0 comments/ 73699 views/ 7 favorites Soccer Moms By: socrref I have been a soccer referee for several years now, and have been involved in several unusual situations, but none of them come close to what happened to me this past weekend. I had been invited to referee at a soccer tournament several miles from where I live, and since the fields were reported to be in good shape, and the teams normally quite competitive, I accepted the offer. The tournament began early Saturday morning and I had been assigned to two games that morning and two games that afternoon. The two morning games went well and I then took a quick lunch break. The tournament was very gracious in providing food and drinks for the referees, and a quiet place away from the parents to relax while we ate. As I was sitting close to the referee changing room, a woman walked up and stood in front of me asking if I was going to be the center referee for her child's game at 2:00 that afternoon. I told her that I was indeed the center referee for the field that she was asking about. The woman was of average build, dark hair, very pretty face, wearing a solid black coat that fell several inches below her knees, and was wearing black hose and flat soled shoes. When I admitted that I had been assigned her child's game, the woman reached in her coat pocket, then held her hand out to me offering what she had been keeping there. I reached out and offered my hand palm up and she quickly placed a pair of black lace panties in my hand. She then told me to keep an eye on her during the game, just to verify that they were hers, and to make sure to took her way every time their team scored. Having said that, she turned and quickly walked away, toward a group of mothers watching their children practice. To say the least, I was stunned. I quickly stuffed the panties in my ref bag, rather than sit there with them in my hand. I again looked over at the small group of woman and noticed the one who had dropped her panties in my hand talking to two other mothers, a blond and a brunette; all three were quite attractive. I sat there and stared at my bag, wondering what in the world was going on. Just as I was about to get up, the woman with dark hair broke from the group and walked over and stood between me and the other two women. Looking down at me with her beautiful blue eyes she said that she too would have a present for me, but only if their team won. Having said that, she opened the front of her rain coat wide enough for me to see that the only thing that she was wearing was the rain coat, black thigh high hose and black boots on her feet. As she closed the front of her coat, she apologized for not having something to leave with me, but promised to give me something very special after the match (if her team won); then turned and walked back over to the small group of women. It was now fifteen minutes until game time, and I began my pre-game by gathering the two assistant refs and talking them through their duties. We went on the field together, checked both teams and conducted the coin toss to decide who kicked off. The game began on time, and about three minutes into the game there was a bump in the penalty box and I called for a Penalty Kick to be taken. The teams lined up outside the box and the kicker quickly drilled the kick into the back of the net. After writing the score in my book, I glanced over to the sideline and noticed that the three women who had been standing together before the game, were now seated on the front row of the bleachers. All three were cheering wildly, with their coats opened and legs spread far enough apart to allow me to see their three pretty pussies. The first half ended without another score and my two assistants and I retired to the sidelines for a quick drink of water and to talk about the fist half and what we could each do better the second half. As we were talking, the third mother came walking up and stopped a few feet away. I stood up and walked over to her. Quietly, she whispered that if the second half ended the way the first half had, with their team ahead, that she would like me to join the three of them at a motel a few miles down the road for a post game party. She then winked and pulled her hand from her coat pocket and showed me two more pair of panties, which I already knew had been removed. She then turned around and walked back over to the bleachers to join the other moms. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. In all the years I had been doing this, I had never experienced anything like this. We went back onto the field and the second half was a bitter defensive dual, but there were no more penalty kicks and no more scores. The game ended 1-0, in favor of the jubilant pantyless moms. I left the field after signing the game card for the field marshall and headed toward my car, thinking that I would never see those women again. I got to my car, threw my bag in the trunk and was walking towards the driver's door as a truck pulled up behind mine and stopped. I looked back to see the three moms in a Suburban, with the driver motioning for me to come over. As I was walking over, the blonde got out of the passenger's seat totally nude, left the front door open for me, and climbed into the back seat with the other mom. I leaned in the open door and noticed that all three women had removed their coats, displaying their nakedness to anyone who might be looking. The driver told me to hurry up and get in; they each wanted to thank me for what a wonderful game it had been. Against my better judgement, I got in the truck and closed the door. The driver sped off towards the main road without another word. We pulled into the motel driveway and I asked what had happened to their children. The blonde behind me said that they had gone with the rest of the team for their own post-game party and then were going on to dinner afterwards with the other parents. We pulled up and stopped next to the building at the back of the motel and all four doors popped open and everyone jumped out. The driver walked a few steps to the closest door, unlocked it with her key and grabbed my hand, pulling me through the door behind her. The other two women came in, closing the door behind them and all three dropped their coats on the chair beside the door. The blonde made the first move and walked up to me, rubbing her hands on my chest, leaned forward and kissed me deeply. The driver walked around behind me and began rubbing her hands up and down the back of my ass, then reached around and pressed her chest against my back and the palm of her hand against my erection. She then moved her hands to my waist, slipped her fingers inside the waistband of my shorts and slowly pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. The blond in front of me then dropped to her knees, grabbed my dick with one hand, my balls with the other and slowly began licking the tip of my dick. The one behind me lifted my feet one at a time, allowing her to completely remove my shorts and underwear. I looked over to the bed and saw that the other mom was sitting on the end of the bed with one hand massaging an erect nipple and the other hand busily rubbing her hairless pussy. When she noticed me watching her, she leaned back on the bed, brought her heels up onto the bed and spread her legs, giving me an excellent view of her fingers as they slid in and out of her wet opening. The woman behind me then stood up and grabbed the bottom of my jersey and lifted it over my head. I now stood in the middle of the room with only my shoes and socks on as the blond's head began to bob back and forth on my stiff rod. Since the driver had finished her job of stripping my clothes off of me, she walked around in front of me, dropped to her knees and began licking the blonde's fingers that were holding my prick. The blond released her grip and slid her mouth off my prick and then ran her tongue along the left side as the driver ran her tongue along the right side of my now sloppy wet rod. In unison, with their upper and lower lips touching, they slowly began moving back and forth on my dick, giving me a two headed blow job. The mom on the bed had picked up the pace with her fingers and the sloppy wet sounds coming from her pussy as she rapidly moved her fingers in and out drew my attention back to her. She had leaned her head over onto one shoulder, closed her eyes and her mouth was slightly open, breathing quickly as she approached her self induced orgasm. As a loud moan escaped her parted lips, she began to shudder as the waves of her orgasm racked her body. Her hand began to slow to a weak rub, then moved both hands to her breasts and lightly rubbed her sensitive, stiff nipples. I backed away from the two mouths on my dick, and moved over to the bed. Grabbing the woman's ankles, I pulled her feet off the bed and moved them around my hips, slid my hot prick into her wet box, then locked her ankles behind my back. She immediately began bucking wildly as I leaned forward and slid my hands under her back, and pulled her towards me. She felt her body sliding, locked her hands behind my neck and pulled herself up off the bed. I now stood at the side of the bed with this hot mom bucking up and down on the stiff rod that she was impaled on. Glancing to my left I saw the two mothers that had been licking my dick were now laying on the floor, locked in a 69 position. The woman I was screwing began to moan and buck even faster, as her legs tightened around my waist. With one final push, she pulled herself tightly onto my dick and as the spasms racked her body I felt the juice from her pussy begin to leak down my balls. As her muscles began to loosen, she unlocked her ankles, pulled herself off my dick and lowered her feet to the floor. She sat down on the bed in front of me and began licking the joy juice from my stiff rod and balls. Just as she deepthroated my dick, I felt a tongue run up the inside of my leg, and looking down, I saw a blonde head below the brunette one that was bobbing back and forth on my dick. I then felt the blonde begin licking my balls, then take one into her mouth as the brunette continued her blowjob. I grabbed the brunette by the side of her head and asked her if it would be all right to see if I could make the blonde cum as quickly as she did. She stood up and gave me a big hug, pressing her tits into my chest. The blonde crawled over to the bed and laid down pulling her knees up under her chest, pointing her ass at me. I moved the brunette aside and quickly moved towards the raised ass, pushing into her wet pussy as soon as I could. As I began pumping in and out of the blonde, the brunette moved behind me, rubbing her tits on my back and her hands up and down my sides. After two or three minutes of pumping into the blonde's pussy, I withdrew and moved my dick up to her ass, then slowly pushed in as the blonde began loudly moaning. I again began pumping back and forth, picking up speed as her moans increased. In short order, I felt a tight grip on my dick as the blonde began her orgasm. I continued to pump in and out of her ass, until she collapsed on the bed. The brunette on my back quickly reached down and began stroking my cock, as it slipped out of the blonde's hot hole. I turned to face the brunette, giving her better access to the object of her affection. My hands slid up to her upturned breasts and I began lightly squeezing her hard nipples. She looked up into my eyes and asked if she could put my hard dick back in her pussy one more time. Not wanting to disappoint the lady, I turned her toward the bed and she bent over, putting her hands on each side of the blonde who was still laying flat on the bed. I then stepped toward the brunette, grabbed her hips and slowly pulled her back onto my waiting hardness. I then began ramming into her wet slit, in an attempt to finally cum myself. As I was pumping into the brunette, the blonde rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide enough to allow the brunette to dip her head just slightly and begin dipping her tongue into the blonde's wet hole. The sound of my balls slapping against the brunette's hairless pussy were intensified by the wet sound of her tongue dipping into the blonde's sopping wet pussy. I was very close to cumming now, and watching the blonde's tits rolling around on her chest was all it took to send me over the edge. I pulled back tightly on the brunette's hips, driving my dick into her pussy as far as it would go, and began shooting my sperm deep inside her silky wetness. The ladies began getting dressed and handed my clothes to me, suggesting that I may want to get dressed myself before they drove me back to the soccer complex. They each thanked me again for the outcome of the game and said that they were looking forward to finding out who might be doing the center on their Final match the next day. Soccer Moms I am what is commonly called a soccer mom. But in this case I guess it is to be taken literally. My own two sons grew up playing soccer. Over the years I drove God knows how many hundreds or maybe thousands of miles; to practice, from practice, to games, from games, to the sporting good store, etc. You get the idea. My sons played for the Centerville Centurions for their four years of high school, and I was at every game cheering them on to victory and consoling them in defeat. Naturally I came to look at the boys on the team as being a special part of my life and almost part of the family. It seemed there was always three or four extra mouths to feed at the supper table. Being a single mom made it tough sometimes, but I was always grateful to have them around. There is just something special about teenage boys on the verge of manhood. Even though my sons graduated from high school and went on to college, I still continued to support the team. I was happy to drive boys to games, help with uniforms at times, and cheer the team on. I was an unofficial member of the team. I made friends with other parents whose boys were currently on the team. And, despite the fact I did not have a player myself, they made me feel welcome at their gatherings and appreciated my help. I became good friends with Angie, another single mom who was also my age, 42. Angie's son was a senior in high school and had already been accepted to a major university to play soccer for them. Angie had a wonderful smile and a playful laugh that I loved. Both of us being single soccer moms had drawn us together and we became close friends. We liked doing things together and enjoyed each other's company. We enjoyed shopping for clothes together. I am a little on the plump side; not fat by any means, but I have womanly curves. I am what is often referred to as "Rubenesque", full soft breasts, a soft rounded butt, a little extra on the thighs, and a little bit of a tummy. My long red hair seems to complete the picture. I am far from being a hard body, but I happen to think that it is ok for a mature woman to look and feel like a mature woman. For a variety of reasons, I tended to dress on the conservative side. I did like to show off the cleavage created by my 38Ds however. Angie on the other hand was very slender. Her shoulder length blonde hair and firm body lent itself to dressing in tight tops and short shorts. She had commented once that she envied me my 38Ds but I tried to assure her that her 34C boobs fit her perfectly well. It was the end of another soccer season. The Centerville Centurions had ended up 9 and 3 for the season. Coach Verdi decided to host a party for the boys, their parents, and other assorted hangers on. Coach Verdi was new this year. He was tall, dark and handsome, to use the cliché. He was 29, only about 10 years older than the young men he coached and he himself had played professional soccer in Italy. All the high school girls had crushes on him and to tell the truth, Angie and I had both commented on how good he looked in his jersey and soccer shorts. Being new to the community, he was grateful for the help we were able to give him. The night of the party came and everyone gathered at coach's house. Throughout the evening people came and went. Hamburgers and hot dogs were consumed in ravenous amounts by the boys and their generally over weight fathers. The well muscled young men soccer players were in stark contrast to their fathers. Sodas were available for the under 21 crowd and beer and wine was there for the over 21 bunch. It was a good party all around. There was lots of good conversation and company. A number of the young men on the team had brought their girlfriends. Coach had a swimming pool, so there were numerous teenagers running around in speedos and bikinis. Angie was wearing a hot pink bikini that did justice to her hard body and firm boobs. I had chosen a black one piece that zipped down the front. It was becoming to my curves but not terribly daring. More than once, I caught one or another of the young men looking at me in a very "un-mom-like" manner which made me feel like maybe I was far from over the hill after all. The bolder boys flirted openly with Angie as though she were their age and not literally old enough to be their mother. As the evening wore on, people began to drift from the party. The married couples, those with the younger boys on the team, boys with girlfriends, and those with other plans. By eleven, it was down to Coach Verdi, Angie, five of the senior boys, one of their girl friends, and me. Angie's own son, Kevin had left earlier with his girlfriend. "Probably to get laid" Angie had whispered to me. "They are like bunnies. Just so long they are careful, I don't think I can do much to stop them" She shrugged and giggled. The area around the patio was lit dimly by a few lights under the water. Some softer music had replaced the louder rock music that had been playing earlier. It was winding down to a very nice relaxing time. Richard and Lori, the boy and girlfriend, were keeping to themselves at one end of the pool. Not that the pool was big enough to really get away from the others, but big enough to make them feel like they had some privacy. They had been necking and caressing each other most the night, and it seemed to me that Richard had been sporting a sizable hard on most the night. It was readily visible under his swim trucks. Angie and Antonio (Coach Verdi's first name) were half-heartedly doing some cleaning up. Billy, one of the senior boys was telling me about his plans for college in the fall while trying to inconspicuously look down my swim suit. I knew my nipples were visible through the damp material but I figured, "what the hell, boys will be boys. Where is the harm" so I let him ramble on and ogle on. The other three senior boys came out of Antonio's house on to the patio. "Damn, Coach, we were just down in your trophy room. What you are doing here in Centerville is a mystery to me" Gary, a tall good looking blonde senior said. "Hey, coach, everyone else is gone. Can we have some beer?" It was Leo, another good looking well muscled senior. "Yeah, we won't tell, if you won't tell" added Mark, the third of the trio. Antonio looked at Angie and then at me as if hoping for some guidance. Angie looked at me and said, "Hell, Maggie, when you and I were their age, it was legal to drink beer. I think it would be ok. Don't you? I mean as long as they don't drink too much." Antonio laughed and said "In my country I grew up drinking beer and wine from the time I was 10. I have a hard time understanding why you Americans are so hard about this." It seemed settled or at least rationalized by the adults (who had probably had a little bit too much to drink ourselves already), so Antonio told the boys, "OK, but take it easy" Even Richard and Lori came up out of the pool. I saw Lori readjust her tiny swim suit bottom and then saw Richard lick his fingers. I don't think my eyes bugged out but my initial thought was that he had been fingering her pussy under water. Her nipples were hard and pressing out against the material of her top. I wondered why they hadn't left already to go get naked together. Beers were handed out. Billy, the boy that had been peeking down my suit most the evening, brought me one and sat down on the pool chair next to mine. It was obvious he wanted to say something but was too shy to come out with it. "Something on your mind, sailor?" I asked him with a smile. He got a bashful look on his face and swallowed about half the can of beer in one gulp. It gave him the bit of the courage that he needed, I guess, because he looked at me and said, "Ms Moran… Maggie… can I call you Maggie? I was wondering if you would like to maybe dance with me?" He was so cute, being bashful. But at the same time he was so handsome, so young, so virile. And I was flattered. Of course, the amount of wine and beer that I had poured down my throat, had relaxed me considerably. I listened. A nice soft ballad was playing. The air was cool. I felt like I was back in high school myself. "Sure, Billy… or maybe I should call you Bill since you are not a little boy any more" He smiled and my compliment seemed to give him new confidence. I stood up and he took me in his arms and we began to dance. Well, it wasn't exactly dancing. It was more just standing very closely together and swaying with the music. Our feet moved very little. I let myself get lost in the moment and laid my head on his shoulder. He had one hand in the middle of my back and he pulled me to him. My tits flatten out against his young hard chest. I felt his other hand slowly, hesitantly slide down my back and come to rest at the top of my ass. He then pulled my hips to his and I felt the bulge of his young hard cock. Because of the beer and wine, because of the cool air, because of the flattery of the situation, because of who knows why, I pressed my hips to his and let my pussy mound grind against his cock. We continued this way through the rest of the song and into the next. I looked up. Angie was dancing with Antonio. They were pressed together so tightly a ray of light couldn't pass between them. Their hands were roaming freely over each other's backs and butts. Richard and Lori were dancing also. But they had added another dimension to their slow dancing. Mark had joined them and was pressed up against Lori's ass from behind as Richard danced with her from in front. It was obvious that he had his hands on her hips grinding his cock against her ass. It was equally obvious that she had no objection to this arrangement. She had her lips locked to Richard's in a deep French kiss. Then she broke from it with him, looked over her shoulder, and locked lips with Mark. Richard didn't seem to mind at all. He let his hands come up her smooth tummy and cup her barely confined tits. He kissed her neck while she tongue wrestled with Mark. Leo approached Angie and Antonio. "Hey coach, looks like you know the moves off the field too." He laughed. "Can I join in or do I need to cut in?" Angie out an arm and brought him into their dance. She had her two men dancing to her front, her face between theirs. They were amazingly close to each other, the two men apparently not bothered by their intimate situation. The two men each had a hand on Angie's mostly bare ass. They moved as one to the music. Gary approached Bill and I. He didn't ask, he just stepped up behind me and pressed to me. I felt his hard cock between my ass cheeks. I could feel Bill's hard cock pressed against my pussy mound. I was a woman sandwich between two loaves of male cock. I looked up into Bill's eyes and smiled. I licked my lips and I kissed him, lightly at first but then deeply. My tongue was exploring his mouth. I felt him moan around my tongue. I felt his hard cock throb against my pussy. I then felt Gary's lips press against the side of my neck and his hands moved up my waist and then his hands were between Bill and I and were holding my tits. I suddenly felt very self-conscious, making out with these two boys. No, not boys, young men. Young men that found me desirable and wanted my body. I looked around certain that I would find everyone staring at us, shocked at my brazen behavior. What I found was quite the opposite. Lori was already naked and on her knees. Richard and Mark were standing with their cocks at her face. She was sucking on Richard while she slowly jacked Mark off. Richard was slowly fucking her pretty young face while Mark fucked her fist. Then she switched and sucked on Mark while jacking off Richard. Angie was in the process of removing her swim suit bottoms. Her tits were already exposed. Antonio was on his knees in front of her, helping her step out of them while Leo sucked on her tits. She had Leo's cock in her hand. Her eyes were closed and she was lost in her passion. As soon as her bottoms were off, Antonio leaned forward and pressed his mouth firmly against her pussy and began to eat her. Instead of feeling like a slut I suddenly felt like I was behind everyone else, which I was. I let one hand reach between Bill and I. I found his hard dick and squeezed it. My other hand reached behind me, between Gary and I. I found his hard dick and squeezed it. Gary's hand found the zipper on the front of my swim suit and pulled it down. My tits sprang free. He pulled the suit off my shoulders and then got on his knees behind me and pulled it down over my ass. It fell to the patio. I covered Bill's chest with kisses, biting his nipples, and pulled his trucks down. His hard cock sprang up and lightly slapped my face. I felt Gary gently push at my ankles and I spread my legs for him. I felt his tongue swabbing my ass and then explore between my cheeks. My legs spread even farther. I took Bill's cock into my mouth and began to suck it. He began to work his hips and was fucking my mouth. I could taste his clear semen on my tongue as the smooth head of his dick slid in and out of my mouth. I felt Gary's tongue probing my asshole as his fingers probed my pussy. It had been years since I had been so turned on and I felt certain that my pussy juice must be running down my thighs like water. I was able to see the other groups while I enjoyed the two men I was with. Angie was on her back on a flat pool lounger chair. Antonio was between her thighs, fucking her deeply. His hard cock glistened with her pussy juices as it entered and left her. Her hips rose and fell in time with his thrusts. I was surprised to see her pussy was clean-shaven. On her back, her tits flattened to her chest, with a clean-shaven cunt mound, she looked like she could have been younger than the boys we were with. Leo was squatting over her face, fucking her mouth and squeezing her tits. His head was thrown back. Either she was very good at sucking cock or he had never had his cock sucked before. It occurred to me that both were very likely. She was able to take him deep into her mouth so that his balls were resting on her chin. At that point she would work her face in tiny little strokes as she let the head of his dick into her throat. From her technique and the look on his face I could tell it wouldn't be long before he blasted his load of cum into her mouth. On the other side of them, it was even hotter to watch. Richard was on his back. Lori was laying down on top of his muscular chest, her thighs open wide, and his cock in her tightly stretched pussy. Mark was just removing his face from between her firm little ass cheeks, his face shining with moisture. Apparently he had been eating her asshole while she fucked her boyfriend. Mark then raised up and took his cock in his hand. He aimed it at Lori's asshole and pressed it forward slowly. Lori and Richard stopped their fucking to let him join them inside her body. Where had this young girl learned these things I wondered. Here was this young girl, barely a woman, doing things which I hadn't even heard of at her age and which I had never even tried. My attention was refocused. I felt Gary stand up from behind me and knew what was about to happen. I felt the head of his swollen cock run up and down my slit a couple of times. I looked up into Bill's eyes as I sucked his cock and saw nothing but lust there. I felt Gary's cock head open my labia. As hot as my pussy was, I could feel the heat radiate from his cock as he entered me. He pushed slowly, almost teasing me as his cock filled me. The ridge of his cock head caused tingles throughout my cunt tunnel. His cock came to rest deep against my cervix. I felt his pubic hair tickling my ass. And then he really began to fuck me. He grabbed my hips and thrust hard into my pussy. His pace was nice and steady. It was obvious that he had done lots of fucking before and I couldn't help but wonder who the lucky girl or girls had been. Then I felt the palm of his hand slap my soft ass cheek. The light pain was converted to pleasure as it spread through my pussy. Every time he would thrust into my cunt, it would drive my body forward and push my mouth further down Bill's cock. It took the three of us a couple of minutes but we found a rhythm. I was being taken at both ends by two well hung horny young men. Once we found our fucking and sucking timing, I was able to glance around at the two other groups out of the corner of my eyes. Leo was now between Angie's thighs fucking her. Like me, she was obviously enjoying the hardness of a young man's cock. He was feasting on her tits as he fucked her. Her hands were pulling his face tight to her tits and I could hear her moaning as his cock moved in and out of her. She raised her hips and wrapped her legs around his ass. Her hips worked up and down in time with his cock going in and out. It occurred to me that Antonio, Coach Verdi, was no longer with them. He was now with the three teenagers. Once again, I was surprised by what I saw. Richard was still fucking Lori's young but clearly not virginal cunt. Mark was still fucking her tight ass. Antonio was standing in front of Lori fucking her mouth. I couldn't help but be amazed at this young woman's sexual ability and lack of inhibition. No one seemed to be inhibited by this combination. Antonio had his hands on Lori's shoulders and was fucking her in the mouth. Mark had his hands on Lori's hips and was fucking her up the ass. Lori had her hands on either side of Richard's shoulders and was fucking his cock. Suddenly, Bill drove his cock deep into my throat and his cum started to pump out. He roared as his copious load filled my mouth. I swallowed quickly but as he fucked my mouth his cock dragged cum out and left it on my lips and chin. His throbbing cock in my mouth and Gary's thrusting cock in my cunt took me over the top. I felt my pussy heat up and tighten around his rock hard dick. Wave after wave of orgasm passed through me. I could only moan around Bill's still hard dick in my mouth but I'm sure Gary knew he was making me cum by the way my cunt muscles were milking his cock. While I was cumming, I was vaguely aware of Lori's almost animal howls of passion and orgasm. I was able to refocus some and saw that Antonio's load of white thick semen was all over her face and running down her neck on to her young firms tits. Richard continued to thrust up into her pussy while Mark filled her ass. Mark threw his head back and thrust hard up into bowels. It was obvious that he was pumping wad after wad of cum in her ass. And that seemed to be all that Richard needed. He growled, "Oh fuck you cum loving slut… take my cum… take my cum…" Mark had pulled out. I could see his load leaking out from her stretched asshole and running down to her pussy and onto Richard's thrusting cock. Richard pushed his cock hard up into his girlfriend's cunt and came. She continued to ride up and down his cock as her own orgasm swept over her. She had cum on her face, her tits, leaking out her ass, and now it dripped from her cunt. Next to me, Angie was cumming also. Leo must have cum once because I could see the thick white foam clinging to his cock as he fucked my friend. But I knew the great thing about teenage boys was that they could continue to fuck after cumming once, twice, or even three times without losing their hard-on. Angie was lost in orgasm. Her head tossed from side to side. Her chest was flush from passion and exertion. Her tits were crowned with hard tight nipples. Her hips thrust up to meet Leo's every thrust as he drove his cock into her ball deep time and time again. Suddenly Leo pulled out of her and pointed his throbbing cock at her face and tits. Wad of thick white cum followed wad of thick white cum as he shot his load onto her. It sprayed across her dark hair and pretty face. It landed between her tits and also on her nipples. It may have been his second load but it was plentiful. She was gathering it with her fingers and licking them clean. Soccer Moms And then I came again. There was so much visual stimulation… so many erotic things happening around me. Gary continued to fuck me. The staying power of this young man amazed me. But it couldn't last. As my cunt contracted around his cock this second time, he came. He grabbed my hips and thrust hard and deep into me. I felt his cock expanded and explode. I could feel his potent cum shooting onto my cervix, filling me, and then running out and down my thighs. The music continued to play in the background. Lori was laying across Richard's chest, her skin still gleaming with cum. Mark was spooning up to her from behind. Antonio had moved over to where Leo was now gently licking at Angie's freshly fucked cunt. Antonio offered her his semi hard cock which she took into her mouth. Bill and Gary were on either side of where I had collapsed and were sucking on my tits. Each of them had a finger in my cum soaked, but still needy pussy. I knew the party had just begun. I love being a soccer mom. Soccer Moms Author's Note: All persons in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old. ***** Leticia Clark is a tall, blonde forty year old divorced woman who is raising two teen-aged sons on her own. Her former husband pays her very generous child support and even sends her money for her personal expenses so she can be a full-time mother but otherwise has nothing to do with her or their children. One of her favorite activities is taking one or both of her sons to their soccer games and practices, mostly because of what happens afterward when she socializes with some of the parents of the other team members. There is a special group of those parents, divorced, separated, widowed or just men and women who like to fool around and Leticia is a regular member of that group. After every game or practice, unless she is responsible for driving the van that transports many of the players, she gets together with those other parents for the greatest carnal frolicking she has ever known. The most recent sexual tryst was after last Saturday's game, when she and six other men and women got together at the home of Dawn Myers, another of that merry band of revelers, who derives equal enjoyment from eating a pussy or taking a cock in any of her three different pleasure holes, sometimes having all of them filled at the same time. Dawn has the best place for the sexual escapades, so it was the consensus of the group that she would never drive the van and she would be the hostess for all the after-soccer fun. She received a large, comfortable house in her divorce settlement, with a big area in the basement that everybody calls "The Rumpus Room." That's a good name for the place, because that's where the wild rumpus occurs every time the group gets together. There are three soft, wide couches sitting against the walls and two mattresses with a plentitude of pillows that can be placed on the floor for those who need more room or for the threesomes that are so popular with the group. Condoms and squeeze bottles of lubricants are strategically placed everywhere in the room because all the members of the group prefer to practice safe sex with all fun and no downside. After leading Leticia and the four men and the other woman downstairs, Dawn acted on the lustful feelings she had been nursing all day. Those feelings had mostly been directed at Nick Nelson, the tall African American widower, who was new to the group but who also knew what he wanted. That was to get his cock into the plump, sexy red-haired Dawn and, from the way she had been cozying up to him even before the soccer game started, he was sure she wanted the same thing. He was right and, as soon as everybody was in the rumpus room with the door at the top of the stairs locked, she pressed her voluptuous body against him with her mouth open for his kiss. He did not disappoint her, and their lips were pressed tightly together as their tongues also greeted each other. While their kiss continued, her fingers went to work, unzipping Nick's jacket and starting on his shirt buttons. He reacted by lifting the hem of her sweater and reaching under with his hands to start fondling her succulent breasts, which he had already noticed were not restrained by a bra. As the kissing and fondling continued, the amorous pair stumbled their way to one of the couches and sprawled on it with their arms clutching each other. Once they were seated, Dawn ended their kiss because she had to watch what her hands were doing, which was unfastening his pants and unzipping his fly. With that done, she got up and knelt on the floor to take hold of the waistband of his jeans and start to pull them off. Nick raised his ass above the cushions of the couch and she tugged on his pants legs until they were around his ankles. After removing his shoes and socks, she finished taking off his jeans and gazed with lust at the big, dark cock that was so hard it seemed to be trying to tear a hole through his jockey shorts. Being careful with the elastic waistband, she pulled his underwear down and off around his feet, grinning when his massive black erection popped into view. She wanted to do much more than look, of course, for she had just lucked into one of those mythical beings, a hung black stud. Nick wanted the same thing so he slid forward to the edge of the couch. Dawn gently held his huge cock in one hand and leaned forward to start licking him, starting at the scrotum and continuing up to the hard purple head. Like a child licking a melting Popsicle, she used her lips and tongue to caress the whole stiff shaft, including under the ridge and probing into the slit on the end. The others all got active too. Craig Nolan, the father of the team captain, came up behind Leticia, wrapped his arms around her and started fondling her big, soft breasts. He is married but his wife has no interest in soccer so she pays no attention to his taking their oldest son to the field on Saturdays. He finds it prudent to avoid describing what happens after the games or practices are over for the day. "I've been wanting to get my hands on these beauties all day," he murmured into her ear. "Well, they've been waiting for you all day," she answered him. Leticia pushed his hands away but only so she could pull her shirt from her jeans and remove her bra so Craig would have better access to the big, ripe orbs he found so appealing. His hands gently kneaded the firm flesh while his fingers tweaked her pale pink nipples, which quickly went from semi-erect to completely rigid. To better continue with their sexual pleasures, she stuck her hand inside his belt and led him to one of the mattresses. Jim Davis, who urgently desired to eat her pussy that day, was waiting for her, barefoot and with his shirt off. That left Carrie Wellman and Mike Howell but neither of that pair was loath to coupling together that day. They had known each other, in the biblical sense, several times already that season and had enjoyed their coupling immensely. Without hesitation, Carrie lay down on another of the couches, pulled a pillow into place under her head and grinned lewdly as Mike got busy on the buttons of her flannel shirt. "Get that shirt off me, Mike," she urged him. "You know where I want your tongue. At least to start." He did, indeed, know. As soon as Carrie was bare above the waist, he leaned forward and started licking the nearest of her small, but very sensitive dark brown nipples. He held that breast gently in one hand while his other fondled its equally delightful twin. "Yeah! Yeah! That's the place," she encouraged him. Mike didn't really need the information or the urging because he was familiar enough with her body already. Carrie was the youngest of the three women in the rumpus room that day and probably the best looking. She has long, dark hair, dark eyes and rather dusky skin. Her breasts are not as big as those of the other women there but are perfectly formed and have highly sensitive, dark brown nipples. The man with her has a bushy, brown mustache and she really loves the feel of it against her adorable nubbins and the surrounding tan flesh. She also knew its bristles would feel even better against her pussy lips and clit while Mike was going all the way down on her. But there was really no hurry and that would happen when he and the pretty brunette were ready. He started on one nipple and continued on that precious nubbin until it was so rigid he could feel the tiny ridges that made it erect as well as the pebbly texture of her areola. From there, he switched to the second of the lovely pair with the same result. He loves performing orally on a beautiful and sensuous woman such as he was doing thin and, although Carrie's sweet and sensitive pussy would be the most fun of all, he wanted to enjoy everything else about what they were doing. His tongue switched back and forth between her breasts while the highly aroused young woman under him writhed in bliss, moaning of her joy and lust and begging for more. "I love that, Mike," she interrupted her sounds of pleasure to say. "But it's my pussy that really needs you." She had felt herself lubricating and could smell the aroma of the juices being produced, even through her denim pants. Mike detected their fragrance too and it was one of the most delectable scents in his experience. His mouth was having a lot of fun on Carrie's breasts but he knew there were more and greater delights to be had slightly lower on the sexy brunette's body. Still being in no hurry, he first licked between the delightful globes and caressed their slopes with his tongue before starting to kiss and lick and nuzzle his way down her body toward his goal. Briefly, he stopped to swirl his tongue within her navel and Carrie giggled as she pushed on his shoulders to propel him lower. He stopped again when he reached the waist of her blue jeans and paused to unbuckle the beaded belt she was wearing and to unbutton her pants and pull down the zipper. He had to get off the sofa then to take hold of the denim fabric and start to tug on her jeans. Carrie raised her ass to help and Mike peeled the garment down, paused to remove her sneakers and sox and pulled her pants the rest of the way down and off around her feet. That left her wearing only her silky panties and he didn't take long to change that. No longer covered by the heavy fabric, the aroma of her wet pussy pleased his nostrils as he breathed it in. Mike carefully placed his fingers in the elastic waistband of the wisp of fabric and started to pull down her last garment. Once again, Carrie raised her ass off the sofa cushion so he could peel them around her ass and all the way down her legs to be tossed aside on top of her jeans. Completely naked and ready to give herself absolutely to pleasure, she smiled lasciviously at the man who was about to continue giving her the sexual thrills she had come there to find. Just as eager as Carrie, Mike leaned forward and she raised and spread her legs to let them rest on his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and leaned forward to revel in the incredible aroma of her bare pussy, which was even more intoxicating than it had been while she was wearing panties. She had carefully shaved her pussy that day and Mike gazed upon the dusky, unblemished skin surrounding her inner lips, devoid of any hair that might otherwise have gotten in the way. The labia were dark pink and swollen with her lust and added immensely to Carrie's strong sexual appeal. He didn't gaze upon the beautiful scene for very long because, when it comes to gorgeous pussies like the one in front of his face, Mike much prefers licking to just looking. The two first places he applied his tongue were the insides of her thighs where some of her honey had dripped. As he anticipated, the juices were ambrosia to him and his tongue cleaned up those few drops and started licking upward on her crotch, catching all the delicious treat as it dripped from the beautiful pink hole that was producing it. Craig and Jim had started doing the same for Leticia and, when they were done taking off her shirt, she sat up so the two men could finish their removal of her clothing. Jim, who loves eating a juicy pussy such as that of the woman in front of him, began to unbuckle her belt with that kind of feast in mind and the other man, who also derives immense pleasure from using his mouth on a sexy woman's body, concentrated his oral attentions on Leticia's lovely breasts. In anticipation of what would be happening over the next several hours, her light pink nipples were already as hard as pebbles and, when Craig's agile tongue started to lap at one of the delightful nubbins, he could feel the tiny spines that were making it erect. Wanting to wait until she was wet before starting to eat Leticia's pussy, Jim applied his mouth to her other breast. The two men really loved sharing the blonde's big, luscious globes but she was having the most fun of all. Her body was squirming blissfully under their combined attentions until she could feel her pussy starting to lubricate. Jim was also aware of her level of sexual excitement because he could smell the delectable aroma of the juices being produced so he abandoned the breast he had been licking and sucking and started kissing and nuzzling his way down the voluptuous blonde's soft, sexy body. Leticia was very much in favor of the idea and she encouraged him in his journey. "Do it, Jimmy!" she urged him. "You know how much I love it when you eat my hot little cunny." He loved it too but considered getting there to be a major part of the fun. In no hurry, Jim nuzzled his way down her body, also stopping briefly to tickle her navel with his tongue. Leticia giggled and would have pushed on his shoulders to hurry him on his quest but, by that time, Craig's mouth was alternating between her breasts and his body was in the way of her arms. Jim stopped when he reached her Mount of Venus, got off the mattress and quickly got back on at the foot. The goal of his attentions was obvious to Leticia and she waited until he was between her thighs with his face directly above her pussy before raising and spreading her legs for him. Jim ducked under them and wrapped his arms around her thighs, bringing his face no more than inches from the sweet pink and white confection that was the object of his lust. One reason Leticia especially loves to have Jim Davis eat her pussy is that he is a connoisseur in the art. Expecting him to want to go down on her that day after the soccer game she, like Carrie, had carefully shaved herself, making her skin soft and smooth and ultra-sensitive to pleasure herself and the man who was licking her. There was a wait of a few seconds after he got into position but she knew it was because he so much admires the sight and aroma of her pussy and what he would be doing was well worth the slight delay. She nestled her head in the pillow and made herself ready to be taken to Paradise. As Leticia had surmised, Jim started by gazing on the gorgeous pussy before his eyes, admiring the pale, smooth skin that surrounded the lovely lips, which were a dark, rosy pink and engorged with Leticia's sexual excitement. With his fingers, he spread them and breathed in deeply of the cloud of fragrance that arose to please his nostrils. The sexy blonde was squirming avidly under his face and a few drops of her honey had splashed or trickled out onto her inner thighs. Jim licked off this treat and found it to be, as he had expected, even more delectable than her aroma. Happily, he moved his face in closer and started his repast. Waves of pleasure rippled through Leticia's body as Jim licked upward on her crotch until he had almost reached her wet pink hole and, from there, she felt his talented tongue switch to one of her cleanly shaven outer lips. While her body continued its involuntary movements of joy, the wet giver of pleasure slowly and thoroughly licked the entire length of the lip until Jim stopped and kissed her mons. He raised his head from what he was doing and Leticia looked down and saw his face with her juices smeared all over his mouth. The sight was erotic but she was glad the delay was very brief before he buried his face in her pussy to resume eating her out. Once again, incredible pleasure swirled through her body as she felt Jim's agile tongue caressing a pussy lip and from where her other sex partner's lips and tongue were still fondling her breasts. Three of her most erogenous areas were being pleasured at once and she was writhing blissfully under the men's faces. Although Craig was having fun and giving her as much pleasure as she could have asked for, Leticia had something else she wanted to do with him. "I really love what you guys are doing for me," she murmured. "But, Craig, do you want to be the one to be sucked now?" Although he had been truly relishing the feel of Leticia's breasts, especially her nipples against his tongue and lips, he definitely preferred having her sucking his cock. He had removed his shirt and jacket earlier but was still wearing his pants and shoes. Craig raised his upper body from the breasts he had been fondling with his mouth in order to finish undressing, which also gave a view of the bulge in his crotch to the woman who would be sucking his cock as soon as he was ready. Leticia grinned lasciviously at the welcome sight and turned her head to the side so her mouth would be easily available to him. After quickly stripping off the rest of his clothing, Craig knelt beside the woman and placed his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth widely and, still on his knees, he moved in more closely to slide the head inside. Leticia moved her face forward to take his erection the rest of the way into her mouth until the end was brushing against the back of her mouth. She stroked him a few times with her lips before opening her throat and letting his entire cock glide in until it was engulfed by her warm, wet chamber of joy and her lips and nose were being tickled by his curly brown pubic hair. Slowly and lovingly, she started moving her face back and forth, stroking his cock between her lips while her tongue was caressing its length. Dawn had given head to Nick too but only briefly because what she wanted more than anything else was to get his big cock in her pussy. While the object of her desire was still in her mouth, she had divested herself of her cardigan and blouse, leaving her bare above the waist. When she was ready to fuck, Dawn stood up and quickly stripped off the rest of her clothing, tossing it aside and leaving herself as naked as he was because Nick had removed his jacket and shirt while having his cock sucked. She reached over to the table beside the sofa, picked up one of the biggest condoms she had and tore off the cover. While he held his cock upright, she placed the center of the latex disc against the end of his prodigious erection and rolled on the protection. When it was in place, Nick knelt on the sofa and it was obvious that he wanted to be on top. This was not a problem to his hostess and she picked up a pillow and placed it under her head while she lay on her back with her legs spread. Supporting his weight with one forearm on the back of the sofa, he held his cock in the other hand and leaned forward until the tip was pressed against the entrance of Dawn's pussy. She was spreading her lips with the thumb and fingers of one hand while she guided Nick's massive tool with the other. When contact was made, he rubbed the end in her plentiful wetness before pressing forward to make the first penetration. Dawn first felt the slippery head squeeze between her finger and thumb then squealed in delight as it wedged its way into her waiting pink hole. This was what she had been wanting all day while sitting in the bleachers but she knew she would have to wait a few more seconds before the rest of the thick shaft could be eased into her wet pussy, which was eager to be stuffed as it never had been before. She also knew it would be worth the wait. Nick is fully aware how big his cock is and wanted to avoid giving his partner any pain or even discomfort, especially since this was his first time with the group and he wanted to be accepted as a permanent member. He took his time about plowing his cock into Dawn. Just ramming the whole thing in, even if he could do so, would be a bad idea in every way. Like most men, he enjoyed sex the most when he was giving pleasure to his partner too. And, he was certainly doing that. Waves of joy were already swirling through Dawn's body from the first thrust into her pussy but the next one was even better. A moan of joy escaped her lips as another inch of the thick, black cylinder was buried inside her. The sexy redhead shifted her position slightly so she would be able to start fucking back to meet the huge giver of joy. The next time she felt the big cock surging into her pussy, she thrust her body back to meet it and almost half its length was imbedded in the needy place that so badly wanted it. Dawn moaned blissfully and let her choice of man know what she wanted. Soccer Moms "Give me that big schlong, Nick. I want it all." She got what she wanted, but in small increments. After a long series of firm mutual thrusts, his entire cock was buried in Dawn's avid pussy and his curly black pubic hair was tickling the clean-shaven skin surrounding her lips. Like all the other women in the group, she had used her razor that day, which made her ultra-sensitive to the kind of stimulation she was expecting. The eager redhead reached her arms up in an unmistakable invitation and Nick quickly responded by lying atop her with his hands under her biceps. His hot and horny hostess responded by wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders and whispering to him how much she loved the feel of his cock inside her. Once again, they lay without moving, this time to revel in the tremendous pleasure they were giving to and getting from each other. Carrie and Mike were having just as much fun and not delaying anything. After his tongue had cleaned off all the first gush of her juices, he started licking between a pair of inner and outer lips. She was squirming under his skillful ministrations and sighing in joy as his tongue meandered upward, sending out ripples of pleasure from the slick outer lip and from its swollen inner partner. Slowly, because there was no hurry, he licked all the way to her soft tan mons, which he kissed before bringing his mouth back to where he had started. She was already in a highly aroused state and had produced a prodigious amount of honey, which Mike licked from where it had flowed. After devouring every drop, he started licking between her other pair of lips, treating these the same except, possibly, for being even slower and more deliberate in what he was doing. At the point where the lips are close together, he canted his head slightly so he could ease his tongue in between them, reveling in the contrast of the slick, wet texture of the outer lip to the puffiness of the inner one. By the time his mouth reached the end of this pair of labia, her body was writhing in bliss and her head, with eyes closed and mouth slightly parted, was tossing back and forth on the pillow. Carrie knew she was getting close to coming and let her partner know. "I love that Mike! I love the way you eat my pussy. I love your mustache! You're gonna make me come like crazy." He was already aware of that from the way the hot brunette's sexy body was writhing in front of him. He loved everything about eating out Carrie, from the fabulous beauty of her pussy to the intoxicating aroma of her juices and their delicious flavor to hearing her sigh and moan and whimper in bliss. However, the incredible sensation of his mouth against her smooth skin and swollen lips was the best part up to that point but he also knew the epitome of pleasure for him would be when her engorged clit was held snugly in his mouth and she was coming. It was almost time for that glorious event to occur and, after lapping up all of Carrie's fresh honey, his tongue started licking once again at her crotch. He licked upward, relishing all the juices trickling from her until he reached their lovely source. Pressing his face in as close to the pink flesh as he could, Mike probed that beautiful place with the tip of his tongue, sending intense pleasure rocketing through Carrie's body from every single place he touched. Licking everything repeatedly, his tongue slowly advanced until it reached the top edge of the pink hole that had merited such attention to detail. By that time, Carrie was going berserk with lust and joy. She was fucking up against the face between her thighs and her legs were thrusting back and forth past Mike's head. Her body was even more active, pitching and tossing all over the sofa. She needed to come as much as she had ever needed anything in her life and she told him about it. "Suck my clit, Mike! I need to come! Make me come!" That was what he wanted too and he moved his mouth slightly higher to engulf Carrie's swollen clit. She was still fucking strongly against his face and he sucked on the swollen morsel in the same tempo while his tongue caressed the top and sides. Her movements became even more erratic until she cried out ecstatically "Yes! Yes! I'm coming." Carrie's legs clamped themselves tightly onto Mike's head and she reached down and grabbed his hair in both her hands. Her body started to jackknife, sitting up and flopping back onto the sofa while her legs oscillated from side to side, all in rhythm with her pussy jamming into the face of the man whose head was held prisoner by her legs. He kept both arms wrapped tightly around her thighs and his mouth continued working over her clit for as long as she was in the heady state of coming. When her orgasm overwhelmed her, Carrie's back arched, ramming her pussy against Mike's face; her arms and legs clamped tightly onto him and all her muscles spasmed. After coming, she relaxed completely, sagging back onto the sofa like a tan and pink puddle. Mike took advantage of her state to devour all the fresh juices from her pussy, licking them off her legs, belly and lips, even sucking them from the wet hole that had produced them. Her legs were still draped over his shoulders when he backed away and he let them gently drop onto the sofa cushions. Her tremendous orgasm had used up most of Carrie's energy and she had to rest for a while but Mike couldn't wait. The aroma and flavor of her juices and everything else about eating her pussy had gotten him highly aroused and he needed a pussy or mouth or even an ass in which to alleviate this pleasant state. Fortunately, he didn't have to look very hard or very far to find what he wanted. Dawn had persuaded Nick to let her get on top and hadn't had a hard time doing it. He likes any kind of fucking if his partner is a sexpot like the redhead and, with her on top in whatever position she wanted, he would be able to gaze upon her bouncing, swaying breasts and/or stroke any part of her voluptuous body. She wanted to get on top because, for one thing, she likes the position and, for another, she hoped to become the middle of a double penetration. When she saw Mike approaching, his cock bouncing up and down like a diving board, Dawn knew he was just what she wanted. "Hey Mike. C'mon over and fuck my ass," she invited him without a trace of coyness or reticence. It was exactly what he wanted. He had fucked her there in the past and knew how tight and hot she is. After rolling a condom onto his cock, he picked up one of the small squeeze bottles of lubricant and went over to the sofa where Dawn was repeatedly impaling her pussy on Nick's big cock. He climbed on and knelt between their legs and Dawn, when she saw Mike was almost ready, reached back and spread her ass cheeks for him. "Oil me up really good, Mike. This cock in my pussy is one of the biggest." She and Nick ceased their movements to wait for the newcomer to prepare her ass and otherwise start fucking her there. He removed the cap from the bottle, reached between Dawn's cheeks to pry open a small hole and placed the tip of the bottle into it. She murmured in delight when she felt the gush of the cool, oily liquid and wiggled her ass in an invitation to continue. The finger eased in to spread the lube felt even better and Dawn was anticipating a great time as the filling in the sandwich about to be assembled. Seconds after the finger was removed, she felt a hard, blunt object pressed against the same opening and held her cheeks farther apart to be able to accommodate the second cock in her lush form. The first thrust spread her open even farther and the head wedged into her tight, oily ass, sending thrills of pleasure swirling through her body. The next stroke buried almost an inch of the shaft in her and Dawn reached farther back to move her fingers in closer to the tight place that was being crammed so well. Mike moved his hands up to her soft hips and, for leverage, pulled back on them while thrusting forward. Dawn fucked back to meet him and half his cock buried itself in the tight hole that wanted it. Leticia was having a great time with the cock she was sucking off. Craig was kneeling beside her face and his body was writhing in bliss as the tall blonde slowly moved her face back and forth, taking his hard shaft all the way down her throat, every stroke ending with her lips being pressed against his crotch. Her tongue was active too, caressing the long shaft as it moved back and forth. She loved taking Craig's cock between her lips, feeling them being forced apart by its girth and she loved the way it filled her mouth with every stroke. Sucking off Craig was almost as much fun as what Jimmy's mouth was doing for her pussy. But not quite. After licking her second pair of pussy lips up to her mons, he had kissed her there and brought his mouth back down to lap up every drop of her fresh juices. Leticia's body was thrashing all over the mattress and he knew it was almost time to bring her to an orgasm, to be followed, he hoped, by burrowing his cock into her pussy for some great fucking. With that in mind, he squeezed his face in as close to the object of his desire as he could and still breathe, and started to lick upward until he reached the delightful place he expected to soon be welcoming his cock. Leticia knew she was close to coming and wanted to follow that by having Craig come into her mouth but was not thinking about what she would be doing after that. One reason was that her body was saturated with joy and she wanted so much to come against Jimmy's face. She did have presence of mind enough to remove the cock from her mouth, not because she didn't like it but because she didn't want to bite down on it while in the throes of coming. "Don't go away," she told Craig. "I still want to finish sucking you off and you owe me a nice mouthful of cum." To emphasize her wishes, she lightly held his shaft in her fingers and kissed the head. Having taken care of that unpleasant possibility, Leticia gave herself completely over to the incredible pleasure being given to her by Jim's talented mouth. In minutes, she was glad she did because his tongue was probing against her wet pink hole and, although he would not be able to actually thrust it into her, the tip would explore under the rim to stimulate some of her most sensitive places. "Lick my pussy!" she implored him. "Keep licking me like that; your tongue feels wonderful!" Whether he heard her or not, Jimmy did what she wanted. Leticia felt his hot breath panting against her wetness and then his tongue was probing between the pink place it had just left and her engorged clit. "Yes! Yes! Suck my clit," she urged him. Like the rest of her overheated body, Leticia's thighs were thrashing around on the mattress and they may have been covering Jimmy's ears so he may not have heard her but he did what she wanted anyhow. He moved his face slightly so his mouth could envelop her clit, which had swollen so much it had pushed itself completely clear of its protective hood. Leticia felt his lips clamping onto her and she felt Jimmy's tongue caressing the sweetest of her sweet spots. Minutes later, she cried out in joy as she felt her climax begin to erupt. Her thighs clamped onto the sides of his head and Leticia's hands grabbed Jim's hair to keep him in place. Her rapturous pitching and tossing almost doubled and she came close to rolling off the mattress and taking Jimmy with her. Craig watched Leticia in the throes of coming and was glad she had taken his cock out of her mouth because it might have otherwise been bitten off. When her orgasm hit her with its full force, all her muscles clenched and she jammed her pussy for a last time against the face of the man who had brought about that joyful event. Jim had hung on tightly while Leticia was coming but, when she was through, he removed his mouth from her clit, which was still swollen, and lapped the ocean of honey from her legs, belly and everywhere else he could find it, except he did not suck it from the pink hole that had been the source of the delicious juices. He expected to fuck her after she had caught her breath and wanted to leave them where they would perform their natural function of lubrication. After licking up all he would allow himself, he backed away, letting Leticia's legs drop onto the mattress and rolled over onto his back to wait until she was ready for his cock. Leticia may not have been ready but Carrie was. Her orgasm from having her pussy eaten by Mike had been terrific but she was ready for more, in particular getting a nice, stiff cock in the same place. She got to her knees and, just a few feet away, was Jim, lying on his back with his hard shaft pointing straight up at the ceiling. "That's for me," she told herself, and started to move closer. On her way, Carrie picked up a condom from the extensive supply that was scattered all over the rumpus room. Jim had his eyes closed but, when he felt somebody climbing onto the mattress and straddling his knees, he opened them and gazed on the sexy naked body of Carrie. She grinned impishly at him and leaned forward to take his cock into her mouth and stroke it between her lips while laving it with her tongue. At first, he thought she wanted to suck him off but, when she removed her mouth from around his shaft and started to roll on a condom, he knew better. "Welcome aboard," he told her with a smile on his lips. Although it had been fun, Carrie had just used her mouth to get Jim's cock wet so she could more easily slip on the condom. When that was done, she moved up on his recumbent form, her hands holding her pussy lips to spread them. Jim reached down to his cock to hold it in place and the young brunette moved closer and raised her pussy when she was directly above his pubic area. She lowered herself slowly to let Jim move the head around in her wetness, then slowly moved her pussy until she felt the end of his cock pressed against her wet waiting hole. After making sure it was perfectly in place, she lowered her body slightly more and felt the head of Jim's erection wedge into her where she wanted it. Carrie sighed happily as pleasure rippled through her body at the delightful sensation of having her pink hole expanded by the initial insertion of his cock. There were more happy sounds from her and from Jim too as Carrie kept moving her pussy and the first part of his shaft burrowed into her. He could feel her educated internal muscles massaging him and she could feel herself being stretched from the course of the penetration. She continued impaling herself in small increments until Jim's entire cock was buried in her pussy and his pubic hair was tickling her clean-shaven pussy. Carrie continued moving up and down for a few strokes and Jim rammed his cock into her with every one, their bodies coming together with a pleasant wet sound. However, that was not what she wanted. Although Carrie was deriving a great amount of pleasure from what they were doing, she prefers the full body contact of the Female Superior Position and she told the man under her what she wanted to do. "I want to lay on top of you, Jim. Just stay like that for a minute." As he lay under her, Carrie placed a hand on his chest to support her weight and straightened out her legs so they were parallel with his and to the outside. When they were lying together in the way she wanted, he reached up to place his hands on her shoulders so he would be able to caress her naked form once she started moving to and fro. Carrie slid her hands under Jim's shoulders so she could push against the mattress with them once those movements began. They lay like that for a few seconds before she started to slide forward, slowly removing her pussy from around his cock. When she had gone as far as she wanted, Carrie stopped and started to move back, embedding Jim's shaft inside her pussy the way she loves to do. When she was most of the way back, he thrust upward, driving his cock deeply into her and eliciting sighs of joy from them both. As Craig watched the man and woman next to him, he grew more and more eager to get his cock back inside Leticia's mouth where he considered it to belong. He was glad she hadn't bitten him but he had been immensely enjoying the blow job she had been giving him and wanted to resume. Leticia was lying on her back with her head on a pillow, still resting, with her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open in a smile of bliss and he knew what to do about that. Holding his cock in his hand, Craig moved in closer until he was right next to her face. Very gently, he placed the head on her lips and rubbed it against them. Leticia opened her eyes, saw and felt the cock resting against her lips and reached out with her tongue to lick it. He was still holding it in place so she rolled onto her side facing him, opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue in an invitation. Craig responded by moving forward and placing his cock against her lips again and she used her tongue to draw it all the way into her mouth. Seconds later, she was slowly moving her face back and forth and taking the hard shaft all the way down her throat and back out while her tongue relished the feel of the smooth skin stretched over the hard roundness. Over and over, Craig's cock filled her mouth, bringing joy to her and to the man she was sucking off, until she felt his shaft start to throb. Leticia knew what that meant so she stopped giving deep throat and positioned her tongue so his cum would gush onto it and please her taste buds as well as all the rest of her mouth. She increased her speed too and she could hear him gasping as his body writhed in front of her. A few seconds after the change in pace, Leticia felt the cock in her mouth jerking and she stopped her movements so she would derive the full benefit from the mouthful of cum she was about to get. The first spurt landed on her tongue, exactly where she wanted it. Leticia had only a few seconds to enjoy it when the next one covered the same place. She continued stroking rapidly with her lips and coaxed a third burst of semen from Craig but that was all she would get from his ejaculations. Holding his cock gently in her fingers, she swirled the cum in her mouth, fully relishing the taste and texture before letting it slip down her throat. Knowing there was more semen available, the avid blonde licked everything off the shaft, which was still hard, and from under the ridge. Finally, she cosseted the head between her lips and squeezed lightly on the rigid cylinder until she was sure all the cum had been squeezed out and onto her tongue. She savored this mouthful the same way before kissing the tip of Craig's cock as the happy man and woman relaxed on the mattress. Jim and Carrie were too wrapped up in their own joyful coupling to pay any attention to what their neighbors on the mattress were doing. As she slid back and forth on top of him and he thrust his cock up to meet her, his hands were stroking her soft, smooth back and sides. Their movements were slow, almost languid, and they were whispering to each other of their intense pleasure. "This is just too wonderful for words," she murmured. "I could do this all day with you." Carrie just wished she could because she could feel her orgasm mounting steadily and knew she would be coming within minutes. "Me too." Jim could also feel his climax building but wanted to fuck slowly to make their fun last as long as possible. Back and forth she moved and he jammed his cock deeply into her with every stroke. Knowing she was close to coming, Carrie decided to make that orgasm the best she could manage. Their current position was better for steady fucking but she would climax better if she got back up into the Cowgirl Position. Soccer Moms "I'm almost ready to come, Jimmy," she told her partner. "I want to straighten up like I was before." "Okay." She started with his cock as deeply inside her pussy as it could get and bent one knee so that shin was flat on the floor while placing her hands on his chest again. Next, she bent the other knee and pushed herself up until she was on her knees and straddling Jim again. After waiting a few seconds, Carrie started to move her body up and down, extracting her pussy from around Jim's cock and engulfing it again. Her movements were straight up and down for the first strokes, then she started leaning backward, massaging her clit against his shaft as she raised her body and again when she impaled her pussy. Jimmy matched her, thrusting up into her pussy as she lowered her body and feeling her clit rake across the top surface of his cock while her body yawed from side to side on top of him. It didn't take much of this exquisite pleasure before Carrie's second climax of the day began to sweep across her body. She cried out joyously and started fucking herself harder and faster. Her body was weaving from side to side as she moved up and down and Jim feared she might fall off him, so he reached out and grasped her hips, wanting to prevent such a dreadful thing. He also wanted to keep ramming his cock up into her as strongly as possible. "Oh, god!" Carrie cried out as her orgasm overwhelmed her body. Her back arched and her muscles clenched and immediately relaxed completely as she started to fall forward. Jim didn't stop and didn't relax, but held her in place and continued to plunge his shaft up into the brunette's pussy until his climax also struck, boiling up from his body to erupt out his cock. A gob of semen shot out into his condom but he kept fucking up into Carrie's pussy until he had ejaculated twice more. He knew he was through then and let his partner finish falling on top of him. They remained in their tight embrace, resting and catching their breaths and preparing for more carnal fun, either together or with the other members of the group. It had taken Mike and Dawn a long time to get his cock buried in her ass but the effort was more than worth it. She was tight there, largely because her pussy was crammed by the big, black cock of Nick, who was also immensely enjoying the strenuous movements of his partners. Every thrust Mike made moved the woman sprawled on top of him and the talented muscles of her pussy massaged the huge shaft of the man on the bottom, sending waves of pleasure through his body. When the insertion was finally complete, he was flat on his back with his cock buried in Dawn's front pleasure hole and his hands grasping her hips while Mike was on top of the hot redhead with his hands clutching her shoulders and his cock so far inside her ass he could feel his pubic hair brushing the damask skin of the insides of her ass cheeks. They lay like that while the sexual pleasure throbbed through their bodies until Mike started to slowly withdraw his shaft. He paused when just the head was still inside Dawn's anal sphincter, then pulled back on her shoulders to begin driving his cock forward. Nick felt the other man's hard organ surging into the woman they were sharing and pushed against her hips to pull free of her sexy body. He stopped when only the head of his cock was still within Dawn's pussy and Mike stopped when he had driven all the way back and was imbedded in her ass again. As before, they stayed like that for almost a minute, reveling in the waves of joy that were coursing through their bodies until Nick's cock started to plow into the wet pussy above him and Mike's stiff shaft was being slowly withdrawn from Dawn's ass. The trio continued moving like that, as if they were a pair of black and white pistons plunging into Dawn while she moaned and whimpered and sobbed in joy and alternated fucking back to meet the two hard cocks that were steadily driving her toward her first orgasm of what she hoped would be many that day. "My god, that's fabulous," she gasped. "Keep fucking me like that. Both of you. You're gonna make me come like a slut." That was exactly what the two men wanted to do. Although Nick had never been part of one of the group's post-soccer sex parties, both he and Mike had athletic backgrounds and knew the value of teamwork. With no discussion, they had teamed up to give themselves and Dawn as much carnal pleasure as they could. And that was a lot. Her body was active between them, besides fucking back to meet to meet their thrusts into her ass and pussy. Dawn's legs were kicking aimlessly, with her feet thumping the sofa cushions and her arms were waving like those of a novice swimmer as she reacted to the excruciating pleasure she was receiving in two pleasure holes. With every stroke into her ass or pussy, Dawn could feel her climax mounting and she knew she would come soon and that it would be a fabulous orgasm. The two men were also building toward their own climaxes and, with every thrust into the voluptuous redhead, they drew closer to coming. They were not racing but, if they had been, Dawn would have been the winner. "Yes! Yes!" she cried out joyously as her orgasm began to overwhelm her body. "Keep fucking me!" She lost what little control she had over her muscles and might even have fallen onto the floor if she hadn't been held in place by the other parts of the sandwich. There was nothing those other parts wanted more than to keep fucking Dawn, except that, in tacit agreement, they increased the speed of their strokes. The woman between them kept babbling about how wonderful they were until she interrupted herself to warble in ecstasy as her thunderous orgasm detonated inside her. She completely relaxed after that but the two men continued to drive their cocks into her ass and pussy. Nick was the next to come and his climax erupted like a geyser, filling his condom with semen. Seconds later, it was the turn of Mike, whose climax exploded as he grunted happily and shot out a big wad of cum. As Nick had, he continued plunging his cock in and out of the place that had felt so fantastic until he was also through coming. The three people on the sofa lay in a happy pile, breathing deeply and telling each other how fabulous it had been. If anybody had asked the participants, they would have been unanimous in saying everything about the post soccer game sex party was fabulous. However, nobody would have asked such a question because they were all having too much fun to waste their time chatting about what a terrific time they were having. Every man and woman there had come at least once and they were all looking forward to more of the same kind of action. Leticia had seen Nick's massive cock before it disappeared into their hostess's pussy and wanted to get it into her own. Carrie had heard how good Dawn was at going down on a woman and wanted to find out first hand. Her few lesbian experiences were limited to some experimentation while in college and she was interested in learning more. The bosomy redhead was thinking along the same lines. The rest of the revelers may not have had definite ideas of what they were going to be doing for the rest of the sex party but they did expect the carnal fun to continue until each of them was sexually satisfied and that, already thinking ahead, the next week's escapades would be at least as great as that day's had started out to be. Soccer Mom's 470RX The plane landed in beautiful Florida. I was going to meet you the woman I had fantasized about for months. I knew you drove a Lexus SUV, I knew you loved younger men and I knew you loved your pussy filled. We had one conversation on e-mail if I recall right. And never spoke again until you honked the horn at the arrival terminal. We drove off with me in the passenger seat when you said, “I need to make one stop to drop off lunch to my daughters.” While I was waiting in the parking lot I started wondering if you would do what I wanted to do right now. Wondering if I could put the seats down in your Lexus and lay your body across the leather and slide off all the material that is attached to your skin. Wondering if I could caress your neck down behind your ears to your breasts as I do a spiral around your rosy nipples. Just before leaving for your tummy taking a feisty lil pinch to get your blood rushing. I can hear your breathing getting deeper as your fingers gripped with anticipation onto the leather. I run my hands down your sides to your hips and pull you closer. Sliding over your hips to the inside of your thighs. Firmly I press your legs apart to see your swelling lips glisten with your nectar. Slowly I run both my thumbs up your slit until I reach the hood to your electrifying switch plucking it with a snap, you convulse into a rhythm. I lower my head and take a long enduring taste of your warm sticky honey and need another taste. As I take another wonder full draw with my tongue I plunge it with force into your awaiting pussy and feel you contract around it. Your bush tickles my nose as it bumps your trigger with each motion of my tongue pumping in and out as you writhe with pleasure. Your hands suddenly grip the back of my head and pull my face harder into your pussy. Your folds are smearing me with all your wonderful juices. I run my long middle finger into your snatch and use your fluids to lubricate your ass. A quiver runs through your spine as your starfish puckers with anticipation. Relaxing, as much as possible, it opens just enough for my finger to slide in. Curling it toward me it rubs your inner walls and compounds the effects of your overpowering orgasm. Your hips bucking, sweat dribbling down your chin, screams perpetuating through your lips in vulgar statements of “EAT MY SOAKING PUSSY” “”LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK” “GIVE ME YOUR PROTEIN” “LET ME FEEL YOU IN ME” All with such vigor that all I can do is taste river after flowing river of your orgasm. Cum is soaking into the leather… staining my mind with flavors I can only dream of. Causing stains only husbands can wish they could cause. I know now you want all of me badly. Your eyes are on fire, glazed over with anticipation of what you are going to receive next. What kind of punishment can your pussy take from a cock shaped like a banana eight inches long? What will it do inside your mouth touching the top of your throat, for that matter what would it do to your vaginal walls when they would be contracting from the sides though feeling very full of sparkles on the underside of your clit. You pull yourself from the sticky leather and adjust your hands to hold the front seats holding firmly knowing what your in for. I can see your ass pucker, your pussy pulse with juices dribbling down your legs. Turning back and looking at me you start easing back awaiting the sensation of my cock to touch against your pussy. Shivers are running through your spine, anticipation that was knocked to oblivion when I thrust straight…deep…into your pussy. Juices, splattering to the floor, with each mashing stroke deep into your hole. The smooth ride you were promised from the car company was readily changing with each stroke of my cock. It was fun watching you from my angle… Now just one of your hands holding a seat and the other flicking your clit as you started chewing the leather trying not to scream to loudly. I had to admit it became the biggest struggle of my life to hold out for one more of your groundbreaking orgasms. Bucking hard against my body, my balls slapping your ass with every quickening push. Finally feeling your pussy walls clamping down hard. Hard enough to nearly pinch me out. Not before I plunged my thumb deep in your ass one last time. This along with the final thrust of my cock, to take you way over the edge. Collapsing to the floor shaking in convulsions of total utter fantasy. Your mouth opened panting dry whispers that I could only decipher as give me your cock. I pulled it from your stretched pussy and gave you a taste of yourself. You were more than honored to get any sort of liquid into your mouth. Grubbing it down like the little dirty debutant you are. Sucking the tip straight down to my balls. From that point I knew. There is nothing like an experienced 47-year-old cock whore. God you were good. No I take that back you fuckin blew my mind. No I take that back, I blew your mind via the back of your throat. You took it with ease, every last drop. No dripping no drooling just protein. All I could say was thanks for the ride in your 470RX. It has a very comfortable feel, but nothing compared to you. Soccer Mom's Dream Team All events and characters in this story are fiction. All characters are eighteen or older. Barbara Starrett unfolded her lawn chair and sat down alone on the sideline. It was well before game time, and most of the other parents either hadn't arrived yet, or were away from the soccer field. But Barbara's dirty little secret was that, since the boys on the team were beyond eighteen, she enjoyed watching them in their shorts and soccer shirts. While still quite young, most were athletically built, sort of boys in men's bodies. Some of the boys were warming up, kicking the ball around directly in front of Barbara. A ball got away and rolled beyond the sideline where the tall brunette mother was sitting. Jeremy jogged over to retrieve it. While Barbara was admiring Jeremy's slender build and square shoulders through her sunglasses, she noticed Jeremy staring at her, or rather at her body. Jeremy paused a little too long to get the ball, keeping his eyes on Barbara. When he finally jogged away, Barbara looked down. She realized that the right leg of her shorts was hanging open, and her white panty crotch could be seen by anyone standing in front of her. Her panties were pulled tight over her crotch, and a little tuft of her brown pubic hair stuck out the side. Barbara felt her face go flush as she realized that the young man had likely been staring up her shorts. Again a ball got away, and Jeremy came to retrieve it. Instead of closing her legs, Barbara left them spread apart. Glancing sideways through her sunglasses, she saw the boy staring at her crotch from several feet away. She kept her eye on Jeremy, and saw him whisper something to Donny. Donny looked over at Barbara, and shortly after moved closer to the sideline. He, too, took a long look at Barbara's crotch. For the next fifteen minutes she watched the boys whispering to each other, and one by one most of them found a way to get closer to her for a look. Of course, nobody said anything to Barbara's son. Once the other parents started gathering along the sideline, Barbara adjusted her shorts and enjoyed the game. Not only did this episode make Barbara's day, it was the most exciting thing to happen to her in a long time. Having been a stay-at-home mom for years, she did not make contact with very many young males. On rare occasions an older man would notice her or compliment her, but never anyone much younger than herself. To have so many young teens notice her raised her self-esteem and her libido. At home, Barbara looked at herself in the mirror. The pretty, forty-three year old woman still had long smooth legs. Her short brown hair had a few strands of gray. She knew that beneath her bra her large breasts were not as firm as they used to be, but they were larger. She started feeling like an attractive woman again. She thought about the young athletes even more. At the next soccer game, Barbara chose to wear a short denim skirt and a polo shirt. Again she arrived early and sat alone in her chair on the sidelines, away from the coaches. Soon the practicing players started moving closer to where she was sitting. Barbara sat casually and let her knees rest about eight inches apart. She saw Donny and Rick trying to look up her skirt. She thought that they could probably see her white panties between her bare thighs under her skirt, but she wasn't sure. She didn't own any really sexy panties, but she had put on a pair that had a narrower crotch, exposing more hair on the sides. As the practice continued, Barbara let her legs slide farther and farther apart, and allowed her skirt to hike up almost to her crotch. She was in a high state of arousal as the teens continually got closer and stole long looks of her panty-covered crotch. After this game, thoughts of the horny teens occupied Barbara's thoughts much of the time. Her son was new to the neighborhood, and some of these teens were the most popular boys in school. She would love to have these boys come over to her house, but her son wasn't in with that group yet. Before the next game, Barbara had been extremely horny all day. It was a weekday evening game. Her husband was out of town. Barbara decided to be daring and escalate her flashing game. She wore her denim skirt again, but this time, she didn't wear any panties. Even on this warm evening, she could feel a breeze whisk up her skirt over her naked pussy, causing her nipples to get visibly erect through her thin tank top. She wasted no time. She spread her legs wide, and let her skirt hike up high. Chad was the first boy to work his way over, and his eyes bugged out of his head. He kneeled several feet in front of her, and tied both of his shoes while staring up her skirt. She knew he could easily see her brown triangle of pubic hair. At that distance he could probably see her pink pussy lips. The practicing team began to hover around her like a hungry flock of seagulls. She started getting concerned that she was drawing too much attention, but nobody else seemed to notice her disturbance. Her heart was pounding, her breathing was heavy, and she had trouble suppressing a big smile as most of the team, except for her son, took turns looking at her naked pussy in public. After the game, the team went out for pizza. Barbara and her son joined them. The players and parents had pushed several tables together, but there was still overflow, and Barbara volunteered to crowd into a corner booth with five of the boys. Barbara was pressed between Donny and Ron, two of the more attractive and popular boys. She spread her legs and pressed her smooth thighs against their bare legs. The boys, knowing that she wasn't wearing panties under her skirt, didn't object to her physical presence, and were happy to rub their thighs up against her smooth skin. Barbara leaned forward, pressing her tits against the table, pushing her cleavage up. Her tank top hung open, and the boys stared down her top at her ample cleavage, beyond her tan line, but not quite to her nipples. While talking about the game and other teen subjects, Barbara put her hands under the table and rested them on the two boys' thighs. She moved her right hand up under Ron's shorts and touched his crotch over his jock and plastic cup. When Donny placed his right hand on her thigh, Barbara smiled at him, placed her hand on his, and pushed his hand further up her thigh. She whispered to Ron, "If you take it out, I'll touch it." Ron reached down and adjusted his jock so that his cock was out and hanging down the left leg of his shorts. Barbara slowly stroked it. Donny had placed his hand on her naked crotch. He worked his middle finger into her wet pussy under the table. Barbara also whispered to him to whip out his cock, so as she got finger fucked by Donny, she slowly gave hand jobs to Donny and Ron. She whispered to both boys, "You should come over and visit my son." Ron jerked and shot a load of jism into her hand. Donny did the same. When they finished eating, the boys went to a back room to play video games. After visiting with the other parents for a while, Barbara said that she was going to retrieve her son and leave. When she went into the dark game room, she saw Jeremy and Rick playing a two-player game in the corner. She stood behind them and watched the game, pressing her tits into their shoulders. They continued playing, but concentrated on the woman behind them whose pussy they had seen. Barbara put her hands on their waists. She slid her hands down over their soccer shorts, and squeezed their young asses. She worked both hands under their shorts. Wearing only jocks under their shorts, Barbara squeezed their naked, firm butt cheeks. She said to the boys, "You should come over and play video games at our house sometime." Later, Barbara told her son that he should invite some of the team members over after a game to play video games. Her son was reluctant, because none of the boys had been to his house, and he didn't want to be embarrassed if no one showed up. There was a Friday evening game coming up when Barbara's husband would be out of town. Barbara was insistent, so her son asked the team members to come over after that game. To her son's pleasant surprise, many of the boys said they would come. During the game, Barbara wore a tight, thin, white shirt that clung to her large bra, and denim shorts with no panties. She flashed the boys again before the game. Nine of the team members came over to her house immediately after the game. Barbara ordered pizzas, and served the boys pop. They gathered in the lower level family room, playing video games and listening to music. Donny was the first to wander upstairs, finding Barbara in the kitchen. Barbara wasted no time putting her arms around him, French kissing him, and putting her hands on his butt over his soccer shorts. Donny reached up and groped both of her big tits over her shirt and thin bra. His right hand slid down her waist, under her shirt, and up over her bra. He felt her left tit over her bra as he kissed her. He worked his hand inside of her bra, and felt her warm fleshy tit inside of it, tickling her hard nipple with his fingertips. His left hand slid down her back and cupped her right ass cheek over her shorts. Barbara took his hand, and led him down the hall to her bedroom. She closed the door behind her. She quickly pulled up her shirt in front of the teen, unhooked her bra, and let her tits fall out of the cups. Her shirt and bra rested on her chest as the boy felt her big heavy tits. She pulled her shirt and bra off, pulled her shorts down, and stood naked as Donny felt her tits, ass, and hairy pussy. Barbara pulled up the teen's soccer shirt, and he pulled it over his head and dropped it. Barbara kneeled down and pulled his shorts off of his body, briefly admiring the wiry young lad in just his jock. She pulled the jock down and his full-grown cock stood at attention. His slender body gave his penis the appearance of being even bigger than it was. Still on her knees, Barbara put her lips on his cock, and slowly sucked it. Barbara climbed on the bed, and Donny hopped on next to her. They kissed as Donny anxiously groped her entire body in rapid fashion. Barbara ran her long fingers over Donny's bare shoulders, back, ass, and cock. "Donny, make love to me," Barbara whispered. She spread her legs wide for him, and the boy climbed between them. With Barbara's help, the inexperienced but eager teen worked his cock into her wet pussy, and laid down on her. Jeremy and Ron slipped upstairs, looking around for Barbara. They wandered down the hall and heard the panting woman and squeaking bed through the door. Jeremy quietly turned the doorknob and cracked the door open. Jeremy and Ron silently watched Donny pumping rapidly into the naked woman. Once he got into a rhythm, it didn't take long for Donny to lose his load in the housewife, who was twitching from her own quick orgasm. As Donny climbed off of her, Barbara noticed the light from the crack in the door, and saw the two boys watching her naked body on the bed. "It's ok, boys, come in." Jeremy entered the bedroom, as Donny got dressed. "Jeremy, do you want to be next?" Jeremy stammered an affirmative. Barbara looked at Donny and Ron and asked them to make sure that her son doesn't come in. Donny and Ron left the room, and Jeremy quickly stripped out of his soccer uniform. He lay on the bed next to Barbara and engaged in some rapid foreplay, in particular enjoying her big bobbling tits, and wet hairy pussy. Barbara gave him a speedy hand job, and in no time the young man-boy mounted her and began fucking the older woman. Word slowly spread what Barbara was doing upstairs, and several more teens found their way upstairs, careful not to alert Barbara's son. Several teammates were standing at Barbara's doorway, as Ron became her third lover of the evening. The door was now closed, but the boys took turns slowly cracking it open and peeking in. Barbara was quite loose and enjoying herself immensely. She was giggling and joking with the randy young boys like she was a schoolgirl herself. She loved having them looking at her and playing with her, giggling and cooing when they did something she liked. For the first time in her life she was acting like a real slut. When Greg became a little reluctant and shy, in other words limp as a wet noodle, Barbara had him lay on his back, and she sucked his dick. It didn't take long for him to get hard. The other boys watched her mouth stretched wide over his red, pulsating cock. When he had relaxed and was having a good time, Barbara climbed on top of him and lowered her pussy down on his engorged member. The boys watched Barbara's big tits hanging down, swinging and bouncing, as she stretched her legs wide and fucked Greg. Greg had his hands on her bucking ass cheeks, then reached up and played with her tits. It wasn't long before both Greg and Barbara came. To Barbara's surprise, Steve had the biggest cock, possibly a good eight inches, and Barbara had to suppress squeals as he fucked her. She had one of her best orgasms with him. When everybody had his turn, Barbara climbed out of bed. Ron and Donny approached her about having sex again. It was getting late, so this time Barbara took them both on at the same time. She instructed Donny to lie on his back on the carpet, and she mounted him and fucked him on top. Ron stood in front of her and received a blowjob. Chad and Greg stood on either side of her and received hand jobs as they played with Barbara's tits. Several other boys enjoyed watching her swaying tits and rippling ass and thighs as she humped, sucked, and stroked. It took a while to get into a rhythm. Even Barbara had no experience at this sort of arrangement. Several of the immature boys started giggling, and Barbara giggled a little, too, before settling down to business. Ron shot a load of cum on her face, Donny came in her pussy, and Chad and Greg came on her tits. Barbara looked at the clock, and decided she better get dressed. She cleaned up and went downstairs where her son and the others were still playing video games. Barbara told all of the boys individually that she had enjoyed the evening, and asked them to come and visit her son again. Her son became a regular member of the most popular clique in school, getting dates with many of the popular girls. And Barbara was able to spend time with many of his friends, teaching them about sex, and learning a lot herself. Barbara's husband profited by Barbara's increased libido and varied experience. But to everyone except for her lover boys, she retained the image of an average, normal soccer mom. The end. Soccer Moms Need Lesbian Love Too I was gobsmacked at the notion that after such a long time of yearning for the touch of another woman that lightning could strike twice in such a short period of time. After going through, dare I say, a dry spell of so long...although the yearning ..constant yearning in the search was anything but dry. My everyday was playing out against the backdrop of the constant, and I do mean constant thought of the new relationship with the young beauty who surprised me by ravishing me after I seduced her (or she allowed herself to be seduced perhaps). I have no idea why human nature acts this way, but as the young one and I had texted and emailed and phoned in exemplifying more of a relationship than just a tryst and the ravishing of each other in those stolen moments in bed together, I was longing for, craving for even more lesbian variety. Not that the young one who adores me and fills me in the moments we are together wasn't enough, but it happened that in this constant state of arousal in thinking so much about her and when we would touch our tinglies again, I ran into an old acquaintance at a soccer game where her son and mine were playing each other...and the attraction between us was instantaneous. Faye, I have to describe, is "beautiful to me." Her looks aren't of the type that will be glorified by Hollywood or People magazine ...Plain Jane shoulder length stringy hair with a hint of red and a few redhead trademark freckles to go with her fairly athletic broad shoulders and strong (not fat) thighs. It is her striking green, expressive eyes and consistently perky, bubbly attitude (the one who draws all eyes when she's on the dance floor) that always made me like her when our paths crossed more regularly about five years ago when our sons were newborns. I confess A HINT of attraction back then, and as we met again that Saturday, it seemed that even though we had not really spoken in years, our gift of gabbing with one another and finishing each others sentences remained intact. We were expressing common interests. We talked for 1/2 an hour about TV shows like Big Brother and Desperate Housewives ...and the catching up on her life story included a fairly messy divorce from a husband that cheated on her ...not surprising because he had made refused flirtations towards even me, a fact I didn't divulge to her. She emotionally talked alot about what happened, what was going on with her and her son, her "not enough time for that" excuse for not dating...and ..well ..I was realizing that as we talked...something in me had changed quite a bit since we last talked. I was feeling a new found sexual, (lesbian sexual) confidence. I almost blushed in the self realization that after I had recently painstakingly seduced the young one who had become my obsession, I was definitely sizing up Faye as we talked that morning for yet another sexual conquest ...my mind calculating the odds and the risks and the "what if she's interested." Which is why I started hinting when she pressed me on the "what's new with you?" front. " Of course I'm not going to just blurt out how my bi-curious with a few experiences side has become almost bona-fide lesbian in the last few years. But, as fast as my mind was thinking, I knew I'd get around to finding a way to find out if a romp with me might be something she'd be interested in. "Know any good divorce lawyers?" I said, and surprised myself a bit when I said off the cuff, "I am just staying busy and I'm not sure I can really talk about what's going on in my life ...but it would probably make for good gossip or maybe even I should lay out the juicy details on a blog...you know..anonymously...so I could feel like I had someone to talk to about all soap opera aspects of my life." THAT was awfully close to the truth. Predictably, she said "well you know you can talk to me." And, I WANT to ...and my blood is racing because I am not only enjoying the attention of a renewed friendship, but also scanning her for any body language that indicates attraction to me, or anything that she might say that would open up any more hints about what I am really thinking, which was mostly along the lines of "gawd I wonder what those gorgeous eyes of hers look like when she's coming." We had always had an easy repoire with sexual subjects when we talked, and away from the other moms, down the sideline and with my world of thoughts so far away from anything happening on the field, she began the guessing game of what secrets I wasn't sharing. "Is he cheating on you...are you cheating on him...are you having an affair?..and (she paused) if you are, does he have any friends?" we laughed. "It's pretty complicated ..I told you...I 'm not ready to talk about it well...not here anyway ...maybe we might find time for a juicy phone call or a trip to Starbucks or something." "But ...the IS somebody, right?" she quizzed. "You could always read me like a book." "I think the book on your life would be a bestseller for sure," she said through a wry, knowing grin. That kinda zinged me. I felt beckoned to continue my attraction ...this crush on her was growing by the minutes. Before our morning was over, I assured her not to worry about me..I was ok. And, I was ready to keep talking with her, she gave me that ease and comfort, but events didn't allow that as we lost our semi-privacy and the game wrapped up with her. She invited me to go to a crafts fair, and I really wanted to ditch all responsibilities and just do ANYTHING she wanted, but the lengthy reacquainting wrapped up with her and I both adding each others phone numbers into cells. I relished the TYPE of conversation we had ...the deeper, more mature, woman's give and take that was missing from exchanges I was having with my co-workers, neighbors, and most especially from the talks I was having with the beautiful, but ten years younger lesbian lover I was giving my lips I drove away feeling vibrant, attracted, and ...wanting to play out what was going to happen...and most of all, less fearful of lesbian rejection than I had ever felt. In that short meeting I had pretty much made up my mind that I was at least going to tell her of my lesbian leanings. It was like I could feel my sexual fixation slowly shifting from the one that I'd been rolling around with, to the one I WANTED to roll around with as soon as possible. If it felt a little disloyal to the girl I had begun to have strong ..dare I say love feelings for lately, it also seemed inescapable. If it wouldn't be Faye to open that door, I was determined to. If I had to, I was prepared to trick my mind into believing that making a pass at Faye was safe from the the hurt if my advances should be rebuffed. For, long ago, in my late teens, I lost my best friend telling her about my sexuality. This was more an acquaintance, an acquaintance I reaaaally liked of course, and felt attracted to for sure, but clearly I had less to lose and believed that PROBABLY I could trust her not to gossip my secrets to everyone within the possible circle of common relationships we had in this small town environment. And ...because things are going so well with my young girlfriend, whom I love for everything that is happening between us but don't feel so much the need to be necessarily faithful to her, the pressure of the desperation of my years of "doing without" was off the table. Thus, the rest of the weekends idol thoughts were spent daydreaming of both the possibilities and "what if's" of pressing for something with Faye, and the "how to's" swirling in my mind about making the soccer mom fantasy a reality, and the current sexual reality of planning the next hotel or backseat rendezvous with my young and dedicated babe. Truly, my lesbian cup runneth over. The next Tuesday afternoon on my day off, the young one and I enjoyed the brief time we had carved out for each other. We didn't have much time together ...but made love as passionately as any of our stolen moments. We knew we would just have to hurry things along...which I knew would be easy given the passions in the stolen away textings and emails to one another. She continued to amaze me with her instinct of my body with the pleasure of her even better tongue, and the affection she showers me with so much. So good ..so good...A THOUSAND TIMES SO GOOD. She wows me totally....yet, amidst all the sexual satisfaction that continued with her, my mind never allowed me to be so immersed in the delights of the young one to ever dismiss the possibilities of the itch I had to explore my more seasoned, new found object of affection. Oh, fantasizing about one lover, or potential lover, while pleasuring another, I realized, was almost a lifetime pastime of mine. I laughed and accepted that as good as the sex was that Tuesday afternoon, it just was not enough ..not nearly enough ...and that had nothing to do with the efforts or passion or orgasmic sensuality of the afternoon with the youthful one. It had everything to do with how the Saturday meeting with Faye and the fantasy visions of the two of us making a different kind of love made me either need to know the pleasure of her skin, her body, her touch and her wet desire, or if not a need, than most certainly, one of the strongest appetites I had ever felt to quench my thirst for woman to woman intimacy. Wednesday morning, the next day after after getting my son off to school, I decided to give her THE CALL ...just to see what could be in the cards. The call ended up giving me all I needed to know about her ..and the knowing that we'd soon be sharing a bed. She answered, was home, was alone, and we could TALK. My plan ...yes it was a bonafide and well thought out plan, was to ambush her with some lighthearted sexual innuendo ...see how that went...drop in some mention of lesbian culture ...and eventually, confess to her with honesty...but not forsaking some hint of erotica. There was something sooooo "high school boyfriend" about this ...but it felt like that. Like I was prepping for a contest, my mind encouraged me with "you can do this." I was just going to go up the ramp, leaving enough room to back down the ramp and save face if I got the wrong vibe....but I also knew, eventually, there would be a place where I would likely cross the line of NOT being able to back away..and I was determined to follow through with that. I was nervous ..but this was my baby, my pet project now ..a challenge I was especially up for ..and I reasoned with myself that if the worst happened, that if I crossed the boundary of not being able to back away and she roundly rejected my advance, I'd still have my young lesbian lover as fall back, and therefore have no sorrows to drown. "hey are you busy? ...watcha doin? are you by yourself or have company? Well, put the vibrator down lets talk!" My opening salvo. Sexual innuendo--CHECK. She wasnt offended and laughed . . . was a good sign When she asked me what I was doing, I white lied that I was watching "Loving Annabelle," on my computer...she hadn't seen it ..we got sidetracked about watching tv on computer of course, and I almost had to force in the reason why I mentioned the movie..."just a really well done story...teacher student affair...except the teacher and the student are both women...you know>? " Lesbian inference Check! "ahhh I see" was the only reaction I could coax from that semi-bombshell. I couldn't have been more transparent in an attempt to bring up the subject of lesbianism . Up the ramp, but still can back down, because watching a lesbian movie still doesn't make me a lesbian right? Our conversation weaved between the continued catching up and I extracted some more details of her marriage break up, sympathized with her, told her I was "not going to be married forever myself," and explained that when it was time I would be on my own ..but not yet...and so we encouraged each other in some man-hating. She told me about hooking up with a younger guy and extolled the virtues of her stamina, worship of her and his "perfectly shaped cock." I told her I could relate to some of that, and so she once again began to press me on my story. "You're keeping a secret and I'm GONNA find out what it is ." "Hold on," I said and walked away to gather myself and give a pep talk to myself, leaving Faye on hold for at least a minute to ponder. "I'm sorry if it's nosy but I'm dying to know what's goin on...and you always used to tell me everything!" "Faye...I didn't tell you everything ...see ..nobody understand me...ok? I mean, yes I have secrets, but everyone does...I don't give a damn...I'll tell you anything you want to know about me...and I just hope I can trust you...cause you know ..nobody knows me...I just..(sigh) its complicated..I told you." "And you can trust me" "so if I'm doing dick in the ass Internet porn, I can just tell you anything?" "so you're doing porn???(laugh)" "and if I was?" "seriously..it would be ok...but I know you better than that..its no that...you're having an affair aren't you....(pause) aren't you?" (silence from me..gaining confessional strength) "a sex thing...are you involved.... the important thing is you're happy," she supported me. "I'm very ..in fact very sexually happy so far..." And I knew there would be no turning back from the next line, "SHE is amazing in bed!" I was looking down like I was acting ashamed with the receiver in my hand. "I never dreamed sex could be this good." "So it ISSSSSS a woman!" she exclaimed, confirming her suspicion. "It's a she." "Well I was just about to say that," she said, but her speech had increased in pace and her surprise was still evident despite words, "....I was thinking why on earth were you not telling me, then it dawned on me ITS A WOMAN? .....so ..wow...tell me everything...I wanna know everything...I mean...are you gay, or is this a...like, an experiment." "You never did it?" I asked. "Never had the chance to." .Now that intrigued me ...never had the chance to is alot different than "hell would freeze over before I'd kiss a girl." ....in fact...it was almost an invitation. "Well ..Ummm...I've been bisexual my whole life." "Yeah...alot of women are," she said through a combination of surprise and nervous curiosity I sensed in her voice. She was clearly telling me it was ok to confess ...no judgement. "So ..she isn't your first?" "umm...she isn't the first...nor the second...nor even the third." "I never did have any idea Brenda..none whatsoever." "Yeah, but you know what? " I said, and conjured up some as much sensuality in my voice as I call upon, "I kinda wish you did....I kinda wish alot of things about you," I flirted. Her usual playful, light spirited manner of conversation changed to a much more serious tone...and her nervousness was ever more noticeable. "are you trying to tell me something?" "maybe." "Ohhhh Kay....why don't you, " she paused while I held my breath to hear what she would say next, "why don't I get comfortable here and tell me about this...since you kept this secret from me ...you owe me...tell me everything." "everything?" "Yes...tell me about ...the affair your having...tell me if she's making you happy...tell me about the SEX girl ...whats THAT like." "Well ..she is ...10 years younger, beautiful, adores me, thinks she loves me, and the sex is the best I ever had period. BUT ...ummm...its hard to describe but...you know...she's ten years younger. WE communicate..but..we don't have that much in common." "Except the sex?" "Pretty much." "How did you hook up? WHERE are you hooking up?" So I told her about the way I had met her in the discount store, been attracted to her almost instantly, "and her eyes just kept telling me..every time I saw her, to cmon and make a move...so I did...and we did...we do." I told her about our motel trysts and lakeside parking and hopping in the backseat. "you can't believe how twisted you can get and what positions you sacrifice your body for when there's your that hot for each other and the only place to go is the car." I told her my car stayed sweetly scented of our sex for a couple of days after we made love there. "Well ..give me the details ...they say nobody knows how to make love to a woman like another woman ...so...thats obviously true?" I was pleased...she wanted me to tell her ...even titillate her ..which I fully intended to follow through on. I could tell the ball was rolling downhill and I didn't care to stop it. Signs were that she was open to what may become of us...I was warmed...and anxious to get the answer I needed." "Faye, it's not just about the sex...techniques and sure, knowing a woman's body of course...but I don't think that's as important as just the sensual connection ...I mean it's just easier to get there ...the trust ...and so the more we spend time together, at least sexually, the more comfortable we are ...better the kisses are, the more she makes me wet, the more soaked the sheets get when we do it ...or wherever we are, ..and Faye, I know we used to talk about how much I love to give head ....and that was true...I love the feel of a thick, throbbing, pulsing dick filling my mouth with come...but dear, you can never believe how good it feels to feel a woman respond to my mouth, lips, and tongue ....how powerful it feels inside to cause a woman to lose control during oral when I'm devouring her like I haven't been fed in a week ...that response ...oh gawd Faye (I was laying it on thick and I KNEW it would provoke something in her mind, and elicit a moisture between her legs) Faye...there is not one thing better sexually ..for me anyway...nothing that makes me feel better than to know I'm giving such ultimate pleasure to a woman with my mouth and ...you know..all the other things that feel so good. I used to tell you I'm a giver ...I need to give pleasure, that's just the way I am wired ya know, but ...it is sooo good to feel appreciation when a woman starts to feel it, get into it, push against me, when she needs me and that orgasm...or I should say THOSE orgasms...start to build and get closer and let go ...the shaking...the holding on ...its total bliss...oh my gawd girl I can't even tell you...." Then I laughed ...>"Ohhhh I am sure that is just wayyyyy too much information." "no ..." her breathing was evident..."no its ok." "should I go on?" She took a deep, noticeably horny breath," yeah...go on...keep going...I mean..she does it to you too of course?" "ummm hmmm...yes," I began,"but that's never been the main thing with me before, but I found someone who is ...oh you'll laugh....I mean...remember how eager to please young guys are ...but they don't have ...you know..the skills ...well..she is VERY eager to please ...so...yes she's very good with her mouth ...but...I kinda get off alot more when I'm doing her than when she's doing me....in fact...the best part of her doing me is knowing how much she likes to please me...and that's cool. "Yeah that part I can relate to ...it's like that with men." "You know what I'm going to say?" "It's nothing like sex with men?" "Completely different...almost two totally different worlds...I mean ..both have orgasms and feel good but ...there is a sixth sense with women ...." The intensity was getting to me and I was bursting forth with information, eroticism, and curiosity to how exactly she was taking this in, and where it was going to lead ...which I believed based on her breathing, might be going towards the consummation I desired more sooner than later. "Gawd Brenda....you have a way with words." INTENSITY between us...I was going for it, she knew it, and it was happening. I was wet, I knew damn good and well she was, and we were together in this. My ying to her yang...my describing these things to her in the way that I usually write, how well aware I was that a figment of my writing was making its way into this conversation, and her allowing it and fostering it as it continued. It wasn't phone sex per se, but it was an erotic and intimate phone conversation ...and my anxiousness to know, not just suspect, but really KNOW if she knew how much I wanted her sweet lips upon mine and the bliss that would follow, and if she was considering our lesbian possibilities (now could she not?) Soccer Moms Need Lesbian Love Too She sounded a fake perturbed," how come you never told me any of this before?" " I don't know...you were married I guess...I didn't think I could...I'm not open about this to anyone at all..." "Gawd girl...I used to get wet when you'd talk about giving blowjobs ...you don't want to know where my fingers are going when we're done talking ." Feelings came rushing forth ...wow...she was mine for the taking. I felt like I was getting good at this lesbian seduction thing. Always so afraid of this since my high school friend rejected me, and here I was on the verge of a winning streak. I contemplated saying that her fingers didn't have to wait , or that mine were doing the same thing, but things just flow sometimes, and the perfect thing to say came right out of my mouth. "Well, if I might wanna come over there this afternoon, I wouldn't want you to start without me." She drew her words out slowly ..."ohhhhhh myyyyy gawd." "Im sorry," I retreated. "I ...just...never....thought I'd be ...like...I mean...I told you...that ...it's just....nobody ever ...and...you're just ..shit..I can't even talk." I went from confidence to experiencing some doubt, and my fight or flight instinct called upon me to spew forth a monologue that was built upon the sexual frustation of the previous few days of fantasizing of her and preying upon her in the phone call, as well as the frustration of my lifetime of hushing my true lesbian voice. "Faye, I mean...What the fuck ..so what ...I am far from the sweet little church lady you or anyone else may think I am sometimes, but I really ....girl, I really don't want to talk about the girl I'm screwing, don't necessarily want to talk about women I slept with before her cause damnit ..I wanted to tell you for the longest time about me and today...after Saturday...after the last few years...alot has changed about me Ok, ..I'm trusting you ...and I wouldn't even tell you ..." ( started to get even more emotional the point of tears) ...wouldn't even tell you about THAT aspect of my sex life if I didn't trust you ...and I wouldn't even tell you if ...IF..." and I just stopped. I waited for her to fill in the line ..add some perspective ...silence between us ...she knew and we all knew. And ...this is the NEW me ...I do this now ...I now actually make passes at women...what a mountain THAT was to climb, and how far I have come...and so I did it ..what felt right ...what i wanted to do and what I needed to do ...I''d come this far on instinct ...and my instinct guided me further. "Faye .... " I said getting ready to let her know that she was my latest object of affection. "Faye....I ummm...I just think when I see your eyes, and when I saw you Saturday..I just realized ...I mean ...you are about the most beautiful woman I can ever imagine...the way you talk to me, the way you treat me when it's just us and when we are around everyone ...I just could sit her all day and fill you up with compliments and nice things....and a little bullshit too (we laughed) but mostly ....like ....Faye, if you want me to tell you about lesbian sex, I think we are both big girls and there probably isn't much i could tell you that you haven't imagined or seen or read that women do in bed ...and I'm not kidding about how incredible the girl I am with now is ...but ...she doesn't fill my soul ...Faye...my LESBIAN soul...she doesn't fill it up the way I need it filled ...and so ...ummm..when it comes to telling you about what is done with our lips, tongues, fingers, bodies and desire....that's a conversation I don't MIND having on the phone ...I want to tell you though that ...If you were here I'd be telling you with a wet, warm ....passionate kiss....I've wanted to kiss you almost since I knew you...and that's the most truthful thing I have ever told you." I breathed in a paused...got no audible reaction from her so I continued, "having said that ..I know you are at least mostly straight ...but I wouldn't be telling you all this if I didn't think there just a morsel of a chance that you and I might be able to really connect ...really have a different kind of friendship...cause I feel like I just have got to know what it is like when you are coming all over my tongue....I have wanted to kiss you since Saturday morning...maybe I've wanted to kiss you for years." "maybe I'm gonna let you." "today?" "do you want to today?" "I want to see what happens if you'll let me." So ...that's how it began...and before the call was over, she told me she was going to take a shower and unlock the door, and for me to just come straight up to her bedroom when I got there. I wore my red bra and red silk panties, and she met me at he bedroom door in a light blue nightgown ..her nipples already poking through the thin sheer fabric. No makeup, her reddish hair brushed out and fluffy ...her only scent from the body wash ...just clean and warm. We talked the smallest of small talk before we began to kiss and consummate what had started on the phone. Her "I'm so wet for you," comment came as we broke our very first, tender, soft tongued kiss...and so I touched her there within minutes of making my way into her house and slowly up the stairs in such delicious anticipation. And she was right ...the things we had discussed had her soaked and ready for my fingers to slip within her while she spilled warmly into my massaging palm. It was difficult not to go fast ....her pleasure was at my mercy as she submitted control to me, her deep passionate kisses getting deeper and deeper with each stroke of her button or lift of her ample breast. Her nipples, already stiff with excitement when my head lowered sucked them through the fabric of her gown ...the first of many times that afternoon a gasp was accompanied by her nails gently digging into my back, or my shoulders, or my breast as I turned myself around to invite her hands to touch my body as I tongued and fingered her pussy to wave after convulsing orgasmic wave of pleasure. All afternoon we traded fingers and mouths, and shrieked and moaned and enjoyed our new found closeness until the last possible minutes before mom duty called. We have agreed to keep some distance ...separate the sex from the friendship ..a.nd while I understand that and her desire to stay in her "normal" life and me in mine, with each time we've been together since (two times since then as I write this) her affections for me and mine for her become more evident, and her jealousies of the young one when I meet her are showing me her feelings for me are deeper than she admits. And what to the fantasy of the three of us altogether? Well....sometimes fantasies DO become realities. Soccer Moms Really Do Care The ref blew the final whistle and the game was now over. We had done it. All of our hard work all season was finally paying off. We were officially in the playoffs. At that moment, I get tackled by 15 overjoyed kids. Unfortunately, this wasn't the NBA Finals, the World Series or even the World Cup. Instead, this was Recreational Soccer for seven and eight year old boys. And somehow I was the coach that was leading them to victory. I wasn't even getting paid. As a midfielder for my college's Division II Soccer Team I knew a lot about the game. I was now in my 3rd season on the team and was in the middle of my junior year. So when I saw a posting in the service learning office at school about a local youth team needing a coach, I jumped at the opportunity. The situation was pretty simple. I would be required to attend practice once a week in the evenings, and games every other weekend. In return I would receive an extra credit hour at the end of the semester. I just had to write a bull shit paper talking about how rewarding the experience was. It would have been a great job if it wasn't for the parents. They are absolutely ruthless. If another player even touched their kid they would go in a tirade, yelling and screaming. It didn't matter if it was the ref, another parents or their favorite target, me. After wrestling the kids off of my back, I managed to stand up. If you saw the dirt and grass stains on my dumb looking blue coach's shirt you would have thought I played in the game. All I needed was to get away from the parents, go home and take a nice long shower. After saying my goodbyes, I took off. Walking through the parking lot away from the field, a red Dodge Caravan pulled up next to me. "Hey Pete, you want a ride?" I turned to see Mrs. Sullivan sticking her head out of the driver's side window. Her son, Mark, was one of my players. The cloud were getting pretty dark, and it looked like it was about to pour. Normally, I couldn't deal with any more parents once a game was over. But in this case the ride meant not having to walk almost 2 miles back to my dorm room in the rain. I reluctantly accepted and got into the minivan's passenger seat. No one was in the backseat. It looked like Mark had gone with a couple of the other moms to get some celebratory post game pizza. "Good game out there coach. I feel like we could win the district championship." Much less enthusiastically I replied, "Yeah, we definitely have a shot." Mrs. Sullivan looked over at me and smiled. She was actually one of the more attractive moms of the kids on the team. Her wavy dirty blonde hair was pulled back to avoid hiding her face's soft features. I would guess she was in her early 40's. You could tell that fitness was important to her. Her life most likely revolved around watching the kids and going to the gym. Her best feature was by far her legs. They were long and toned. As long as it was warm out, as it was that day, she would usually wear short khaki shorts. Above, a black tank top with spaghetti straps covered her large breasts. Standing on the sidelines, I would often turn to the stands during breaks in play, just to catch a glimpse of her. We exchanged some light conversation as we pulled out of the parking lot. She was asking me about school mostly. Then all of a sudden out of her mouth came just what I expected. "Coach, I wanted to talk to you about Mark." I should have known better. That's all parents ever want to talk about. God forbid a parent would ask me how I did on my last Economics test, or care how I spent my free time away from the field. But Mrs. Sullivan was smart. She knew I would be trapped in the car and that I would be forced to have the conversation with her. "Sure Mrs. Sullivan. What can I do for you?" "Well Pete, I wanted to talk to you about Mark's playing time." Wow that was a shocker, I thought. Every parent is either concerned about their kid's lack of time on the field or their kid getting hurt. "It's just that he's one of the better players on the team and he deserves a chance to show it." The truth was that Mark was mediocre at best, but I never had to heart to tell parents to their face that their son sucks. We were about halfway back to school, when the clouds blackened and it began to downpour. Good thing I was in a car, but I couldn't stand having this conversation. "Mrs. Sullivan, I do my best to make sure that all my players get equal amounts of playing time no matter how good they are. It just wouldn't be fair to the other kids if your son is on the field for a significantly longer time." She took her eyes off the road long enough for her to look over at me with a disappointing expression on her face. Her full lips shimmered as she gave me a pouty puppy dog look. I didn't know what else to say. As I struggled to find the words, luckily she broke the seemingly eternal silence. "Okay Pete. I was prepared for you to feel that way." We were just a couple blocks from the college, when Mrs. Sullivan unexpectedly pulled the minivan to the side of the road. Looking out the windshield, flashes of thunder and lightening were accompanying what had to have been the worst storm in months. Why was she stopping the car? Mrs. Sullivan opened her mouth once again, "I think I can change your mind." She shot me an almost devilish smile. Without another word, Mrs. Sullivan unbuckled her seatbelt and proceeded to learn across the car's center console. She moved her hand over to touch me. Her red polished nails started to run through my hair. Her eyes were locked in with mine, and as she leaned over I caught a glimpse of her supple cleavage. The back of her hand slowly moved down my cheek and came to rest on my shoulder. "Pete, I think we can help each other out." At the time, I wasn't exactly sure what that meant. But I was definitely interested in finding out. I sat there dumbfounded in the passenger seat of this mom's minivan. She leaned further towards me, and put her knee up on her seat. Her rock hard ass was in the air and her face was inches from mine. The car's shifter was poking into her stomach. We never lost focus between our eyes, except for my occasional glance down her shirt at her tits cradled in a black bra. Mrs. Sullivan stuck her tongue out next to my face, and began to lick her lips very sensually. Right when I thought she was moving in to kiss me, her eyes diverged towards my shorts. I was becoming pretty hard, and couldn't really conceal a tent forming. Placing a hand on both sides of my soccer shorts, she grabbed the elastic waste band. With once quick tug, my shorts and boxers were around my ankles. Standing straight up, in perfect view of Mrs. Sullivan, was my stiff cock. Luckily, the rain made it nearly impossible for anyone passing by to see what was going on inside the car. In my ear, she whispered in a seductive voice, "Yum, looking good Pete. You're bigger than I thought you would be. I just want to take it all in my mouth." I was far from a virgin, but never had a girl talked to me like that before. I couldn't find the words to respond to her. But then again, if I said anything I would probably have ruined the moment. Her left hand wrapped around my cock, and gave it a couple of quick jerks. Slowly, her lips moved closer towards my lap until my dick was right in front of her. Mrs. Sullivan stuck her tongue out and touched the very tip. It tweaked as soon as contact was made. Her mouth opened wide, and she took it in. As I looked down towards my lap, all I could see was blonde hair bobbing up and down. Her lips cradled my cock, forming a tight seal. With every dip of her head, I felt an immeasurable feeling of pleasure in her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue would gently massage my shaft. I was close to shooting wads of cum into her mouth when Mrs. Sullivan pulls her mouth off of my cock. She leaned back towards her seat. "Get in the back seat. All the way in the back." I just sat there staring at her. "Come on, what are you waiting for?" I start to pull my shorts back up. "No, you won't need those. Come on. Hurry up, I'm horny." Without wasting another second, I pull my shorts completely off from around my ankles. Wearing just a blue coach's shirt, I lunged between the front two seats of the minivan. As I climbed towards the back, Mrs. Sullivan gave my bare ass a little slap. She chuckled to herself. Over the middle row of seats I went, until I finally reached the third row and sat down. Mrs. Sullivan, still in the front seat, stared back at me. Over her head she pulled off her black tank top and threw it on the passenger seat. There was that black bra again, very lacey and very sheer. It looked like it came straight out of the same Victoria Secret catalogues I used to jerk off to when I was younger. But this was no two dimensional picture in front of me. Here was this very attractive woman who was probably 20 years older than I was. In the driver's seat of her minivan she sat, wearing nothing but a black bra and shorts. Maybe a lightening bolt hit me in the parking lot, because I felt like I was in heaven. Her tits sat perfectly in the bra. She reached behind her back, and I heard the sound of the clasp of her bra opening. Her breasts were now in plain site, and they looked beautiful. A C-cup with medium sized reddish-pink nipples. With every breath her chest would protrude out slightly. The light reflecting off the pouring rain seemed to make her milky white skin glisten. In the back seat, with my cock standing straight up in the air, I wondered what could happen next. Mrs. Sullivan climbed towards the middle row, and leaned over the seat towards the back row where I was sitting. She looked down and saw my cock doing an impression of the Eiffel Tower. A grin appeared on her face. Without hesitation, she unbuttoned her khaki shorts. In one motion Mrs. Sullivan pulls them and her black thong underwear completely off. Here she was, now naked. With one final hop over the middle row, she sat next to me. Her tits rubbed against my arm. Quickly, I pulled my coach's jersey off. I looked down to see a shaved pussy. Mrs. Sullivan sat up, turned towards me and put her leg over my lap. Coming down on the other side, she was straddling me with her tits in my face. Supporting herself with her arms on my shoulders, she slowly sat down and inserted my throbbing cock into her warm pussy. It tightened around my shaft. Up and down she moved her body. It was slow at first, but then she got into it. In and out my cock would go. Her big tits began to bounce as she increased speed. I grabbed them and gave them a little squeeze. I moved from hands down her body towards her firm ass. Mrs. Sullivan's moans were getting louder and louder as time went on. At one point I got nervous someone from outside the car might be able to hear, but I then figured you'd have to be an idiot to be out in this storm. After a couple minutes, she jumped up off me and laid on her back on the seat. She spread her firm, tanned legs wide open. Knowing exactly what she wanted, I leaned towards her and shoved my cock into her moist twat. Her legs wrapped around my body, pulling me in closer. With each pump, she let out a scream. Nearly my climax I opened my mouth completely out of breath, "Mrs. Sullivan, I'm ah ah about to cum." "In my mouth, do it in my mouth. I want to taste it." She quickly sat up, grabbed the shaft of my penis and brought her lips towards it. Seconds later I shot a load into her mouth. With one fast gulp, she swallowed it all. Her tongue licked her lips clean. Soon after, we moved back towards the front of the car and got dressed. Without saying another word, she put the car into drive. About 5 minutes later we were back at my dorm room. I didn't know what to say next, or even how to say goodbye. Luckily, she began talking, "So you think Mark will start next game?" "So far the other mothers haven't been as caring as you. I wouldn't worry about Mark's playing time in the future."