

"That was fantastic! " he told me. He pulled me over to him and kissed me on the mouth.

He reached down and felt the stiffness in my pants.

"Oh, I see you really enjoyed that! " He said gripping my cock. " Well, I guess it’s your turn now. Why don’t we go up to my room? "

Leading me by the hand, he brought me up to the bedroom. He stood in front of me and I looked at him, not saying a word. He pulled my shirt up, over my head and then pulled my pants down to my ankles. While I kicked off my pants, Tom got undressed as well until we were both facing each other naked. His was a relatively fit guy; he muscles were well defined and his body was pretty thin. I reached out and cupped his flaccid cock in my hand, Coach replied by gently stroking my body and eventually gripping my dick in his fist. 

"You’re very beautiful. " He told me with a smile on his face. I thanked him and complemented him in return.

He let go of me and went over to his dresser; he opened a drawer and retrieved a tube of K-Y jelly and several condoms. 

In a very relaxed voice he asked me if I wanted to fuck. I nervously explained all the anal things I had done to my girlfriend and all the things she had done do me but I also told him I didn’t think I was ready to be fucked just yet.

"No, No, No. " He laughed. " I understand that. I was wondering if you want to fuck me. "

A felt an uncontrollable smile warm my face and I nodded my head. He motioned for me to sit down on the bed and as I did this, he got down on his stomach next to me. I had been through this routine with my girlfriend and figured there was little difference between anal sex with a girl and anal sex with a guy.

I massaged Tom’s back for a bit and moved my hand down to his buttocks. While massaging his ass I leaned over, spread his cheeks and stuck my tongue in his asshole. 

"Hmm, you’re good at this. " He told me. I thanked him by burying my face in his butt and shoving my tongue as far as I could in him.

I got up, squeezed some K-Y on my fingers and lubed up his butt. While gently fingering him, Tom turned slightly and began to pull on my dick. I closed my eyes and took in the sensation. I heard him rip open a condom wrapper and felt as he unrolled the protection onto my cock. 

"Already to go sailor? " he said. 

I pulled my finger out of his ass and straddled him from behind. I was so fucking horny and I didn’t know how long this was going to last. At first I rested my cock on his ass then Coach arched his hips up, giving me an OK for entry. With one hand I readied my sheathed cock at the entrance of his ass and with the hand I reached around and fondled his nuts. Slowly, I worked my dick into him; there was little resistance as I’m sure he had done this before not to mention that fact that I had lubed him up with enough grease that he could probably fit two cocks up there. Now there’s a thought…

I started out with a little shallow fucking, getting about half my length in there before I pulled out. I continued like this for a while until Tom reached back, grabbed me by the hip and pushed me all the way into him. 

He screamed. " Yes, that’s the way. Get it all inside. "

Deciding Tom didn’t want to both with the slow, easy stuff, I began to pound his ass. While there was a loss of sensation due to the condom, Tom made up for it by contracting his asshole around my dick. I was in heaven; it felt so good! I took my hand off his balls and then gripped both of his hips. I was really swinging by then and with so much force that our nuts were practically smacking into each other. I started to feel my dick throb and soon after was in the grips of the most amazing orgasm I had ever had. I remained in Coach until the final spasms were gone.

I pulled out and then slumped on top of him. Our bodies were covered in sweat and we sort of slid around on each other. He pushed me off onto my back; with one hand he held the base of my cock, with the other he pulled the condom off. With his mouth, he cleaned the last remnants semen off of my dick. He laid down next to me and stroked my body.

"That was amazing. No wonder you’re the star. " He whispered in my ear. 

I laughed and turned to kiss him. 

We just held each other for a while until it was time for me to leave. Before I left he stopped me and plumped something down into my hand. 

"This is for my star athlete." He told me with a smile on his face. "Work out with this at home and it will get you ready for big leagues. "

It was a huge, black rubber cock.



Coaching



Coaches are of paramount importance in the teaching of tactics and strategy. A coach can greatly help the student develop a sound understanding of strategy by incorporating it into the fencing lesson. The way this is done is by allowing the student to take the initiative in the lesson rather than the teacher. The student makes his move and the teacher gives the appropriate response.

In the beginning the teacher gives the most obvious and naïve response to the student's move. As the student improves the teacher can give more devious and sophisticated responses. This kind of lesson is not only of tremendous importance. It is also great fun for student and teacher.

Eventually each fighter explores all the possible actions and every appropriate response to these actions. With this drill a fighter learns to develop a tactical and strategic game. A student also builds a strategic game by experimenting with different strategies under all circumstances during practice. By concentrating on your tactics and strategy while practicing, your fighting will become much more effective and enjoyable.

THE FIRST SPEECH I GIVE TO MY STUDENTS

Lets start off with one basic precept. Do what works for you and have fun doing it. If your not enjoying what you are doing or how you are doing it, it's time to move on. That being said we are here to learn the use of a rapier. I want to establish some rules right now

Rule 1, Have fun. If your not having a good time it will sour what you do.

Rule 2, I am here to teach you are here to learn. Accept this.

Rule 3, Take nothing I or anyone else says as gospel. You are an individual and what works for me may not work for you. Take what I say and apply it to what you do. Adapt it and make it truly yours. This is how the student surpasses the teacher.

Rule 4, Have fun. Yes it's that important.

Ok so much for the rules.

Lesson 1

(Toss your sword to the ground) A sword is merely a tool used by a fighter. Don't attack the weapon with out purpose. Beating the sword is not beating you opponent. That sword on the ground can not beat you, don't attack it on the ground. (pick up the sword) It can not beat you in your opponents hand either. Only your opponent's use of the sword can beat you. Don't engage it engage him. Now it is permissible to beat the blade aside or feint around it in order to attack your opponent, however do not attack the blade as an end in itself.

Ok lets talk about your stance. A strong house cannot be built without a strong foundation. Your foundation will be summed up in how you position your feet. If your right handed place the sword in your right hand and place your right foot forward of your left.(If your left handed flip this around) Now turn your left foot out so that your stance looks like a "T". Your feet should be placed about shoulder width apart. Slightly bend your knees so that you may lean forward or backward without shifting your feet. Your left hand is behind you palm down. Now for you true fencers out there this is not a fencing stance. It's a martial arts stance. I find this to be superior in our style of fencing. With this stance practice taking small steps forward and back. Making sure never to lose your balance. Unlike Olympic Fencing we do not use a strip. We are more like a wrestling arena. We use a circle called the aerich's and we move in a complete circle. So practice moving side to side and in circles as well.

Now lets talk about lunging. To lunge you plant your back foot and take a large step forward with your right foot. You will extend your sword as far as you can, throwing your left hand back for balance. Don't take the biggest step you can because after a lunge you still have to get back to your fighting stance. So don't step so far that you can't recover. Also a little trick with the technique, when you lunge forward don't lean forward with your head. It is a most enticing target. Instead try to tilt your head back. 

Ok that is the basic's of fighting rapier in our game. The only way to truly get better is to put in the blade time.(Meaning Practice) Remember if you don't strive to get better you assuredly won't.