23 comments/ 146829 views/ 84 favorites Coach King By: mxwtt Author's Note: This is the first installment of the Coach King series. I'd like to thank you for reading, and hope you enjoy. -Max Roy King was lost. He'd been driving for over an hour, unable to make sense of where he was supposed to be. The GPS was malfunctioning, he realized after an hour of driving by small town after small town. "Go north 40 miles. Destination will be on the right," the robotic female voice kept repeating. I've gone way too far, it shouldn't have taken me this long, he thought to himself, I need to stop somewhere and get some directions. The heat of late July was stifling in his unconditioned car. He was on his way for an interview at a high school in Greenville for a position as the coach of the senior female volleyball team. It was a sure thing, after his success at Black River the season before. The position was perfect, good pay, promising talent, and the town itself was beautiful. Besides his wife wanted to live there, and at this point he was desperate to do something to make her happy. Roy kept on driving until he came upon an old logging town called Deer River, which now looked to survive on tourism than the old industry. It was largely deserted, empty store fronts and 'We're Closed' signs peered out to him as he drove down the town's main street. He continued on until he came upon the local feeding trough, 'Dead End Diner'. The parking lot was as deserted as the rest of the town by this time, but the restaurant looked to be open. Roy entered the diner, feeling the instant relief of the A/C, and took a booth near the back to ensure he had some privacy. He pulled out his cell phone, and called his wife, Lorie. Roy hesitated though. They'd been fighting a lot lately, Lorie had started drinking habitually in the past couple of years, and she blamed him for her problem. Their marriage had been on the rocks for a long time and a lot was riding on this trip to Greenville. Bracing himself, he pushed the call button. "Hello?" Lorie answered the phone after several rings. Her words slightly slurred. She's been drinking. "Hey, it's Roy. I think I'm lost, the GPS fucked up," he said. "Could you look up a Dead End Diner, in Deer River on Google?" he asked. "You got lost? God damn it Roy, aren't you taking this interview seriously. If you miss this you're bound to lose the position. You know how much I want to move to Greenville!" Lorie said. "Yes dear, I know. That's why I'm calling..." Roy began patiently. "Can't you do anything yourself? For Christ sake Roy, you're a 46 year old man!" she shouted. "Lorie that isn't fair..." "No Roy, what isn't fair is you spending so much time away from home, ignoring me, only talking to me when you want something. I'm sick of this!" "Listen." Roy whispered, trying to keep his temper under control, "I'm doing my best. The only reason why I've been gone so much is because the girls did so well last year. We've been through this." "And I made it clear that I wanted you home more!" she was getting hysterical. She's gone nuts. Roy thought. When he was home she almost seemed to make sure she wasn't. He didn't avoid her, she avoided him because she was embarrassed by her drinking. Lorie regularly snuck away with a friend or two for a girl's night out and would come back stumbling into the house. Though in her defense he had been gone more than usual recently, and it had made her worse than usual. She knew this, he'd explained it over and over to her. "That's why I'm leaving Black River in the first place!" he said incredulously. Lorie wasn't listening. "What you don't realize is how lucky you are to have me," she said sobbing. Despite himself, Roy started to feel sorry that he'd gotten cross with her. "Lorie..." "I don't want to hear it Roy. You need me, I'm the one with all the money, your just a pathetic little gym teacher. A jock that never left high school. If you didn't have that giant schlong of yours I'd have left your years ago." Lorie continued her barrage of verbal abuse. Ranting and raving until Rob couldn't stand it anymore. "Oh and don't even get me started on..." Roy interrupted her tirade. "Listen you insufferable bitch! We're done! I'm not putting up with this shit anymore! If you don't need me, then go ahead, go at it yourself, I'm done with you!" Roy shut his cell phone, ending the call, and only then noticed that he had an audience. His phone rang again. Lorie. The screen said. He opened the phone and shut it off, putting the phone into his pocket, turning his attention to the waitress. "I'm sorry about that," he said sheepishly. "Not a problem, trouble with the missus?" she asked with a sympathetic smile. Roy took a good look at her. She looked to be no older than 20, and about 5'4. She was wearing a tight fitting blue T-shirt, with an equally appealing pair of black pants that accentuated her already voluptuous figure. Her hair was a mane of light brown, with a bit of blond mixed in for good measure that framed her striking face. Her eyes were a shade of blue-green, which matched her hair color beautifully. Her bold features and pouty lips made her incredibly beautiful, and Roy quickly found himself very embarrassed. "Uhh..." he blurted out. "Listen, we're supposed to be closing right now and Jeff, the cook, has to go, but he's agreed to let me close so you can get something to eat. All we've got left is the special, would you like that with a coffee?" she asked, with the same smile. Her nametag said that her name was Helen. Roy realized he was staring at her. He tore is eye's from her body and uttered a few mono-syllables that Helen took as a yes. "I'll be right back with your order," she said, her smile now had a slightly mischievous quality to it. She turned to leave, and Roy watched her. His eyes locked to her perfectly formed ass in the tight black pants she was wearing as she walked away, watching it sway back and forth. God damn, Roy thought, as she disappeared into the kitchen. What I wouldn't give... His thoughts trailed away, as he remembered the fight he'd just had with his wife. Did I mean it? He thought to himself. There were no kids to worry about, Lorie hadn't wanted to risk losing her figure, and couldn't be taken away from her job for that. Yes, I did. We're through. And he felt immeasurably better, a sense of excitement filling him. He felt empowered, liberated. Roy had been under the oppressive regime of his wife for twenty years, and he'd finally scrounged together enough self respect to leave her. Helen returned with his coffee. "You're food will be ready in a jiffy," she said, and once again strode away from the table, leaving only the scent of her sweet smelling perfume. Roy was becoming quickly aroused by the nubile beauty. Everything about her screamed sex appeal, and it was taking its toll on him. A painful bulge had formed in his jeans, making him very uncomfortable. But he felt more alive now than he had in 15 years, being freed from his soul-sucking she-wolf of a wife made him feel bold. I'm still good looking, he thought to himself. It was true, he lead through example as a coach, and was in remarkably good shape. He stood over six feet tall, and there was still plenty of definition to muscles on his body. Roy had been a major jock in high school, and had taken human kinetics in College, and followed that up with a teaching degree. He'd maintained his fitness level, though it was becoming increasingly difficult as he got older. His jet black hair now had streaks of silver running through it, and his cloudy grey eyes had more wrinkles around them as he'd aged, but he still looked damn good, he thought. A smile broke out on his face, for the first time since his girls had won the city title in June. Helen returned with his food. "Well, you're looking more chipper," she said, placing the food on the table. She then surprised him by sitting across from him in the booth. "I hope you don't mind," she said, "I can't leave until you're done, and I figured you might like someone to talk to," she said, giving him a bashful smile. She's full of smile, Roy thought. It certainly wasn't a negative thing, her smile, like everything else about her, was intoxicating. "No it's fine," he said. He was eager for her company, she was beautiful and he was still riding the high of his newly found freedom. He realized then that he was desperately hungry. Grabbing his fork, he dug into his meal. They talked as he ate. Roy told Helen about his life, his coaching career, his interview in Greenville, and the crash of his marriage. She nodded and said the appropriate things at his pauses, but mostly let him talk. She was a very sweet girl, Roy decided. His arousal grew in intensity when Helen reached across the table to hold his hand as she told her all about his relationship with his wife. "I'm so sorry," she said sympathetically "you deserve to be treated better." Her kindness made Roy feel somewhat guilty about ogling her. Roy asked her about her life. "I go to Wood Creek Secondary over in Riverside, but I live in town here with my mom. She works cash Joe's hardware store. She got me this when I turned eighteen in June," she said, pulling out a gold necklace with an ornate pendant of gold studded gems that looked to be emeralds. She leaned forward to give him a better view, giving Roy an excuse to more thoroughly examine her beautiful breasts in the process. He could just make out the lacy lining of her plain white bra, struggling to keep her tits restrained. The attention Roy was giving Helen was making her just as aroused as she was making him. Beautiful though she was, Helen worried about what boys thought of her like any other teenage girl. She knew she was pretty, but most guys seemed to just see her for her body. She'd only ever been with two boys, her childhood friend, Rick, who'd taken her virginity when she was 16, and then her ex-boyfriend Dave, who'd she broken up with after he'd embarrassed her at junior prom. He had shown up drunk and made a real ass of himself. As Roy was admiring Helen, she appraised him herself. She guessed his age at about 40, his hair still had a lot of color, the silver only serving to make him look experienced. He has nice eyes, she thought. He didn't fit any of the usual stereotypes of a gym coach, he was very much in shape, and looked like he could actually keep up with those he taught the virtues of fitness to. She sat back down. "So, do you play any sports at school?" Roy asked. "Well I played volleyball, and I do rowing too," She replied. That accounts for her killer body. Roy thought. "What do you mean played?" Roy asked. "Well, last year our coach retired, and the school wasn't able to find a replacement for her. So next year the team's been cancelled," she told him, "It's really too bad, we've got some decent talent on the team. Me and a lot of the girls were counting on scholarships to go to college. But without a team, that's not likely. Although, didn't you say you're a coach, could you coach us?" Oh dear, Roy thought. "Well, I actually have a job lined up in Greenville. That's actually where I'm headed." Helen looked crestfallen, which made Roy feel bad. He didn't want to do anything to make her feel bad. He was already growing fond of her. Helen considered pressing the matter, but instead said. "Greenville? You passed the turn for Greenville about 15 miles back. Actually the road to Greenville is just past my house. If you could give me a ride home, I'll guide you to the road." "Alright, thanks." Roy's heart was racing with excitement. He was going to get to spend even more time with this goddess. His cock stirred in his jeans, he shifted uncomfortably. Hmm... He likes that idea. Helen thought. Maybe I can convince him to coach at Wood Creek. Helen had no delusions about how attractive she was, usually it made her self-conscious, but now she saw that it could be useful. Maybe she'd flutter her eyes a bit and he'd at least call the school. Helen laughed softly, "Trust me you're doing me a favour, it's a long walk." When Roy had finished eating, he went out to his car while Helen locked up the shop. She only wants a ride home Roy, get a hold of yourself. Roy thought to himself as he waited in his car. She's not even half your age, there's no way she's interested in you. But his heart kept pounding, and his cock throbbed painfully in his pants. Helen emerged from around the back of the restaurant, and came over to the car and hopped in. She'd changed into a white tank top that revealed an ample amount of cleavage, and a light pink summer sarong that showed off her long shapely legs. Helen noticed him eying her, and decided now was the time to play her trump card. "Listen," Helen said, suddenly she felt emotional. She was trying to be sexy, not a helplessly sobbing teenager. She bit her lower lip, bracing herself to say what she wanted. "Wood Creek really needs a coach. I know the job might not pay as much as the one in Greenville, but I'm sure everyone there will treat you well, and you already know me, and you seem cool. I'm sure all the girls would like you. We'd work really hard for you. If you don't help us there's no way I'll be able to afford college without an athletic scholarship, and not good enough at rowing for one, volleyball's my only hope. My mom doesn't have much money, and dad left when I was just a kid," she said this all in a flush, tears welling up in her eyes, and she began to sob. "I'm sorry," she said. She needs me. Roy realized. Seeing the grief in her beautiful face made his heart melt. I hope I don't regret this. This is a mistake. He told himself. The job in Greenville is perfect for me. Good pay, good location, and a good team. None of that mattered though, it had been perfect for Lorie, maybe Wood Creek would be perfect for him. No turning back. "Alright..." He said. "Oh, thank you! Thank you!" Helen said genuinely, the tears gone almost immediately. She leaned over hugging him, and kissing him on the cheek. Her large breasts pressed into his arm. She was relieved that she hadn't had to cry, she'd never been convincing as a false crier. Now I really need to seal the deal, Helen told herself, do something to make sure he was still interested in the morning. She had a brief internal conflict, I don't even know him, he's a stranger. But he is really handsome, and he's been so nice. Plus the poor guy just broke off with his wife. She kissed him again, this time closer to his mouth. Her hand went to his thigh, supporting her weight as she leaned over to bring his mouth to hers. Roy was frozen by surprise. Both from the kiss and by the proximity of her hand to his throbbing cock. Helen was persistent though, she kissed him again, and eventually her tongue invaded his mouth, and started to dance with his. Her mouth tasted remarkably good. She shuffled closer to get a better angle, never allowing their lips to part. She broke the kiss, and swung one leg over his thighs, mounting him. Her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his chest as her body pinned Roy to his chair, and they resumed their soul eating kiss. Roy acted on pure instinct. His hands went to her hips trying not to do anything that would make her stop. She ran her hands searchingly along his torso. Her hands trailed down his shirt, undoing all of the buttons, baring his chest and stomach to her. Her hands explored his toned chest, and flat stomach until they eventually made their way to the zipper on his pants. With deft movements, she undid the button and unzipped his fly. She reached through the fold of his boxer shorts and found his raging hard cock. She pulled it out, and began stroking it with her soft hands. She broke the kiss, "It's really big," she said breathlessly, she continued stroking it up the entire length. She'd only intended to kiss his cheek. But then she started to make out with him and then she'd let him feel her up a bit, but now Helen felt herself losing her control completely. Roy could only gasp, the pleasure she was bringing him was overwhelming. The hands of this beautiful young teen were the first to touch his cock (besides his own) in months. He hadn't enjoyed the touch of a woman since he'd tried to stage an intervention for his wife nearly a year earlier. She'd refused to admit that she had a problem, and had refused to have sex with him as if he'd betrayed her. He resolved not to cum until he determined how far Helen was willing to go. He developed some courage, and allowed his hands to leave her waist, one went upward to explore her torso under her tight fitting top. Her stomach was remarkably well toned. Rowing's paid off, Roy thought. His other hand went snaking beneath her sarong to her pubic mound. He rubbed at her through her panties; he could feel the warm wetness of her pussy through the silky fabric. He tried to push aside her underwear to get to her bare pussy, but Helen's hands left his cock, and for a moment Roy thought that he'd spooked her. He hadn't, her hands went to the hem of her shirt, which she pulled over her head and tossed on the passenger seat. She then arched her back, her chest jutting out towards him. She reached behind her back to undo her bra. Her breasts sprang free from their restraint, just as large and beautiful as Roy had imagined. She tossed her bra onto the passenger seat, as she'd done with her shirt moments earlier. What am I doing? Helen asked herself. His hands trailed up her now bare stomach as she watched silently, making their way up until he had a handful of each breast. His experienced hands kneaded the firm flesh, and teased the pink nipples that stood proudly from each mound. He's so gentle, she thought loving the feel of his hands on her body. Roy's skillful hands had Helen moaning pleasurably. Their lips met again, the kissed urgently. Helen's hands returned to Roy's cock, which still stood proudly between their two torsos. She stroked his cock as he kneaded her breasts. Their moans where muffled by each other's mouths, and it was her who broke the kiss once again. Helen had lost all control by this point. His hands felt so good on her body, it was like they'd been doing this for years even though they'd only met earlier that night. "I want you inside me," she said urgently, her eyes were glazed with lust. She struggled to undo the knot on the sarong, when she finally got it undone she tossed it over to the pile of clothing she'd started. She dismounted and slid out of her panties, lifting her hips from the car seat in a truly erotic fashion to do so. Roy doubted he'd last very long once he was inside her, but was determined to hold on as long as he could. In the dark of the car he couldn't make out much detail of her pussy, but it looked to be clean shaven. She mounted him once again, and ran the head of his cock along her wet opening. No going back, she told herself. She parted the lips of her cunt with the thick head of his manhood, and then lowered herself with her beautifully toned legs, gradually impaling herself with his shaft. Every movement she made was graceful and effortlessly sexy, the way her back arched sexily as she lowered himself down on him caused her chest to jut out into his face. Roy struggled to maintain his composure as she finally bottomed out. She was very tight, and he doubted she'd been with very many guys. She began to thrust her hips up and down slowly and gradually picked up the tempo as she grew more comfortable with the size of his cock. He's really big. Helen thought to herself. Coach King Ch. 02 Author's Note: Although this story has been categorized as mature (for the sake of consistency of the series), this could have been easily categorized under Lesbian Sex. If you are offended by such acts, do not read this story. I'd like to thank those who commented on the previous installment, I hope you enjoy. -Max Coach King Ch. 02 Helen was still naked as she walked over to her desk, grabbing her cell phone to check her text messages, the display on the phone told her that it was 11 o'clock. There was one text from her mother, reminding her that she was working all day, and that she would be at her boyfriend Joe's house all weekend. Hmm... a weekend to myself. Helen sent a quick confirmation text, and turned her attention to the next message. This one was from her friend Maddie, inviting Helen to a party the following night which she wouldn't be able to attend because she had a shift at the diner from four until midnight. The final one was from Kayla, she had the day off, and wanted to know if Helen wanted to hang out. Helen sent back a message telling her to come over whenever she wanted, and that they could hang out all day. She then went to the bathroom for a shower. Already naked, she simply turned the shower on and examined herself in the mirror as she waited for the water to warm up. She reflected further on the events of the previous night as she examined her figure in the mirror. She ran her hand along her pubic mound, noting the stubble and reminding herself to shave. Good thing it was dark in the car. She thought to herself critically, though forgave herself quickly as she hadn't been with a guy for nearly a month, and hadn't been planning on having any sexual encounters last night. Helen allowed her hands to go up her stomach, noting that the toning that she'd developed in her core from rowing was starting to go away already, she'd need to make sure she worked out during the summer to keep looking so good. Her arms and legs were still well toned she noted, and she was proud that despite the size of her breasts, they were still firm and with her chest exercises they stood out proudly. Examination completed, Helen jumped into the shower. The spray of warm water felt wonderful. Helen ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it away from her face. She stood under the warm stream of water for a few moments, luxuriating in the feel of the water flowing from her forehead where it impacted her, down her face, then down her neck to her chest, making its way between her breasts, down her flat stomach to her navel and onwards towards her pussy and toned legs. Helen pumped shampoo into her hand, and lathered up her hair. Rinsing the shampoo out sent suds sluicing down her back to her ass, and eventually down the back of her toned calves. She repeated the process with a conditioner, carefully making sure that her thick hair was well rinsed. Helen then grabbed her pink luffa sponge, and from another bottle squirted body wash onto it. She ran the luffa along her torso, building up a lather along her breasts, abdomen, and groin. She then lathered up her arms, turning towards the spray to rinse off the soap. She applied more soap to the luffa, and began to lather up her legs, hoisting one up onto the shower bench then the other. Rinsing off her legs, she then turned her attention to her back and ass. Pulling her wet hair to her front to prevent getting soap in it, and grabbing a scrub brush she applied the same body soap, scrubbing her back and further down to her ass, facing towards the stream. She turned her back to it to spray the suds off. Helen then grabbed a razor, and some shaving cream. Lathering up her legs, she shaved each of them with practiced motions. Then came her pussy. She grabbed the handheld shower head and sat on the shower bench, shifting her weight forward giving her easy access to her entire mound. Applying the shaving cream to the entire region she began the careful process of shaving the stubble from her mound. Then, using the water jet from the shower head she rinsed herself. The pressure from the warm water against her pussy felt wonderful, Helen began to finger herself absently as she felt herself becoming increasingly aroused by the stimulation created by the jet of water and her fingers. She made herself stop, remembering that Kayla was on her way. Disappointed that she didn't have enough time to get herself off again, Helen rinsed herself off once more and then turned off the hot water. Leaving the shower, she dried her body thoroughly with a towel, and tied it around herself while she grabbed her hair dryer. Helen combed and dried her hair, leaving it loose. She then let the towel drop to the ground, reaching on tip toes into the cabinet on above the sink for her body lotion. Helen applied a dollop of the cream to her hands, and then proceeded to rub the oil up her arms, then to her chest. She massaged the lotion into the skin of her breasts, and stomach. Then further down to the mound of her pussy, and then rising one leg up onto the toilet seat, massaging the oil into her the skin of her right leg first, then her left. Helen loved the ritual of cleaning herself, and getting ready for the day, she found it to be very therapeutic and sometimes, like today, arousing. Feeling much better, she left the bathroom, walking through the hallway naked once again. Having no father or siblings around, Helen had never learned to worry about nudity around the house, and frequently wandered downstairs wearing nothing but panties and a bra. Her mom was the same, and the two were comfortable seeing each other that way. Reaching her bedroom she began the long and tedious process of deciding what to wear. She decided to on a sexy black bikini, with a pair of skin-tight white short shorts and no other top, knowing that by hang out, Kayla had meant going down the beach to sunbathe. One of the advantages of living on a farm in the middle of nowhere was the privacy, and that Deer River, from which the town got its name, ran through the property on which their farm house sat. There was a beautiful beach on their land where the two girls had been going to swim for years. That beach was where Helen had lost her virginity to her childhood friend Rick, who had moved away to live with his Dad in California shortly after. Now ready for the day, Helen went to her computer to surf the net while she waited for Kayla to arrive. She shifted uncomfortably; the bikini top she was wearing was tight on her. She'd bought it last year, and her breasts had grown even more since then. Helen wished they'd stop; they'd been growing steadily since she was 13, and had been teased mercilessly by the other girls in her class when high school started. Helen had never been very good at confrontation, up until high school she'd known everyone in her class since first grade, and had been well liked. However, all the local elementary schools fed into Wood Creek Secondary, and Helen had been thrown into a mix of students from all over the region. Fortunately, Kayla had been there to defend her, and if there was a girl who could bitch someone out, it was her. Though, as of last year Helen was once again well liked, not just because she was best friends with the most popular girl in school, but also because she was so kind and trusting, almost to the point of gullible. Even the geeks and stoners liked her, which was unusual for a girl who was a member of the preppy popular clique. Coach King Ch. 02 Helen reached down and grasped one of Kayla's breasts in one of her hands each, teasing the nipples with her fingers. Her practiced hands were bringing Kayla a great amount of pleasure, her grey eyes were shut, and she groaned softly as Helen teased her nipples deftly. Kayla reached up and grasped Helen's much larger breasts, teasing her nipples in much the same way. Their lips met once more and they resumed their intense make out session for a few moments. Kayla broke the kiss for air. "I wish my breasts were big like yours." Kayla said absently, voicing a thought that had circulated around her mind for a long time, but had gone unsaid. "Don't Kayla, you're beautiful the way you are. My boobs would look silly on your frame. The breasts you have are perfect." Helen replied. As if to make a point of it, Helen began to make her way down her friend's body, kissing her throat hungrily, then her chest, and finally her breasts. Helen's hands continued to massage Kayla's breasts as she suckled at her nipples. She continued to do this, earning gasps of excitement from Kayla. Kayla looked down as her friend toyed with her breasts, marvelling at the incredibly erotic sight; Helen's bare breasts were squashed beneath her on Kayla's well-toned torso, spilling out on either side of her narrow back as she swirled her tongue around Kayla's nipples and squeezed the firm flesh of her tits. Kayla was writhing beneath Helen pleasurably. Helen raked her teeth gently along Kayla's stiff nipples, causing her to inhale sharply. Helen took her mouth away from Kayla's breasts, and kissed her torso just below them. Kayla made a whining sound, anticipating what Helen was about to do. Helen made her way down her friend's torso, leaving a trail of wet kisses with her luscious lips as she went. Kayla was practically panting from anticipation at this point. Helen grasped the waistband of Kayla's bikini bottom, kissing the flesh as it was exposed. Kayla lifted her hips allowing Helen to pull them past her , and then with a great display of flexibility, lifted her legs towards her torso knees slightly bent so Helen could remove the garment. Helen threw the bikini bottom to the pile that they'd started on her towel, and shifted down further so that she had a better angle between Kayla's legs. Kayla shaved the lips of her pussy, and trimmed her bush into a little black triangle above her pussy. Almost like a directional arrow, telling Helen where to apply her mouth. Helen brought her mouth close to her friend's opening; she could smell the musky odor radiating from it, filling her lungs, increasing her own arousal. Helen allowed her tongue to snake out, brushing against the outer labia of her friend's pussy. This resulted in Kayla gasping sharply. "Oh fuck, Helen! Please..." She trailed off as Helen lapped at her pussy, intentionally avoiding the pleasure centre, Kayla's clit. Helen continued teasing her friend, causing Kayla to writhe on the towel, her legs bent at the knees on either side of Helen, feet buried in the soft sand of the beach. Helen ran her hands along the outsides of her friend's thighs, trailing upwards along the outside of her buttocks, up her stomach, and finally returning to Kayla's breasts. She began to tease Kayla's nipples as she ran her tongue all around her pretty cunt, still avoiding her clit, wanting to prolong her pleasure. Kayla gasped as Helen used her mouth on her, not believing the pleasure she was feeling from Helen's ministrations. Her hands went to the back of her friends head, and tangled in her wet hair. Helen allowed Kyla direct her movements with her hands. Kyla directed Helen insistently to her clit, and Helen finally gave in and began to work on the sensitive bud. "Ahhh! Oh, my God, Helen..." Kayla gasped, for as Helen's tongue came into contact with her clit, she squeezed Kayla's nipples firmly, sending a double course of pleasure throughout her entire body. Kayla's cries of pleasure increased in volume as Helen increased the pace of both her tongue on Kayla's clit, as well as her hands on her breasts. Kayla could feel her orgasm building up quickly, and knew it was going to be a powerful one. Helen was persistent, and just as her jaw was getting tired from the constant up and down motion, she felt Kayla tense. Kayla's feet rose from where they were planted on either side of Helen, and slender legs wrapped tightly around Helen's torso, her calves pressing against Helen's shoulder blades, pushing forward against her pussy as she drove her hips upward, effectively fucking Helen's face. Helen fortunately had taken a deep breath through her nose before Kayla's orgasm had ripped through her body, or she would have been smothered as Kayla ground her pussy against her tongue and chin as her orgasm ripped through her. Helen's face was becoming soaked with her friend's juices as Kayla came, her cries echoing out over the water. When Kayla finally came down from her orgasm she unwrapped her legs from around her friend's body shakily, allowing her to breathe. Helen sat up, sitting back against her calves, breathing heavily. Her mouth and chin glistened with juices from Kayla's pussy, she wiped her face with the back of her hand, like someone who has just eaten a satisfying meal. "Helen... Wow, just... wow." Kayla gasped, as she returned from the high her orgasm had sent her to. Helen laughed, "You nearly suffocated me!" She said with mock indignation. "Oh shut up, I know about your freakish ability." Kayla replied, a smile forming on her lips. "Oh, and what might that be?" Helen asked, knowing she was walking into a trap, but not really caring. "Your ability to breathe through your ears!" Kayla said, laughing proudly. "Oh for God's sake" Helen muttered, but laughing despite the lameness of her friends joke. Helen got up and returned to her towel. She grabbed the tanning lotion, and considered grabbing her top but changed her mind. Might as well get an even tan. She told herself, and removed her bottoms as well. Kayla rolled over onto her stomach surveying Helen's now naked body, while also affording Helen a wonder view of her incredibly well formed ass. Helen watched her friend just soak up the summer sun in post orgasmic bliss, letting the beads of water evaporate from her flushed flesh. Helen dried herself with her towel, and then rubbed tanning lotion all over the front of her body, she stood up to do her legs and ass. "Want me to do your back?" Kayla asked. Helen smiled and nodded. Kayla got up with a contented sigh, and headed retrieved the bottle from her friend. Standing behind the taller girl, Kayla began to rub lotion into Helen's back with warm hands. "Hmm, did you shave this morning?" Kayla asked noting how smooth her friend's skin looked, trailing her hand down to feel the smooth flesh. "Yeah, why?" Helen asked, enjoying the feeling of Kayla's hand on her mound. "Do you want me to..." Kayla hesitated, not quite sure how to phrase what she was going to suggest. Return the favour? She thought, though that sounded weird. Helen caught on though, "No, it's alright. Let's just relax now, you've got plenty of time to pay me back." So after Helen had gotten completely covered with the tanning oil, they repeated the process with Kayla. The pair then lay out on their respective towels, soaking in the rays, enjoying the warmth of the sun on their glistening bodies. Neither was concerned about being caught like this, they'd done this a hundred times in the past, the beach was completely private. Helen felt herself drifting off and forced herself to roll over onto her stomach, closing her eyes against the sun's rays. The two chatted as they sunbathed, about the upcoming school year, the previous school year, and the latest town gossip. Helen's stomach growled and she realised that she had skipped breakfast. "Oh god, I'm starving. I didn't eat anything for breakfast." Helen declared. "Don't even think of making that joke." Helen warned Kayla, who looked up at her as if she didn't follow. Helen went to the bag of snacks that they'd packed. "Shouldn't have done that, breakfast's the most important meal of the day. Hmm... I could eat too." Kayla said absently, it sounded as if she had begun to doze off. She stretched lazily, like a cat rising from a nap. The two retreated to the shelter of the shade, cooling down as they ate. They drank water from the bottle that they'd packed, rehydrating themselves, chatting as they ate. "So, you work tomorrow?" Kayla asked. "Yeah, at four." Helen replied, taking a big bite out of a strawberry. "Cool, I'll drive you in. I'm teaching the kids class tomorrow night. Meredith's gone to Florida for vacation." "It'll probably be dead, the game's on. No one wants to miss it." Helen said. "Yeah, I kind of hope it is. You'll be busy though." Kayla said. That was true. Game day was always busy at the diner. Jeff turned the place into something more akin to a sports bar on game days, setting up two huge wide screen TV's on the counter and serving beer, ribs, wings, and fries. For Helen game days were a blessing and a curse. She made excellent tips, easily twice of what she'd make any other shift, however she had to put up with some pretty vulgar comments from the drunk patrons. It had gotten worse once she'd turned eighteen; some of the men seemed to think that automatically made her open for business. However, the crude men were usually outnumbered by the gentlemen, and the comments usually didn't get out of hand. Kayla saw the concern on Helen's face. "You know, if you want extra tips you could always wear that get up." She said jokingly, gesturing to Helen's discarded bikini and shorts. "I could never..." Helen said blushing. Kayla laughed at the horrified look on Helen's face. "Come on. Let's head back, it's getting too hot." Kayla suggested. They redressed, their clothes had dried in the sun while they'd been tanning. They cleared the beach and walked back to the house, discussing the outfit that would get Helen the biggest tips. They ranged from a nurses outfit (Kayla's idea), to a school girl's outfit (also Kayla's idea). Making light of the situation had Helen beginning to feel better at the prospect of working the following night, and soon the conversation had the two giggling devilishly all the way back to the house. When they got to the house they each took a shower, cleaning the tanning oil from their bodies. Helen dried and tied her hair back into a ponytail. She noted that her time in the sun today had tanned her skin somewhat, and had brought out some more of the natural blonde highlights in her hair. She met Kayla downstairs, and the two went to the basement where it was the coolest. They spent the rest of the afternoon doing their nails, chatting about the future, and watching television. Kayla encouraged Helen to invite her 'mysterious lover' over, and persisted until she sent Roy a text asking him if he wanted to meet. Satisfied, Kayla suggested that they order in pizza. The delivery guy had gawked when Helen and Kayla had answered the door, still wearing their beach attire. Kayla had made it worse by exclaiming: "Ooo, Helen did you remember to ask for extra sausage?" Kayla said, leaning over outrageously to open the box that Helen had placed on the stair behind her, purposely teasing the poor delivery man with an excellent view of her shapely behind. It was a weak innuendo, but it had the poor delivery guy blushing, and had made Helen blush scarlet. "Here," she said meekly, handing him a few bills "Keep the change." She said, shutting the door before Kayla could invite him in and start a scene out of a porno in her living room. "You're terrible!" Helen exclaimed. "Oh, poo. You know you love me." Kayla laughed wickedly. She reveled in making Helen uncomfortable, and made it her mission to do so as much as possible. Her theory was that the more she did it, Helen would develop a higher tolerance to embarrassment. Or not. "Did you see his face. He couldn't get his eyes off of us." Kayla said as they brought the pizza into the kitchen to eat. "You mean off you, or more accurately your ass." Helen replied, smiling despite her embarrassment. She couldn't stay angry at Kayla for long. "Oh, he was checking out your boobs long before he took an interest in what I was doing." Kayla replied, turning Helen an even darker shade of red. "Let's just eat." Helen said, shaking her head incredulously. Coach King Ch. 02 Roy King fell back into his bed with a sigh of relief, still wearing the suit he'd put on for his interview with Ms. Pamela Hall. Roy couldn't believe what had just happened. When did I start getting so lucky? Roy thought. Though he wasn't truly lucky, he realised. Yes, he'd just had sex with two gorgeous women within the past 24 hours, but he'd also broken off with his wife, ending a relationship that had lasted nearly three decades. He wondered if she'd even remember the conversation they'd had, she'd sounded completely hammered on the phone. Roy pulled his phone out of his pocket, he had ignored the icon telling him he had voice mail earlier that day when he'd called Wood Creek, but decided he should see his soon to be ex-wife's reaction to his ultimatum. Roy thumbed the cursor over the little envelope icon, highlighted the first in a long stream of messages that he recognised to be from his wife, and pressed the centre button of his phone. At first he hardly recognised Lorie's voice it was so full of rage. "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU HANG UP THE PHONE ON ME!!! YOU SPINELESS SON OF A BITCH!!! YOU'LL COME CRAWLING BACK, BEGGING ME TO FORGIVE YOU!!! YOU'LL REGRET THIS YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!" Roy had to pull the phone away to protect his ear from the incredible volume she'd reached. The next three messages were different variations of the first, increasing in their use of obscenities and insults, strengthening Roy's relief that he'd finally grown the balls necessary to leave her. The fifth message struck Roy hard, apparently Lorie had been sleeping with her boss, James MacIntyre, for years now. "HE FUCKED ME HARDER THAN YOU EVER DID ROY! DIDN'T YOU EVER WONDER ABOUT ALL THOSE 'LATE NIGHTS', YOU FUCKING IDIOT?! YOU'RE NOTHING!" She had shrieked in her message. This revelation hit Roy hard, this hadn't been something he'd expected from Lorie. He'd thought that her late nights were 'girl's night outs' where she'd get drunk with her friends, or by herself. Roy felt anger swell through his body, consuming his mind. Throwing the phone to the ground, he placed his face in his palms, doubling over from the intense emotional reaction. Tears began to well in his eyes, he felt betrayed, angry, foolish and then ashamed. Ashamed that he'd been so stupid, ashamed that he hadn't come to realize that he couldn't 'fix' Lorie sooner, she was who she was, and he wanted nothing to do with her. He also felt a twang of guilt. Since last night he'd been riding the adrenalin high from finally being liberated from Lorie, first having sex with a vulnerable eighteen year old, then taking advantage of an overeager career woman. All the events that had transpired in the last sixteen hours began to slam Roy's conscience. Guilt began to consume him, tears of shame began to flow freely from his eyes. In a movie the hero's tears were always reluctant, fought back courageously, until one solitary tear was shed over a stoic face. Roy was no movie hero, his breath came in deep gasps, the moan of a wounded animal tore its way out from deep inside him, and tears began to flow freely from his eyes as he sobbed convulsively. He curled up in a ball on the bed as the powerful emotions overtook him. Shame first for the way he'd acted, then anger at Lorie for her betrayal of his trust, then a deep all-consuming sense of sadness and loneliness as he realized what divorce from Lorie meant. All the time that they'd spent together seemed to matter for nothing, they'd been together for better or worse since they were in high school. These thoughts spread through him all at once, a stream of consciousness that may have taken minutes, or hours. How long has she been with him? Roy wondered. A vivid image of the two of them together flashed through his mind, making him feel sick, bile rising up in the back of his throat. Roy continued to lay there as all the emotions he'd been pushing back came screaming to the forefront of his mind and consumed him, a series of incoherent thoughts ran through his mind, overwhelming him. He lost all concept of time as he was roasted by an internal hellfire. Coach King Ch. 02 Kayla took his large hand in her much smaller one and shook it firmly. "Nice to meet you, I'm Kayla Ward." She replied with a smile, looking up at him. Kayla was startled when she looked up into his face. Grey eyes, wait, could he be? Kayla said growing excited. No, he's too old, Helen would never go for him. But Helen hadn't specified the age, only that he was older, had grey eyes, and that he was hot. Which this Roy King definitely was, despite the fact that he looked to be at least 40. She had to make sure though. "So what are you doing in town?" Kayla asked. "Is it that obvious I'm not from around here?" Roy laughed. "Yeah, kinda. I think I'd remember seeing you." Kayla said. The way she said that made Roy feel like he was being flirted with, though he was out of practice when it came to that kind of thing, and may have misinterpreted. "Well, I'm here for a job interview." "Oh yeah, what do you do?" Kayla said, growing excited. This could definitely be the guy. "I'm a coach." "Oh, I see..." Kayla said ponderously. "Where was your interview? Greenville?" Roy was surprised Kayla had guessed so easily. "Actually it was supposed to be, but I..." Roy paused, this girl probably knew Helen he realised. They looked to be the same age, and might go to Wood Creek as well. "Ended up going to Wood Creek instead, I heard that there was a position open there that was ideal for me." He finished, omitting that he'd been at the Dead End Diner the previous night. He thought it would be safer if no one knew that the two of them had met before he began work in September. "Oh, cool. I go there, what do you coach?" Kayla said, growing more confident that this was Helen's now not so mysterious lover. Though she still wasn't certain. "Volleyball. I'll be coaching the senior girls' team at Wood Creek starting in September." "Oh, that's excellent! I go to Wood Creek, and lots of my friends are on the team, but it was supposed to be cancelled." She said delighted. "I'll look forward to seeing you there then." Roy said. It was getting late, he needed to get ready for his dinner with Pam, he started to back away from Kayla's car, approaching his. Kayla gasped audibly when she saw the car. A black Volvo! Just like Helen said. Kayla was nearly certain now that this was the guy. Way to go Helen, Kayla thought to herself, you've fucked the new coach before he's even started. Kayla nearly burst into laughter, and Roy seemed to notice. "You alright?" he asked. "Oh sorry, yeah I'm fine. Nice car." She commented, nearly setting off a giggle fit. She couldn't believe that she'd just run into him out of the blue like this. She'd been planning on trying to wheedle out the information from Helen gradually over the course of the summer, but this was so much better. Now Kayla would be able to tease her endlessly. "Yeah, it runs fine. The air conditioning busted though, been a bitch with this heat." He replied. "Oh, it probably just needs to be recharged. My stepdad owns an auto shop; he could fix that for you real quick. How long are you going to be in town for?" Kayla asked, wanting to see more of this guy. "I'm leaving tomorrow." Roy said, though the original plan had been for him to leave today. A day to travel to Greenville, a day in Greenville for the interview, and then a day of travel back home. That plan was out the window now, now the plan was to call up his lawyer friend Mike on Monday, and get started on divorce proceedings. "Well, we open at eight. I'm working tomorrow; I'll let George know you're coming. It'll only take an hour or so." "Sounds good, where's the shop?" Roy asked, excited by the prospect of seeing this sexy young woman again. "It's just up the road, past Waterfront Inn, 'George's Repair Shop' you can't miss it." "Alright, see you tomorrow then." "Later." Kayla said, closing the hood of the F150. Roy watched her hop in. The engine roared to life, and she went flying out onto the highway once more, waving as she went past. Wow. Roy thought to himself, as he returned to his car, finally realising he'd had a full on erection the entire time he was talking to Kayla. Feeling thoroughly embarrassed, he started the vehicle, and drove off, heading back to the hotel. Coach King Ch. 03 Author's Note: Here's the third installment of the Coach King series. If you haven't already, I'd recommend you read the first two chapters before you read this one. I'd like to thank everyone for the feedback on the previous chapter, and I hope you all enjoy this one; it was certainly fun to write. -Max Roy groaned pleasurably, his fingers tangled in Pam's golden locks as she took his cock into her mouth. He'd woken up to find her under the covers, running her tongue along the shaft of his morning erection. Pam's tongue swirled around his bulbous cockhead, masturbating his cock with both hands as she did so. One hand left the shaft to begin fondling his balls. Her saliva coated his cock as she attempted to cram the entire thing into her mouth, relaxing the muscles of her throat to avoid gagging. Pam's fist worked up and down the slick rod as she bobbed her head, repeatedly taking Roy's cock deep into her throat, massaging his balls with her other hand. The intensity and sheer boldness of Pam's antics quickly had Roy approaching the edge, he gripped either side of her head encouraging her to increase the pace, thrusting his hips upward to meet her mouth. Wet sounds of her gagging softly filled Pam's bedroom. Pam let go of his cock leaving only her mouth on his shaft, forcing her to take the entire length into her throat as Roy fucked her mouth. Pam looked up at him with her big blue eyes urging him on. "Oh God... Pam I'm going to cum!" Roy managed to warn her, never missing a beat. Pam felt Roy's balls tighten and his body stiffen, and prepared for the inevitable. Roy moaned gutturally as his cock began to spasm between Pam's stretched lips, and began to pump cum deep down her throat. Shot after shot of cum was expelled by his cock, overfilling Pam's mouth as she struggled to swallow it all. Roy's body relaxed, but Pam wasn't done yet. She drew her mouth up and down his still hard shaft, milking out as much cum from him as she could, completely draining his balls. His cum came out in a steady stream, repeatedly filling Pam's mouth. She moaned pleasurably from the taste of his cum as she gulped it down, eagerly swallowing as much as she could draw from him. Once she was sure that he had none left she withdrew, sitting back with her bare ass on her feet between Roy's parted legs. "Good morning, Roy." She said brightly, wiping up stray cords of semen from her chin into her mouth with her fingers. The morning sunlight illuminated her hair into a golden cloud around her head, making her look like an angel; an angel with Roy's cum on her chin. "Oh God..." Was all Roy could manage. "Listen, my mother is going to be here in less than an hour for breakfast, and unless you'd like to meet her, you'd probably better get out of here." Pam continued, smacking her lips. "Oh, okay. Just let me relax for a sec." Roy said, trying to let his heart slow down before he did anything. Pam rolled out of the bed, and began to search for something to wear. Roy watched as she fluttered around the room, admiring her beauty. Her body had been well maintained after high school, she had told him that she still swam regularly and it showed; there wasn't any excess fat on her. Every curve flowed seamlessly into the next. Roy was disappointed when she eventually settled on a pair of grey sweatpants and a red tank top and began to pull them on, ending his ogling session. "So, I guess you're heading back to Hartford today?" She asked as she dressed. "Yeah, I need to get home and settle my divorce." Roy said, feeling strange by saying that. The situation felt even more alien in light of the blowjob he'd just received; made even stranger by the fact that it had come from a woman twenty years his junior. He sat up, and began to search for his own clothes. He found his pants first, and pulled them up as he watched Pam leave the room and enter the bathroom. "Do you have an email address?" She called over the sound of running water. "Ah, yeah. I'll write it down for you." "Good, we'll keep in touch while you're away. I'll send you some lesson plans from previous years for your PE and biology classes, and the state curriculum requirements for a twelfth grade anatomy class. Unfortunately we haven't had one for a while, so you're probably going to have to do the planning for that pretty much from scratch." Pam said, poking her head out through the bathroom door, running a brush through her hair. "That'd be great." Roy said, zipping up his fly and doing up his belt. "Also, you're going to need a place to live. I can look around for you, and send you a few options if you'd like." Pam said, her words garbled by the toothpaste in her mouth. "Oh, okay. Thanks a lot." Roy said; it was nice to have someone looking out for him. Pam came out of the bathroom, and crossed over to Roy who was buttoning up his shirt. She stood up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss firmly on his lips. The kiss was wonderfully affectionate, and it pleased Roy that they'd become comfortable with each other so quickly. Seeing her dressed so casually was a little strange for Roy at first, he'd only seen her in a gown or pant suit before (or nothing), but he decided he liked her this way better, it advertised her natural beauty. "Don't mention it. It's too bad you have to leave so early." She sighed, looking up at him. Roy smiled. "We'll have plenty of fun when I get back." He told her. Pam kissed him again, this time it lasted longer and seemed to have an increased urgency to it. She wants to go for another round. Roy pushed her back gently, "Didn't you say something about your mother?" He asked glancing at the clock radio on her bedside table; it read 8:48 am. Pam gave a rather uncharacteristic grunt of frustration. "You're right. She'll be here in ten minutes. You'd better get going." The pair made their way downstairs, and kissed once more at the door before Roy left. "Bye." Roy said. "Remember, keep in touch." Pam said with a smile, and closed the door behind him softly. Coach King Ch. 03 "Okay... Maybe I deserved that, but Helen listen..."Roy said, bracing himself for another smack, but it didn't come. Helen was dressed in a pair of white bikini style panties, and a purple tank top. She stood in the doorway arms crossed beneath her breasts, not allowing him into her home, but waiting for him to continue. Despite her anger, Roy found her beauty just as intoxicating as he had the first night they'd met. Roy took her reprieve as a good sign. "Okay, so overnight on Thursday Lorie kept calling me..." "Lorie?" Helen said, raising an eyebrow. "My wife." Roy said quickly, hurriedly continuing. "She was drunk, and kept calling to continue our fight, but I didn't want to deal with her while she was drunk so I turned off my phone..." "Are you getting back together with her?" Helen asked in a dejected voice that terrified Roy, her shoulders slumped weakly and she braced herself against the doorway, not meeting his eyes. It amazed him that he'd grown to care about her so deeply in such a short period of time. "What? No, no no no! I turned off the phone, and I forgot to turn it back on so I didn't get your message until Friday morning. Then I responded, you got that message right?" Roy said. Helen nodded, relaxing her posture a little. The best lies have a kernel of truth to them; they allow the creator to shape the truth to their advantage. Roy didn't plan on including any of the truth for the previous night in his story, telling Helen that he'd been busy with Pam, the principal of her high school and his new boss, would be suicide. She could easily ask questions that Roy wasn't prepared to give answers to. However, he could include Lorie's tirade from the day before yesterday. From here on he'd be totally blowing smoke up her ass. "Okay, so at around four o'clock yesterday I went over to this Chinese place near the Inn, to get a bite to eat and... well let's just say it didn't agree with me. I ended up spending the whole night kneeling in front of the throne, to put it politely." "And you didn't think to call? To let me know what'd happened to you? Roy, do you know what I thought had happened? What you'd done?" Helen said an exasperated grin on her face, approaching him. Maybe it was that she didn't want to believe that Roy had abandoned her, maybe it was that she was a bit naive, but she'd bought his lie without question. Roy took her in his arms, elated. The visible look of relief on her face eased Roy's guilt for lying to her. Lies don't count if they don't hurt anyone, right? He thought to himself. "You scared me so bad." She muttered. "I'm sorry, I never meant to worry you." Roy told her. We're okay again, thank God. Until now Roy had been legitimately worried that Helen wouldn't forgive him. "I'm sorry I slapped you." Helen said softly, nestling her head against his chest. "I'm sorry I didn't call you." Roy said. Helen's body pressed against his, suddenly making him very aware that her breasts were braless beneath the top she was wearing. He held her tenderly, both enjoying the embrace. "You really can't get me pregnant?" She asked, turning her gaze upward. Roy felt a rush of guilt as he finally realised the full extent of the anxiety that he must have caused her. "Lorie made me get a vasectomy over ten years ago." He told her. Helen nodded, feeling greatly relieved. Kayla's stepfather had had a vasectomy a few years ago, and had spent the next three days on the couch. "I had to get neutered to get control over the remote." George had joked to Helen miserably when she asked him how he was doing. "Good. Are you feeling better from yesterday? You look exhausted." She asked, looking up at Roy with concerned eyes. Her show of concern towards him made Roy feel all the more affectionate towards her. "I think so," Roy said, "I slept a lot after I stopped...well after it stopped. So I'm okay." Good cover. "Good, because I want something from you." Helen told him, leaning up towards him; her hands trailing up past his shoulder blades to the back of his head. "Is that right?" Roy said with a smile, leaning down. "Uh huh." Roy met her midway, his lips meeting hers. They kissed softly at first, lips slightly parted so their tongues could dance a slow waltz. The pace increased as Helen pressed her body more firmly against Roy's, her large breasts squashed between their bodies. Roy's hands left Helen's hips and trailed down to her ass, squeezing the firm orbs over the thin white fabric of her panties. Helen moaned into his mouth as his hands groped her buttocks, pulling his mouth more firmly onto hers. Roy could feel her nipples pressing against his chest as she rubbed herself against him, their height difference meaning that his quickly stiffening cock pressed against her taut stomach. Fortunately he'd had a couple of hours to recover from this morning's blowjob from Pam. Their tongues continued to probe each other's mouths, the reality that they were standing on Helen's front porch in broad daylight and could be seen from the highway not entering their minds. Roy pushed his hands beneath Helen's panties, his hands now on the bare flesh of her ass cheeks. He squeezed, the firm buns dimpling beneath his hungry hands. Roy felt Helen's hands leave his head, and find a new home at his groin. One hand rubbed the bulge that had formed there, and the other undid his belt and fly. Her hand reached inside, and gripped his erection. She ran her hand up and down the shaft, spreading the pre-cum from his cockhead to the rest of his long rod. She tugged insistently at the waist of his jeans and underwear beneath, until they fell into a puddle at his feet. One of Helen's legs came up to wrap around his thigh; she pressed her pubic mound firmly against him. Roy pushed Helen back against the front of the house, grasping for the other leg at the thigh, his movement slightly hindered by the clothes tangled around his ankles. He lifted her and pressed her back against the wall, supporting her weight with his hips, his hands went beneath her to steady her. Helen's hand grasped his rock hard cock and pushed her panties aside with his cockhead, pressing it against her soaked opening. Helen whimpered excitedly, desperately wanting Roy inside her. Roy pushed forward and upward, penetrating her with his thick manhood, turning Helen's whimper into a wanton cry of lust. "Oh God, fuck me Roy!" Helen groaned, needing it desperately. Roy thrust upward, Helen's tight pussy stretching to accommodate the size of the intrusion. Roy began to drive his cock into her more harshly, earning him more moans of excitement from Helen. "Oh yes, like that..." She moaned huskily into his ear; the lust in her voice stirring a deep sexual part of Roy. Pinned against the front of her house, Roy began to fuck Helen with as much strength as he could muster. His ass flexed with each thrust as he repeatedly drove his cock into Helen's tightly stretched pussy. Helen purred encouragements into his ear between her gasps of pleasure, spurring him on, urgently needing to cum. The shaft of his cock ran along her clit at this angle, giving Helen even more pleasure; she was going wild, her cries of ecstasy echoed out over the open field surrounding the house, joining the humming sounds of the cicadas. Roy felt incredibly powerful fucking Helen in this position; each thrust impacted her with immense force and elicited a cry of ecstasy from the beautiful teen. "Keep going Roy, you're going make me cum..." She said breathlessly. Roy increased his pace further, slamming his pelvis into Helen's in an effort to get her off. He felt his own orgasm quickly approaching, and was determined to get her off as well. Suddenly her legs tightened around his body, holding his cock deep inside her. He felt her body stiffen against his. "Ohhhh!" Helen groaned, her legs and rest of her body flexing tightly as her orgasm hit her. Helen's cunt gripped Roy's organ tightly, pushing him over the edge. He groaned hoarsely, his balls tightening and his cock began to spasm inside of her. His shaft flexed as cord after cord of his cum was blasted into Helen's cunt. He thrust raggedly up into her as he came, his hands gripping Helen's ass almost painfully. His cock pulsed as it fed Helen's ravenous pussy with his cum. "Aahhgg!" Roy moaned raggedly as his orgasm ended. The pair panted against each other, Helen's long hair stuck to her forehead from perspiration. She pressed her lips hungrily against Roy's as his cock began to soften; it continued to pulsate in time with his heartbeat as it deflated. Roy kissed her back with equal hunger, her full lips pressing against his, not wanting to retreat. Roy shakily stepped back, allowing his shining cock to slide from her cream filled pussy, partially supporting Helen as she tried to stand with unsteady legs. "Should we go inside?" Roy asked, desperately needing to collapse into a chair or bed. "Hell yes, I want more of that." Helen said, looking down at Roy's now flaccid penis. "They say makeup sex is the best kind." Roy replied. "Hmm... Well we'll have to try all the others to make sure." She responded, surprising herself and Roy with her naughtiness. Incredible. Roy's legs felt even weaker. Coach King Ch. 03 Helen slowly impaled herself on Roy's cock, her tight pussy stretching around the shaft as it burrowed into her. Roy's moan of pleasure was muffled by Helen's breasts; Helen hugged his head into her chest as he finally bottomed out inside of her. She gyrated her hips, grinding her pelvis against his, moaning pleasurably as she relished the feeling of fullness. Their last coupling had been led by Roy; this one would be led by Helen. She rose upward, pushing Roy's head more firmly into her bosom; smothering him with her tit flesh. Helen lowered herself down on his cock once more, luxuriating in the feel of every ridge along the shaft along the walls of her ravenous pussy. The visual stimulation of Helen's breasts in his face, and the physical stimulation of her cunt wrapped tightly around his cock quickly were bringing Roy an overwhelming amount of pleasure. His hands kneaded the flesh of her heavy breasts; his tongue circled the stiff nipple of her left breast greedily. Helen groaned, and her hands left the back of Roy's head. She leaned back, griping his thighs just above the knees, arms locked straight. This change in position prevented Roy from playing with her breasts, but it offered him an incredibly erotic vision: That of an eighteen year old goddess bouncing up and down on his cock while her voluptuous breasts swung wildly along with her motions, her left nipple glistening lewdly with his saliva. Helen was riding Roy hard, driving herself down on his cock with great fervor. Her face and neck had become flushed from exertion and arousal, perspiration beaded at her brow as her hair swung wildly behind her. Roy brought his hands to her slender waist, steadying her as she drove both of them towards an unavoidable orgasm. He watched in utter entrancement as his cock disappeared past the bald lips of her pussy, then came back into sight glistening with their combined juices. Her toned abdominal muscles flexed sexily as she gyrated her hips as she used her legs to thrust up and down. Despite her exceptional stamina Helen was beginning to get fatigued by the continuous thrusting of her hips, sensing this Roy began driving upwards, meeting her halfway. With Roy's upwards thrusts, Helen felt her orgasm approaching her even more quickly, however she tried to hold on until Roy was ready to cum too, wanting to harmonize. However, this was not possible for her, Helen felt her body tightening, and Roy felt it too. Her grip on his thighs became so tight it was almost painful. "Ohhh fuuck!" Helen cried out as her orgasm wracked through her body. Her arms became weak as she came on his cock; she leaned forward on top of him, her breasts pressing against his chest as her body trembled on top of him. She panted deeply, soft moans of pleasure escaping her as aftershocks pulsed throughout her body. Roy buried his face in her hair, kissing her neck softly as he held his cock deep in her pussy. Her scent drifted teasingly into his nostrils and her lust filled breathing filled his ears. She lay on top of him as she recovered from her orgasm. "Sorry, I couldn't hold on any longer." She said, looking up at him with her beautiful blue-green eyes. "Don't be, Helen that was amazing." Roy replied. "Are you ready to keep going?" He asked, her breathing had returned to normal. Helen nodded enthusiastically. "Hmm... You do have a lot to teach me, remember coach?" She replied sexily, using his title as a pet name as she had once before. So full of energy. Roy thought admiringly. He used his grip on her waist to roll her over. She was on her back now, and Roy was between her legs ready to thrust into her with as much strength as he could. He drew back, his cock now glistening with her juices, and drove it down into her. Helen gasped loudly; her pussy was still sensitive from her orgasm. Roy thrust his hips into her, gripping her waist tightly. Helen's hands went to the back rest of the couch, gripping it to prevent her head colliding with the back of the couch as Roy fucked her. With her arms cocked back at this angle, her breasts were free to bounce unrestrained. He thrust into her in long powerful strokes, bringing himself closer and closer to his climax. This would be his third of the day, and Roy wasn't sure how much cum he still had in reserve. Helen's breasts shook with each impact of Roy's pelvis against her own; she wrapped her smooth legs around him, spurring him on. Roy was getting so close now, each thrust of his hips bringing him closer to release. "I want you to cum on me." She told him, her voice raw with lust. "I want your cum all over me." This was the trigger Roy needed, he felt his balls tighten. Roy's entire body tensed and he frantically withdrew; bringing his fist to his cock he began to spurt his hot cum all over Helen, fulfilling her desire. The first spasm erupted from his cock, sending a thick rope of cum to her left breast. Helen cried out triumphantly as Roy began to ejaculate all over her torso. "Oh yeah Roy, give me that cum." She pleaded desperately. Roy pumped his cock furiously with his hand, drawing out as much cum as he could. He was surprised by the amount he still had left after the day's activities. Most of the cum pooled on her toned stomach, but one shot reached between her breasts, and another made it to her right breast. When Roy lost the ability to stroke his own cock, Helen reached out and began to urge out as much cum from his balls as he could, she drew out a few more dregs onto her stomach. Roy rolled away from her, breathing frantically as he sat back on the couch. Helen brought her hand to her mouth and tasted the cum that had been smeared on it, surprised to find that she didn't mind the flavor at all. Roy looked over at her, admiring his handiwork. Her heaving chest was streaked with his cum, sticky white tendrils clung to the twin bulges. The majority of his load had been distributed all over her stomach, the entirety of it was splattered with his cum, some had even pooled in her navel. To complete the picture before him there was a thick cord of cum between her breasts, falling just shy of the hollow of her neck. Helen gazed down at her torso in fascination, she'd never seen so much cum before. She brought her hands to her stomach, touching the sticky substance and bringing more of it to her mouth to taste. Roy watched as Helen smeared his cum all over her stomach and breasts, scooping up gobs of it into her mouth. If Roy hadn't been completely spent, he might have been hard again just from seeing Helen play with his cum. "I really made a mess." He said, his eyes following her hands, captivated by her depravity. "It's a good mess." She said, turning her eyes towards him and smiling. Unbelievable. Roy thought. Coach King Ch. 03 I'll have to tell her. Kayla thought, and for once there was something Kayla felt hesitant to share with her friend. She tried to assure herself that Helen would understand, but remained worried. Coach King Ch. 03 "Jillian, it's fine. I'm certainly not complaining." Roy said, though he saw that wasn't all that was bothering her. "I...I hope you won't be angry, but I don't think a relationship with you... I mean." She sighed with frustration, not able to say what she wanted. "The age difference doesn't work for you?" Roy guessed. "No no, it isn't that, you're very attractive. It's just ... I can't, you know, date you... after. Oh gosh, I'm being horribly confusing aren't I? I really am fond of you Roy." She looked pained, not sure how to articulate what she wanted to say. "How about this," Roy said, understanding her dilemma "I really like you too, and I want to see more of you, so how about we 'date' or whatever you want to call it for as long as the summer lasts. Then you go back to New Haven, and I leave for Riverside; no pressure on either of us to continue on beyond that point. Does that sound good?" Jillian seemed to ponder his proposal, and then nodded her agreement, heartened that Roy had understood despite her incoherence. "Perfect, does that cover everything?" He asked. Jillian nodded, a heart lifting smile forming on her face once more. "Do you need a hand with anything?" She asked to change the subject. She leant forward to look at the screen, the swell of her heavy breasts pressing against his arm. Her left hand rested on his thigh as she leaned over, using the excuse of reading from his laptop screen to caress the inner part of his thigh; revenge for surprising her in the parking lot earlier. "Ah...no." Roy said, feeling flustered, feeling his cock responding to her touch. He hadn't even masturbated for nearly a week, let alone sex, and was very sensitive. "Alright then, if you need me you know where I'll be." She said, standing and planting a wet kiss on his cheek as she left, squeezing his thigh playfully before she let go. Roy watched her ass sway sexily as she walked away, noticing a little extra emphasis to each swing of her hips as she walked, inviting him to stare. Roy shook his head to clear it, and got back to work, and stayed where he was uninterrupted until he decided it was time for him to go. It was 6 o'clock, and Lorie should be home from work by now. He packed up his stuff once more, and made his way to the front of the library. He stopped by at the front desk where Jillian was entering books back into the system; she smiled prettily when she saw him. "Is there any way you could break your plans for tonight and go out with me instead?" She asked. "How long do you work until?" He asked, trying to remain casual. "I have the long shift tonight, so I won't be gone until 8 o'clock." "How about I pick you up and drive you home? We can get a bite to eat on the way." "Roy, that's too much. I couldn't ask you to drive me all that way! I can take the bus." Roy proceeded to convince her that it wasn't in fact that much trouble, and assured her that her company was more than worth the time. She didn't need much convincing; she wanted to see Roy again as soon as possible. Roy left, leaving her the number to his cell phone; bracing himself for his meeting with Lorie. Coach King Ch. 04 Author's Note: Here's the fourth installment of the 'Coach King' series. If you haven't already, I recommend that you read the previous chapters before you proceed to read this one. As always, thanks to those of you who provided me with feedback on the previous submission, it really is a great help. I hope you all enjoy. -Max Jillian awoke with a start; a familiar electronic sound was coming from somewhere behind her. Oh no, my alarm. She carefully got out of bed so as to not wake Roy, hastily looking for her purse which contained her phone so she could turn off the offending noise. Jillian found her purse sitting next to her discarded shoes near the door; she rummaged through it until she the source of the offending noise and quickly turned it off. She looked over at Roy's still slumbering form, happy that she hadn't awakened him. Tuckered him out yesterday I guess. She thought affectionately. She worked at nine this morning, but it was only 6:30am; usually she'd begin to get ready so she could catch her bus which arrived at 7:30am, this morning however, she had a better idea of what to do with her time. She left the main room of the pool house and entered the small bathroom, closing the door behind her. Jillian wanted to shower, but didn't have any of her soap or shampoo with her. She decided that her hair could go without shampoo for one day, and after removing the bra and stockings that she still wore, got into the shower. Fortunately the soap Roy used was reasonably gender neutral; Jillian ran it along her body, allowing a lather to build up on her creamy white skin. She was careful to avoid getting her hair wet, knowing it would frizz up uncontrollably later if it did. As Jillian cleaned herself she hummed an old ditty she'd learned as a child, her voice softly echoing off the walls of the shower. She stepped carefully out of the shower and grabbed the towel that was on the bar; drying herself vigorously she glanced at herself in the mirror. Pleased with what she saw, she left the bathroom. The temperature of the room had dropped overnight, and Jillian found herself chilled as she approached the bed. She searched the ground for her blouse, but instead found Roy's discarded shirt; it was one of his favorites and the fabric was wonderfully soft. She draped it over her shoulders, and curled back into bed beside him, relishing the warmth of his body against hers. Just as she was about to doze off she felt Roy stir behind her, and his semi-erect cock press against the cleft of her ass. Roy wrapped his arm around Jillian, splaying his hand over her flat stomach, feeling the softness of her skin. "I like the outfit." Roy said softly. Jillian giggled softly, "I think it looks better on me, don't you?" "Hmm, I think so." Roy murmured, leaning into kiss her partially exposed shoulder. His hands trailed up her body, cupping one of her bare breasts in his large hand. "I like this too." Roy said, giving the burgeoning breast a light squeeze. "Hmm..." Jillian moaned softly, allowing Roy to explore her upper body, feeling his erection growing against her ass. Roy began to thrust his cock against Jillian softly as he fondled the firm flesh of her tit, the erect nipple pressing firmly against his palm. Jillian gave a soft whine of annoyance when he pulled his hand away, but gasped excitedly when his hands went to her hips and pushed her so she was lying on her stomach with him partially on top of her. His cock slid between her ass cheeks as he continued to thrust against her, his mouth against the back of her neck. Roy's right knee slid in behind Jillian's, gently pushing against it to open her to him; he repeated the process with the left. Roy was now lying fully on top of Jillian, her breasts squashed roughly against the mattress as he searched for her opening with his cock. "Oh yes, fuck me Roy. Take me." She growled, the Irish lilt to her accent being drawn out once more. Finally finding her tight opening, Roy penetrated Jillian with one powerful thrust, completely burying the length of his thick shaft into her with a single stroke. Jillian cried out excitedly, the sudden intrusion sent shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. Her chest heaved with arousal beneath Roy, forcing her breasts roughly against the soft mattress beneath her; it was difficult to breathe in this position and Jillian was grateful when he rose. Roy hiked his shirt further up Jillian's hips so that it was bunched up around the middle of her back, and began to saw into her powerfully. He gripped her hips as he took her from behind, his pace steadily increasing. Jillian gripped the bed sheets tightly her with one hand as Roy thrust into her, and toyed with her clit with the other. Roy's pace and intensity increased, driving into her hard as he fucked her cunt with immense strength; the slapping sound of Roy's pelvis colliding with Jillian's firm ass echoed throughout the room. Jillian loved being taken in this position, she loved the power Roy exhibited as he bored into her, the feel of his hands gripping the delicate curve of her hips in his strong hands, the way the ridges of his cock scoured against the sensitive walls of her pussy. "Fuck me hard Roy! Please, give me your cock!" Hearing such filth coming from Jillian was dreamlike for Roy, he continued to drive into her, her pussy clinging to his cock tightly. His cock glistened with her juices, and his balls swayed wildly as he fucked her as hard as he dared. She took all he gave willingly; not sure what had happened to incite such intense lust in Roy, but pleased that she was the one at the receiving end. Jillian planted her hands firmly on the mattress and lifted herself up onto all fours, pushing back against Roy's cock as he fucked her; Roy's shirt hung over her like a red-plaid veil. This new position allowed Roy to reach around and grabbed her pendulous breasts; he teased her sensitive nipples expertly, sending additional ripples of pleasure through Jillian's body. "Oh yeah, take me hard Roy. Your cock feels so gooood!" Jillian cried out shamelessly, drawing out the last word. "You like it when I fuck you hard?" Roy growled gruffly, his pace increasing further. "You like my cock stretching you?" "Oh god, yes!" Jillian said, pushing herself back against his cock, feeling her orgasm about to overcome her. Roy's hands returned to her hips, giving him more leverage and supporting her as he increased the tempo of his thrusts. Jillian felt her body being taken over by her climax, the pleasure was becoming overwhelming. "Oh God Roy, I'm cumming!" She cried out, her entire body stiffening. An explosion of pleasure wracked through her body, her pussy the epicentre. A silent scream escaped her as Roy continued to thrust into her forcefully while she came. Her shoulders slumped and the upper half of her body collapsed back down to the bed when her climax ended. Roy continued to thrust into her madly; he was so close. He brought his hands to Jillian's supple ass, gripping it tightly as his cock worked in and out of her at an intense pace, and finally it hit him. He felt his balls spasm excitedly, and his cock swell as a thick cord of cum erupted from his cock. Roy groaned savagely as his cum filled Jillian's spent cunt, filling the soaked orifice with his jism. "Mmmm... Give me all your cum Roy, fill me up." Jillian urged, her voice ragged. After a few more erratic spams, Roy rolled away and fell to the bed, his orgasm having finished, panting as his erection retreated. Jillian turned over, and drew herself along Roy's side, resting her head on his chest. She could hear the thudding of his heart; it was strong, pumping his blood through his body in a continuous stream, bringing oxygen to his extremities. Roy wrapped his arm absently around her; it was taking him longer than usual to recover from his orgasm. Jillian brought her mouth to Roy's jawline, leaving wet kisses along the stubble-covered flesh of his neck, while Roy ran his hand luxuriously through her hair. "What time do you have to get to work?" He asked, his breathing having returned to normal. "Nine." She replied. "Well..." Roy said, craning his neck to see the clock over on the bedside table. "It's about a quarter after seven. Why don't I drive you in; I still have work to do." Roy suggested. "Sounds perfect." Jillian said. They lay there, enjoying the post orgasmic fog and the feel of each other's bodies pressing together. It was Roy who broke the contact, kissing Jillian softly on the lips before he rolled of the bed, needing to empty his bladder. When he returned he found Jillian pulling on the black panties that she'd worn yesterday. "Do you want something for breakfast?" Roy asked. "I could do with a cup of tea." Jillian said, stretching her arms above her head, causing her large breasts to thrust outwards. She was still wearing Roy's shirt, and she did up some of the buttons for modesty's sake. Mike would be up now, and Roy found himself getting a little nervous about the two of them meeting. Roy dressed in a pair of boxers and a grey t-shirt, and led Jillian through the backyard and into the kitchen via the patio door. Mike was sitting at the dinner table in the dining room attached to the kitchen; reading a newspaper and sipping on a coffee. "Mornin'" He said, not looking up from his paper. "Morning" Roy replied. "Good morning." Jillian said. Mike looked up startled by the second voice, and his eyes widened when he saw that it had come from Jillian, and widened further still when he what Jillian was wearing registered. "Ah... Hello. Have we met?" Mike said, uncharacteristically caught off guard. "I'm Jillian, Jillian Hayes. I stayed the night with Roy, I hope you don't mind." Jillian said, going to the cupboard. "Of course not; a friend of Roy's is a friend of mine." Mike replied, giving Roy a look that seemed to say 'Atta boy'. Roy ignored the look and joined Jillian in her search for breakfast, eventually settling on some toast. Mike had lost all interest in his paper and was staring at Roy's new friend. Being in just Roy's shirt and a pair of panties Jillian's long toned legs were fully exposed to his gaze, and he took the opportunity to admire. Jillian seemed unbothered by the attention, but Roy was beginning to feel territorial. He grabbed his toast, and filled a mug with some coffee, and sat across the table from Mike, intentionally blocking his view. "Would you happen to have any tea Mike?" Jillian called, she hadn't had any luck finding any. "I think Joyce keeps some in the cupboard above the fridge." He replied. "Oh yes, there it is. And how about a kettle?" "Should be in the drawer just left of the sink." He called back to her, then directing his attention to Roy. "Where'd you meet her?" He whispered. "The library." Roy replied in a hushed voice. "How old is she?" "22, she goes to Yale." "22?!" Mike said exasperated. "Jesus Christ Roy, how'd you manage to land that, she's fucking gorgeous!" he said, in hushed excitement. Roy felt embarrassed, "Listen, she's really nice. You be polite, alright?" "Of course, I'm the perfect gentleman" Mike replied, trying to see over the taller man's shoulder to get a better view of Jillian's ass as she bent over to search for the tea kettle. He shook his head in amazement. "Roy King, fucking the sexy coed. And she's British to boot. You really know how to pick them Roy." "Actually I'm Irish." Jillian called from the kitchen. Busted. Mike had gotten too loud apparently. "Oh... my mistake." Mike stammered. Jillian came bustling into the dining room, a cup of tea in one hand and a plate of toast in the other. The three ate breakfast, Jillian turning her charm on Mike, alleviating his embarrassment for his comments earlier, and soon all three were chatting pleasantly. Jillian gulped up the last of her tea and got up to leave. "Nice meeting you Mike." She leaned over and gave Roy a kiss full on the mouth. "I'm going to get ready for work." She told him, and sashayed out of the room. "My God Roy, she's perfect!" Mike said excitedly. Roy just smiled. "How'd it go with Lorie?" Mike asked. "Not well, I caught her with James MacIntyre." Roy replied, recalling the memory wasn't pleasant. Mike made a pained face. "That really sucks man; at least you got back at her. Jillian's twice as hot as Lorie ever was." Roy's eyebrows rose, "Mike, that wasn't what my getting together with Jillian was about. We just hit it off." He said challengingly. Mike rose his hands defensively, "Okay, if you say so. But you can't deny that it'd really be a good way to get back at Lorie, you know, fucking a girl half your age. Jillian's a solid ten in my book. That ass, and God those legs; how big are her tits? 'Cause they seem huge." Mike's expression had become practically wolf-like. Roy got up to leave. "You're impossible." He said, walking towards the patio door. "Alright, good talk. See you later." Roy slid the patio door shut behind him without replying. Coach King Ch. 04 She strolled in nonchalantly, trying to keep a level head despite her apprehension. The class consisted mainly of middle aged couples trying to fill their Friday nights with something other than take-out and a movie, mixed with a few younger couples who wanted to learn some basics before their wedding. Despite the fact that Kayla was the youngest person in the room, she led the class with confidence, and they followed her lead. The class was filled with novice dancers, so Kayla called on Mr. Ricci to help her demonstrate a simple waltz. She chose him because he'd been going to these classes with his wife for years before she'd suffered a knee injury earlier that spring; however, he still went to the classes to help out and Kayla knew from experience that he was a good partner, and wouldn't trod on her feet. Kayla pushed the play button on the stereo, and Serenade to Spring began to play. Kayla approached Mr. Ricci, her arms reaching outward and the two fell into position; Mr. Ricci's hand on her upper back, just over her left shoulder blade, her left hand resting on his left shoulder, their other arms straight with hands clasped. They moved slowly, and Kayla counted the steps aloud as she led the class through the steps. Although Mr. Ricci was just shy of his sixtieth birthday, he moved with a great deal of grace. It was difficult for Kayla just having Mr. Ricci's hands on her body, and felt ashamed that despite the fact that Mr. Ricci was in no way acting lecherous, she was on fire, she only hoped that nobody would realize the cause of her obvious flush. The song ended and Kayla stepped away from Mr. Ricci, thanking him for his assistance. "Now, I'm going to put the music back on. I'd like the more experienced dancers up at the front, and our new members near the back. Mr. Ricci has volunteered to assist me this evening, so the two of us will be going around to help you." Kayla instructed. She turned the stereo back on and another classical piece of music began to play. Kayla went around the room, focusing on helping the new students get started, helping them with their positioning, and then showing them a few simple steps. One couple in particular was having difficulty, so Kayla approached them. Despite her smile and friendly nature the two immediately withdrew from each other and gave her a sheepish look. "Hello." Kayla said pleasantly, difficult given her desire for the class to just end so she could leave. "I don't think I've seen you two before, are you new?" She asked, flashing them a welcoming smile. "Yes, this is our first lesson. We're engaged and we're hoping to learn to dance a little before we get to our wedding." The woman answered. "I'm Collette and he's John." She told her, holding out her hand. Kayla shook it, and then shook John's hand. "Well, let's see if I can help you two get started." Kayla had the two get back into the position that she'd demonstrated with Mr. Ricci, happy to have a distraction from her inner turmoil. Helping students in this way helped the time go by more quickly. Kayla was harsher on some of the more experienced dancers, picking out aspects of their form that needed to be perfected. Any time she demonstrated something with one of the students Kayla felt a sense of dread. Every touch excited her, every brush of fabric against her skin added to her already burgeoning sexual excitement. Soon however the class was coming to an end, but at the insistence of the class Kayla and Mr. Ricci decided to demonstrate another dance. "Is there any particular form you'd like to see?" Kayla asked, regretting the offer as soon as she'd said it. The waltz was just about the most conservative dance there was, there was very little body contact apart from the hands and arms. "Can we see a tango?" Collette asked excitedly. This suggestion received a lot of enthusiasm from the class. "I'm up for it if Miss. Ward is." Mr. Ricci replied, turning to her expectantly. Kayla hesitated, the tango was by nature a sensual dance, and in her current state Kayla doubted she could handle it without exploding. But the class seemed adamant that a tango was what they wanted to see so she reluctantly gave in. Well, I won't have to fake the passion. She thought wryly. She went to the collection of CD's and found one with an appropriate track, 'La Cumparsita'. She undid her bun dramatically, earning a few 'woo's' from their audience, letting her dark hair to fall loosely. Kayla smiled, their reaction was good for her ego, and Kayla decided to play along and try to have fun. Everyone had cleared to either side of the room apart from Mr. Ricci who stood waiting for her. Kayla approached as the music began to fill the room, taking her place in his arms. Mr. Ricci took the lead, letting her know the direction he was going to take by squeezing her hand and turning her body. Although he wasn't trying to be overtly sexual, the dance required good amount of physical contact, and as they swirled around the room Kayla was becoming increasingly distracted by her arousal. She knew the song was coming to an end, and Mr. Ricci seemed to know it too. He led her through a spin, and she felt his hand slide up to her upper back, a sure sign that she was about to be dipped. It was a dramatic way to end a dance, and sure to impress. Kayla allowed herself to bend back, feeling her pert breasts straining against her dress. She was surprised when she felt Mr. Ricci's hand went further down to her lower back, allowing Kayla to show off her flexibility as she dipped deeply, her raven hair cascading behind her. Kayla breathed in sharply, Mr. Ricci's leg was bent and had gone to between hers to support her weight, this had caused her crotch to rub against his thigh, sending a huge wave of sexual pleasure through her body. The music ended, and Mr. Ricci pulled her back up; Kayla's face was flushed pink with her arousal and embarrassment, she hoped everyone would associate it with the exertion of the dance. "Thank you Miss. Ward, that was wonderful." Mr. Ricci said, and ever the gentleman he took her hand and led her in a grand bow. "That was amazing!" Collette exclaimed excitedly. "Yes, well, thank you all for coming. Good night." Kayla dismissed the class, flustered. She knew that Mr. Ricci hadn't intended to excite her as much as he had, and would probably have been mortified if he knew how horny she'd become. She knew that she wasn't attracted to Mr. Ricci, she'd danced with him many times in the past, but she was so tightly wound from the lack of release of the past two weeks that she could have been dancing with a robot and become excited. She hurried up to the staff change room once more, pulling her dress over her head, and her thoroughly soaked panties down her trembling legs. With shaking hands, she pulled a pair of loose fitting basketball shorts on, and a grey tank top over her head. Kayla didn't usually go without panties, but her pussy was practically streaming and she didn't have another pair of panties ready. Kayla hurried for the parking lot; she called Helen who was already waiting at Kayla's house. "I'll be there in a couple minutes." Kayla assured Helen. "Kayla, are you alright? You sound..." "I'm fine. I'll be right there." Kayla got into her truck and began to back out; nearly running over Mr. Ricci as she did so. Mr. Ricci waved his hands, signalling he wanted to talk to her. She rolled down the window and squeezed her thighs together uncomfortably, her pussy was flowing and its juices were creating a damp spot on her shorts. "Yes Mr. Ricci?" Kayla asked, trying to hide her impatience. "Hello, Miss. Ward. I just wanted to ask you for such an excellent class tonight, men my age don't often get to dance with such beautiful young women." He told her. From him it didn't come off as flirtatious, just genuinely grateful. Kayla felt herself relax a little. "Mr. Ricci, you can call me Kayla, you've known me since I was five. And thank you for the dance as well, the dip certainly surprised me though; I didn't know you could still do that." She replied with a smile. "Yes, well, I may be old but I still got some moves." He said jokingly, he was frowning though, as if he was hesitating to say something. "Miss. Ward, ah, Kayla" he corrected himself, "I wanted to ask. This is quite personal ... but, is there something the matter?" "No. I'm fine Mr. Ricci." Kayla replied evasively. Was it that obvious? Kayla asked herself worriedly. "I was just wondering, because I saw that you were not moving with your usual grace when you were teaching the pre-ballet class, and during the ballroom class you seemed ... distracted. And ... I don't wish to embarrass you, but during our tango demonstration, when I dipped you, my ... uhh ... leg went between, well ... and afterward my pants had ... a damp spot." Kayla felt herself blush scarlet from embarrassment. She felt humiliated; tears of shame began to well in her eyes, horrifying Mr. Ricci. "Miss. Ward, Kayla, please no, I'm not angry." His kindness only made it worse; tears of sheer mortification were trailing down Kayla's beautiful face. "Mr. Ricci, I'm so sorry. I've had a ... difficult time these past few weeks." Kayla replied, trying to hold back her sobs. She felt completely mortified. "Kayla, please listen. Don't be upset. It's only natural; many young women your age go through phases where they are attracted to older men. You can't feel guilty for how you feel. No more than I can." He shocked Kayla then, tears of his own were streaming down his cheeks. Tear drops welled at the corner of his eyes, his face distraught. She was so shocked by his display of emotion, her own tears stopped. "Mr. Ricci, please don't cry." "Oh my child, you don't know what it's like living like this. To feel this way, all these wretched feelings..." Mr. Ricci sobbed deeply. Kayla had never seen a grown man so distraught, and she felt woefully inadequate in her attempts to help him. "Mr. Ricci, don't feel bad. I'm flattered really, any girl would be delighted that such a wonderful man..." Kayla began, but was interrupted by a snort of laughter from Mr. Ricci. "Oh no my dear, I'm not talking about you. Though I assure you, you are lovely. I'm talking about something altogether more wicked, something that in this town would not be understood, not tolerated. Do you remember Mr. Popov?" He asked, recovering from his emotional outburst. Kayla felt confused, Mr. Popov was supposed to have been her fifth grade teacher, but he left unexpectedly after only three months into the school year. Kayla nodded and Mr. Ricci continued. "Do you remember why he left?" Kayla's eyes widened, it had been rumored that Mr. Popov was gay, though it was not something commonly discussed in the small community of Riverside. Kayla felt a rush of realisation. "Of course he wasn't officially fired because of his, preferences, but the citizens of our fine town were quite effective in making him feel unwelcome." "But you, you're..." "Married? Yes, with children even. I only realised later in life, denial I suppose. I never told them, it was better that way, easier on the family, though devastating for me, to be what I am in a place where it is thought to be an abomination. The people I grew up with not knowing who or what I really am, the knowledge that if they only knew this one part about me, I'd suddenly be a pariah. Did you know I attempted suicide about ten years ago?" Kayla shook her head. "Yes, well, it was quite the scandal, though I suspect it was kept from you children. Too distressing. They blamed it on stress; I suppose they were right in an odd way." "But you're wife, does she know?" Kayla asked. "I think she suspects; some part of her knows. I never told her, I've never told anyone. I'm sorry to burden you with this my dear. I hope you won't tell anyone." Mr. Ricci said, suddenly aware of how much he'd revealed to her. "Of course not." Kayla replied, honored that he'd chosen to entrust her with his secret. "Thank you my dear. The people of our town are generally truly good and kind people, but they aren't exactly sympathetic to people that are ... with my condition." He said, unable to even say the word aloud. "Mr. Ricci, I want you to know, I don't think any differently of you." Kayla said, honored that he'd shared something so important with her. "Yes, well, thank you Miss. Ward." Mr. Ricci replied, returning to his usual mannerisms. "I hope you have a good evening, I shall see you next week. Perhaps we can demonstrate the samba, really get them going." He said, smiling. "Thank you Mr. Ricci." She replied. "You're welcome Miss. Ward. Oh, and, if I wasn't, well you know, I'd definitely be hard pressed to remain loyal to Mrs. Ricci. I hope you don't tango with men often, it would cause quite a stir throughout the town." Kayla laughed, thinking happily that she'd gained a friend from an unlikely source. "Actually, I'm hoping to take care of my problem tonight. I have someone waiting for me." Mr. Ricci cleared his throat, it was his turn to blush. "Well then, don't let me keep the poor lad waiting. "Yes, I'd better meet her, she's been waiting a rather long while." Kayla replied, with a grin. Mr. Ricci's eyes widened as he realised what she was saying. "Kayla..." "Goodbye Mr. Ricci, I'll see you next Friday." "Yes, goodbye Ms. Ward." He said, still wide eyed. Kayla fired up the engine, and pulled out onto the uninhabited road, speeding towards home. Kayla nearly drove into the garage door as she careened into the driveway. Helen was waiting by the door, dressed in a knee-length pink skirt and white t-shirt. Kayla hauled herself out of the truck, jumping out and hurrying for the door. "Hi!" Helen said brightly, she was holding the remains of an ice cream cone that her aunt had bought her before dropping her off from their dinner together. "Me and my aunt...". "Sorry for making you wait." Kayla said, a sense of foreboding casting over her. Helen frowned. "Kayla, are you okay?" She asked, following Kayla through the door and kicking her sandals off. Kayla led her through to the living room and sat on the couch heavily, pondering her response. "Helen, you know I love you right, that I'd never do anything to hurt you?" She asked. Helen nodded as she sat down on the couch beside Kayla, letting her talk. "Alright, so you know that when I say nothing's happened you'll believe me right?" Kayla asked, getting another nod from Helen. "Okay, I..." Kayla hesitated, it was difficult being so close to admitting it but having every part of her wanting to deny the truth. "I like Roy. Like, I want him... Oh god. I mean I want him like you... and him ... I." Kayla stammered. She saw Helen's eyes widen. "Oh." Helen said softly. "Does he know?" She asked, her eyes downcast. "What? No, you're the only one I've talked to. It's been making me crazy; I keep waking up from these dreams, I can't sleep right..." Kayla trailed off, "I'm so sorry, I can't believe this, but I can't..." "Control it?" Helen finished for her. "I really have tried. I haven't even touched myself for two weeks because he's all I can think about, I didn't want to... It felt like I was betraying you if I did. I think I'm going to go insane soon." Kayla told her. Helen had known that Kayla was going through some sort of hardship recently and could clearly see the distress her friend was experiencing, but had had no clue why. She'd been unusually terse lately, and had seemed to avoid talking to her over the phone. "Why didn't you just tell me when we talked on the phone?" Helen asked, buying herself time to process the news. They'd never a problem like this before, and she wasn't sure how to proceed. "I wanted to be able to explain myself in person. We haven't done anything; just talked, and it was normal. He didn't act weird, and I didn't try anything obviously. But, I don't know, I just really..." "Like him." Helen said, finishing her sentence again. She'd gone through this after Roy had left, trying to figure out what it was about Roy that she'd found so appealing. It was obvious that he was physically attractive, but the way he'd made her feel was unique. "I'm so sorry." Kayla said. When Helen was silent, Kayla asked. "What should we do? I get that I can't do anything with him, you got him first, but I can't stop the way I feel." "Why can't you?" Helen asked. Kayla felt a flash of shocked anger, not understanding how Helen could be so cruel and ask her to deny something about herself that was beyond her control. "What?" She asked, feeling hurt. "Why can't you do anything with Roy?" Helen asked, having come up with an answer to their problem. "Helen, you don't have to... I mean he's yours, I can't expect you to just stop being with someone because I happen to want them too." Kayla said, shocked that Helen had even suggested it. "No. I mean, there's no reason why both of us can't be with Roy." Helen said, turning her gaze onto Kayla. "I... Helen, are you sure? I mean it's not like we can just date the same guy at the same time, it'd just be ... How could it work?" Kayla asked, elated but also wary. "It's not like Roy and I are ever going to have a normal relationship, not with the age difference and him being a teacher at our school. It's going to be different than anything I've ever experienced before, but I want to work because I think I might love him. I know I love you Kayla, I want you to be happy, and I can share Roy if that makes it happen. Having someone else in the same situation, someone I know so completely, can only help me get through it. Plus, I don't know if I could handle Roy all by myself, I know that I've joked he seems to have endless energy, but it's true." Helen replied, feeling excited by the prospect of Kayla with Roy, experiencing the same pleasure that she had. "We've shared everything with each other; we've given everything we have to each other, why can't we share a relationship with the same man?" She concluded, running through the scenario of having Roy and Kayla together. The more Helen thought about it the more she liked the idea, it would be wonderful to have someone dealing with the stresses that she knew were inevitable by having a relationship with Roy, and the fact that it was Kayla made it so much better. Kayla was her rock, a constant source of security for her. It was Kayla's turn to be silent. She attempted to process what Helen was saying, and just as it was beginning to click something she realized lobbed a wrench into the cogs of Helen's plan. "What if Roy doesn't want me?" Kayla asked, filled with doubt. Helen's lips curved in amusement. "Kayla, have you ever met a man that didn't 'want' you? You do understand that guys generally drool when you're around?" There's at least one man in town who certainly isn't interested in me; though Mr. Ricci didn't really count. Kayla thought of all the married men that had stared at her earlier that night during dance class, they were much older, and most happily married, but still she harbored doubts. Seeing this Helen leaned over, cradling Kayla's head with her right hand and turning it so her blue-green eyes locked with Kayla's grey ones. "You are the most gorgeous girl I've ever met. You have the best ass of anyone I've ever seen, and you're so pretty that it makes me jealous sometimes. You have always been there for me, and I want you be with me wherever this thing with Roy takes me." Helen said, leaning in and pressing her lips against Kayla's before she could respond. The kiss was electric, and quickly became a frantic swirling of tongue against tongue as the pair searched each other's mouths. Helen could sense Kayla was incredibly horny, every fibre of her being seemed to be vibrating with sexual tension. Kayla felt Helen's hand sliding up the inside of her bare thigh, trailing up the smooth skin up beneath the loose leg of her shorts. Kayla was so aroused that her inner thigh was glistening with her juices; Helen ran her hand up the slick flesh towards her friend's sensitive pussy. Coach King Ch. 04 "My God Kayla, you're soaked." Helen said, trailing her fingers along Kayla's glistening labia. Kayla gasped when Helen's hand made contact with her naked cunt; she was nearly ready to burst already. Helen worked her fingers along the swollen lips of her pussy, marveling at how wet her friend was already. She's completely drenched. Helen thought to herself. The kiss continued, and so did Helen's careful probing, her skilled fingers worked over Kayla's pussy like a master pianist. Helen pulled away from the kiss, and dropped to her knees in front of the couch. Kayla whimpered excitedly as her friend gripped the waist band of her shorts and pulled them down, exposing her sodden pussy to the air, release was finally close. Helen pulled the shorts past each of her friend's knees and then further until they were completely off. She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her impressive bust, restrained by a plain yet sexy white bra. Helen spread Kayla's thighs with her hands on her knees, and leaned forward. Kayla's musk filled Helen's nostrils, the heady scent serving to add her Helen's own arousal. Helen wasted no time, knowing her friend was desperate for release. She brought her mouth firmly to Kayla's waiting pussy, spreading the lips with two fingers, and expertly finding her clit. Kayla let out an unrestrained cry as Helen began to work her fingers into her friend's tight cunt. "Oh God Helen..." Kayla gasped as her friend's tongue flitted against her swollen bud. Helen worked her tongue against her friend's clit, her delicate chin getting coated in Kayla's juices. Her two fingers sawed in and out of Kayla's well lubricated hole, and she slipped a third in, stretching Kayla's pussy lips to their limit. Kayla was going insane with pleasure, she felt so full, so overstimulated. The stimulus was nearly overwhelming, but she held on, not wanting the sensation of being so close to the edge, but not quite reaching it, to end. Helen worked her tongue against Kayla's clit more firmly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her, and mercilessly fucked her wet pussy with her three fingers. Kayla's hands tangled themselves in Helen's hair, pulling her against her crotch desperately, nearing her release. Kayla's cries and moans of ecstasy reverberated around the silent room, filling the house with her song of lust. Helen grazed her teeth gently against the sensitive bud of her friend's pussy, setting Kayla off. Her entire body tensed, and her pussy began to gush juices into Helen's waiting mouth, soaking her friends face with her nectar. Helen was ruthless, every time Kayla was about to come down, she'd send her on another spike. Kayla's cries took on a ragged edge, they were so loud that Helen wouldn't have been surprised if the neighbors could hear them. Kayla lost count of the number of times she came at Helen's hand, not truly coming down for at least a solid minute. Helen lapped greedily at her friend's pussy, relishing the taste of Kayla's juices. Helen finally pulled away when she decided Kayla was exhausted. Kayla lay panting, her pussy still quivering and completely drenched. Her juices trailed down Helen's chin and neck, all the way to the top of her bra clad breasts. Helen drew herself up onto the couch, her knee between Kayla's parted thighs supporting her weight. She brought her face up close to Kayla's. "Feel better?" She asked. "So much better, it's like your mouth was made for that." Kayla said with a smile. Helen leaned forward, and kissed Kayla. Kayla could taste herself on Helen's lips; the sweet taste of her pussy filled both of their mouths, her juices combining with their saliva as their tongues danced a tango of their own. The two rose and left for a joint shower, and spent the rest of the night in Kayla's bedroom, neither of them getting much sleep; their cries of ecstasy echoed through the house. Coach King Ch. 04 Jillian let the garment fall from her shoulders, and her voluptuous breasts came into view. Jillian's weight shifted, leaning back and supporting herself on her palms. She repositioned her legs so that they were now outside of his arms, feet flat against the mattress. This position opened Jillian wide to Roy, and let him set the pace. Roy bent his knees and spread his legs to give himself the necessary leverage to thrust his hips upward into her. Jillian gasped as his first plunge impacted, causing her unbound breasts to tremor from the force of the collision. Roy brought his hands to Jillian's hips to steady her as he drove up into pussy, her moans of pleasure now flowing freely from her. He could tell her orgasm was coming quickly and decided to accelerate the process. Gripping Jillian's hips tightly, Roy rolled her over onto her back, her legs stretched straight and pressing flat against his shoulders, effectively folding her in half. This position tightened her passage, making Jillian's pussy clutch onto Roy's cock even more tightly as he drove down into her. He couldn't hope to maintain this position for long; both were too close to their orgasms. Roy thrust forcefully down into her channel, forcing her into the mattress of the bed with each impact of his hips. Jillian hit hers first, a cry of pure sexual bliss escaping her as her body spasmed beneath Roy's. Roy continued to plunge deep into her as she came, feeling his balls begin to tighten. When Jillian's orgasm had run its course, and her pussy was too sensitive for rough treatment, Roy withdrew and Jillian eagerly leant forward, taking his well primed cock into her hand. She aimed the head towards her heaving chest, her face and bust flushed from the climax she'd just reached. Jillian's hand pumped frantically up and down Roy's shaft, twisting her wrist slightly to urge the cum out from his balls. The sight of her arousal, her clear hunger for his cum, and the stimulation of her hand on his erection set Roy off, a guttural groan escaped him as he began to cum. The first shot surprised her, it came out with such force that it made it to her chin; the tendril clung to her delicate facial structure. Thick ropes of cum blasted out all over Jillian, all over her neck and chest. Jillian jerked his cock eagerly, coating her upper body in his thick white spunk. When his orgasm had subsided, Jillian took his cock into her mouth and cleaned it carefully, her head bobbed gently along the softening shaft, getting every last drop of cum from Roy that she could. Roy stared down at her, marveling at how amazingly depraved she looked. She was still flushed pink in her cheeks and the tops of her cum covered breasts; her entire upper body was crisscrossed and splattered with his jizz. A lone cord of cum stretched from her chin to her neck. Looking like this she affectionately bathed his nearly flaccid cock in her saliva, gently cleansing Roy's softening member. Roy rolled over onto his back, letting himself recover from the intense orgasm he'd just had. Jillian pulled her G-string down her legs and used the garment to wipe up the worst of the damage. "I can't believe you had so much." She said wondrously, mopping up Roy's cum with the lacy fabric. Roy remained silent, catching his breath and trying to preserve the euphoric feeling that he'd reached. Once Jillian had finished cleaning herself, she tossed the now sodden thong to the ground and cuddled up against him. Roy wrapped an arm around her shoulders, enjoying her warmth and the softness of her skin against his. The pair cuddled in this way for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of closeness, but Roy could tell Jillian was ready for more. His cock hadn't fully recovered yet, but he knew other ways of getting her off. Without saying a word, Roy pushed Jillian gently onto her back and brought his lips to hers. The kiss that followed was less frantic than the one they'd shared earlier, but was still incredibly intimate. Roy let his tongue gently swirl against hers, tasting her mouth, not caring that his cock had just been inside of it. He massaged her left breast with his right hand, and cupped her head with the other. Bringing his left hand around so that he was gripping her gently by the neck, Roy's lips left Jillian's and proceeded to leave a trail of teasing kisses along the crook of her neck, across to the flushed hollow. From there Roy made his way teasingly down her body, his kisses feathering her upper chest as he massaged her left tit. His mouth made its way to her right breast, and he took the engorged nipple between his lips, applying suction to the sensitive bud. Jillian groaned, she loved it when Roy did this, and was becoming increasingly aroused as he toyed with her breasts. She gripped the hand at her throat and pulled it up to her mouth, taking two of his digits into her mouth and sucking happily. Roy pulled his mouth away from her breasts and resumed his journey downward, planting wet kisses on her toned stomach on the way down to her awaiting pussy. Jillian gasped when Roy's mouth came into contact with her pussy, his tongue quickly finding her clitoris. She'd never met someone so skilled at oral sex, Jillian wasn't sure if he was naturally gifted or if he'd had a lot of practice, either way he could get her off very quickly in this way if he wanted to. Roy pulled his left hand from Jillian's grasp and brought his saliva coated fingers to her opening, pushing his middle and forefinger into her opening as his tongue worked on her clit. Jillian gasped, Roy's fingers had found her G-spot, and pleasure coursed through her body as Roy simultaneously stimulated both of her pleasure centres. The scent of Jillian's arousal wafted into Roy's nostrils, the musky scent drove him wild. Roy fingered her drenched pussy relentlessly, working her into a frenzy by lapping at her clit ceaselessly. He felt Jillian's body stiffen and her breathing grow ragged. Jillian's orgasm hit her fast and hard, a blitzkrieg of pleasure ripped through her body as the stimulation drove her over the edge. Her cry echoed through the room, her toes curled and her hands gripped the bed sheets white knuckled. Roy continued his assault mercilessly, keeping Jillian from coming down from her high for a very long time. His face was becoming soaked with her juices, her arousing scent becoming even stronger. When it was finally over, Jillian fell to the bed exhausted. Roy was now ready to go once again, and knowing that Jillian would recover quickly he gripped her hips and turned her over onto her stomach, she complied to his touch willingly, allowing him to take the lead. With her juices still fresh on his face, Roy gripped his semi-erect cock and stroked it to full mast. He grabbed a nearby pillow and put it under her pubic area, raising her ass slightly off the bed and giving him a better angle. Roy stretched his body over Jillian, and pressed his cockhead against her entrance. He penetrated her now sensitive pussy with ease, her channel well lubricated with her juices. He began to work his hips in a circular motion, grinding against her firm ass. This position was having the desired effect of driving Jillian wild. Her arms were stretched out in front of her, hands gripping the bed sheets tightly, her breasts pressing roughly into the bedspread. Roy pulled her hair away from the nape of her neck and kissed the creamy white flesh, keeping up the steady motion of his hips. He trailed his lips against the back of her neck, the fruity smell of her shampoo filling his nostrils. Jillian was still sensitive from her orgasm moments earlier, and found herself quickly approaching the edge once more, the circular motion of Roy's hips was electrifying, sending pleasure throughout her entire cunt. Roy was surprised when he felt her stiffen once more beneath him. "Oh God, Roy!" Jillian gasped as another intense orgasm hit her. Roy stopped his motion and let her ride out her orgasm, feeling her pussy spasm around his painfully erect cock. Roy lay on top of Jillian, letting her recover from her orgasm. He rose to his knees, his cock withdrawing from her glistening cunt. He gripped her hips tightly and pulled her to the edge of the bed, and pulled her hips upward. Following his unspoken direction, Jillian rose to all fours, keeping her knees together. Standing beside the bed, Roy re-penetrated Jillian in one power thrust of his hips, her pussy gripped his cock tightly as he slid his entire shaft into her in a single stroke. Roy thrust his hips forward, knowing that his own orgasm was close at hand. He didn't hold back, and plowed into Jillian with as much force as she could take, his pelvis colliding with her ass with an audible smack. Roy felt his balls beginning to tighten, this position let him control the angle and the pace of his thrusting, and he was quickly being driven over the edge. He pushed his weight forward, causing Jillian to fall forward with a cry. Roy balled up his fists and planted them on either side of Jillian's ass as he drove his cock rapidly into her in long strokes. Jillian cried out under Roy, his cock driving her to multiple climaxes as he plowed into her with manic energy. Her hips rebounded off the mattress as the force of his thrusts drove her downward into it. Roy cried out loudly as his cock exploded with immense force, pumping his jizz deep inside of her. Roy's thrusts became jagged as he came, his entire body spasmed as his cum painted her womb. When his orgasm ended Roy collapsed on top of Jillian, driving the air out of her lungs. Roy rolled over as soon as he was able, gulping for air as he recovered from his climax, his legs hanging over the end of the bed. Jillian giggled softly, something she only did after a particularly heated exchange. It was a sign of her slight embarrassment for being taken to such great heights of pleasure (something contrary to her conservative upbringing), but she mostly did it because of the euphoria she felt at the conclusion of their lovemaking. "Wow Roy, that was amazing." Jillian gasped, her own breathing was shallow. She'd lost count of how many times he'd made her cum, and was feeling lightheaded. "I..." love you. Roy was going to say, but managed to stop himself. No need to make their imminent parting any more difficult. Instead of saying anything, he pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly. They embraced, their hands running over each other's bodies until sleep overcame them both, entwined in sleep for the final time. Coach King Ch. 04 Roy kissed Pam back, holding her body to him tightly. She seemed to be on some sort of mission, her hands trailed down to his groin immediately, tracing the bulge in his jeans with her agile hand. Pam pushed Roy back against the trunk of his car firmly, and squatted down in front of him. Not saying a word she undid his fly and pulled his jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion. Roy's cock bobbed in front of him, fully erect and pointing directly at Pam's face. "Good to see you too." Pam said just before she took the head of his cock into her hungry mouth. Definitely not. Roy gasped as Pam's tongue swirled around the head of his cock, and both her hands wrapped around the shaft, stroking up and down the entire length gently. She pulled her mouth away from his cock, the breaking of the suction creating an audible pop. She pinned his cock up against his stomach and ran her tongue up along the length of his engorged erection. Roy was shocked by her boldness, everything was happening so fast. He'd just put Jillian on a plane to Ireland, and less than six hours later his was receiving head from his new boss. Any guilt Roy might have felt was sent to the background by the part of him that needed this release. He gazed down at Pam as she took his cock back into her mouth, and then began to jerk him off with one hand as she bobbed up and down along his shaft. Her other hand fondled his balls expertly, her middle finger pressed firmly against his perineum. Roy's hands went to the back of her head, urging her to take more of his cock into her mouth. Pam pulled her hands away and put them on Roy's hips, pulling them towards her as she eagerly took his cock deep into her throat. Her nose dug into his wiry pubic hair as Roy held her against him, his cock buried to the hilt in her throat, Pam worked her tongue backwards and forwards, rubbing it against the underside of his rod. Roy used his grip on her to turn her around, his cock not leaving her mouth. She fell into a sitting position, the back of her head pressed against the warm metal of the car. He wouldn't have tried this with Helen or Jillian, but Pam had demonstrated that she could take a little punishment, relished a bit of rough play even. Roy withdrew his cock partially, then re-entered with a gentle thrust of his hips, making Pam gag softly. Pam was humming pleasurably around Roy's erect manhood, and he took that as encouragement to keep going. He pushed forward more forcefully, his balls colliding with her chin with a satisfying smack. Her saliva and his precum coated his cock, and soon it coated her chin as well. Roy looked down at her watering eyes, the blue orbs were filled with lust and hunger, begging him to cum. His back arched and he began to thrust into her powerfully, she eagerly took every inch, timing her breathing with his strokes. Roy felt his balls tighten, he pushed forward and buried his cock into her throat completely. With a savage grunt from Roy, and a moan of excitement from Pam, Roy began to cum. Thick tendrils of cum erupted from the head of his cock, Pam swallowed these hungrily, the motion of her throat spurring Roy on. He pumped more of his thick jizz deep into his new boss' throat, filling her stomach with the sticky substance. Roy's orgasm subsided, and his cock began to deflate. He withdrew, letting Pam breathe properly for the first time in minutes; she gulped air greedily, her chest heaving. Roy gazed down at her, her face was flushed, her hair dishevelled, and her chin glistened with saliva and a few stray strands of his cum. "My God, Pam." Roy said, his heart rate beginning to return to normal. Pam smiled up at him, her breathing having stabilized. "I thought you'd like that." She said, wiping off her chin with the back of her hand. Pam had wanted to surprise Roy, impress him. Her correspondence with him over the summer had made her increasingly infatuated with Roy. She liked doing things for him, she liked that he drew pleasure from her body, and this worried her. Pam hadn't told her mother about what she'd done with Roy yet; she was acting completely on her own and was growing increasingly troubled that she was taking the wrong path. She'd understood when she'd decided in the bathroom of Little Anthony's to be a companion to Roy that she was risking becoming romantically involved with him, and this was new territory for her, but it had never occurred to her that she'd be seeking out his approval, craving his praise and adoration. That's why she'd begun doing so much for him, sending him work related documents had been the start, but eventually she found herself arranging the house rental with Mrs. Jones for him. She'd never sought a man's approval like she sought Roy's; it had frightened and offended her at first. These sorts of feelings were contrary to everything that she'd been taught growing up by her self-reliant mother, she'd always thought of men as objects to bring her pleasure, or as an obstacle that needed to be circumvented, something to be manipulated. These views had been introduced and nourished by her mother, who after her second and last lover had died had become disillusioned with the concept of love. Pam didn't understand it but Roy had somehow shattered these perceptions and beliefs of hers, resulting in a period of considerable distress as she tried to come to terms with her revelation. This conflict had raged inside her for the nearly entire time that Roy had been gone, but eventually the approval-seeker part of her won out over the anti-male teachings of her mother. Roy held out his hand and helped Pam up. She brushed the dust off her sweat pants and then turned to the opened trunk. She grabbed a box at random and headed for the house. Roy grabbed a box himself and followed behind her. Pam set her box down on the porch and pulled a key out from her pocket, she used it to unlock the door to Roy's new home and led him inside. The two spent the next three hours bringing Roy's stuff inside and getting it put away. The house was mostly furnished, couches and tables were provided. Mrs. Jones hadn't wanted to have to move everything, and had decided to leave them for Roy who had paid her a lump sum for the furniture plus the first and last months of rent. Roy brought the final box upstairs to be bedroom; it contained the last of his clothes. He put those away and went in search of Pam who was somewhere downstairs. He found her putting his trophies from high school and college into a display cabinet in the hallway that led to kitchen. She put the last in place just as he approached her from behind, laying his hands on her hips. "So many." She said, gazing at the array of trophies and medals. They looked impressive displayed like this, though to Roy it was just a natural accumulation of over twenty years of coaching and competing in sports. The display cabinet consisted of an upper and lower section; the upper section was recessed from the lower. Roy supposed that Mrs. Jones must have used it to display her fine china and trinkets at one point. "I'll get you one for your trophy case." Roy said, referring to the regional championship that he'd promised to get for her. He reached around her and shut the twin glass doors, pressing his hips against her ass, trapping her body between him and the waist high edge of the cabinet. Pam gasped when she felt Roy's growing shaft press against the cleft of her ass. "I'd like that." She murmured. Roy leaned down and kissed the back of Pam's exposed neck, his hands slid down her side, along her ribs. Pam could see her reflection in the glass of the door in front of her, she watched Roy as his hands went under her shirt and played over the soft skin of her flat stomach. He spent a long time there, his warm fingers tracing the definition of her abdominal muscles, trailing into her navel. Roy inhaled her scent deeply, she'd been working hard with him all day, and the smell of her sweat filled his lungs. He pressed his hips forward more firmly, driving Pam's lower torso against the corner of the cabinet. She put her hands against the glass of the cabinet doors, letting Roy's hands to wander along her body without restriction. His mouth trailed lower, kissing her neck just above the collar of her cotton t-shirt. Roy's hands snaked upward, cupping one of Pam's bare breasts in either hand. She hadn't bothered to put a bra on this morning, and was now glad that she hadn't. He squeezed the firm orbs as he drove his hips forward, pressing the bulge in his shorts against her toned ass. Roy's mouth continued to explore the nape of her neck with his mouth, and toyed with her nipples firmly. Pam was getting incredibly aroused, and Roy hadn't even touched her pussy yet. She pushed back against him, feeling his erection slide up the cleft between her buttocks, still wrapped tightly in the cotton of her sweat pants. He surprised her when his hands slid down and grabbed her waistband, Roy gave a tug and brought her beautifully formed ass into view. It was obvious that she worked out a lot, her buttocks were tight and round, the flesh firm to the touch. Pam watched Roy's reflection disappear from view as he kneeled down behind her, his hands came up parting her ass cheeks, exposing her soaked cunt to him. He kissed her lower back, just above where her crack began, Pam felt her legs tremble slightly with anticipation. Roy's teeth sank gently into the firm flesh, Pam gasped aloud, no man had ever paid this much attention to her ass before. He brought his mouth down, leaving a trail of kisses until he reached where her ass cheeks met her upper thighs. His hands dug into her flesh, and he spread her so that more of her pussy was exposed to him, it radiated heat, and the heady scent of her arousal emanated from her. Then Roy's mouth was on her. Pam gasped as he suckled greedily at her soaked cunt, she hunched forward over the display cabinet, her flushed cheek pressing against the cool glass of the doors. Roy used his fingers to part her pussy lips, and used his tongue to bring Pam to the edge repeatedly, pulling back just before she came. When Roy deemed her ready he rose from his crouched position, Pam shuddered with excitement as she watched him pull down his shorts down over her shoulder. Roy sidled in behind her, his thick shaft pressing against the top of her ass and lower back. He ran his hands up under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin of her back, his hands trailed upward, hiking up her shirt as he finally reached her shoulders. Pam's legs grew weak beneath her, and she had to let her stomach fall flat against the cool wood of the cabinet's lower half, pressing herself even more firmly against Roy. Roy held his left hand over Pam's, and brought his right down to her lower back. Pam felt the warm skin of his fully erect cock run up and down between her bare ass, when it disappeared she knew what was coming. "Oh God yes, fuck me –" her words transformed into a guttural groan as Roy plunged his cock deep up into her. His hands held her firmly, he pressed deeper and deeper inside of her. She'd been waiting to feel him inside her again all summer. Her breath exhaled, creating a plume of condensation on the glass. "So tight." He growled softly into Pam's ear. "I haven't.... not since...." She cried out as his cock bottomed out, she felt his balls brush against the back of her thighs, he was so deep. Roy pulled out of her, and then shoved himself firmly back in. Pam's breasts swayed and jiggled beneath her shirt as Roy's body impacted against hers. He began to thrust into her more rapidly, her pussy clutching his cock tightly. Roy controlled the pace, gradually increasing the speed, taking her at the tempo he wanted. Pam's breathing was becoming laboured, and her orgasm was approaching. After over a month without sex Roy's big cock was stretching Pam's pussy tightly, and the blow job earlier was giving him the stamina necessary to keep going, but even so he was getting dangerously close to the edge. He gripped her waist and began to ram into her without any restraint, Pam felt his grip tighten around her waist, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Pam cried out as she felt Roy's cock swell inside of her, it spasmed, spraying her insides with his cum. As Roy came he pulled her up towards him, pressing her tightly against him. She stood on her tip toes, her calves flexing and drawing her pussy level to his stiff rod as it pumped his jizz into her. Roy supported his weight on her ass as his cum erupted from him, Pam's clit was forced against the corner of the cabinet, sending her over the edge. Her already taught calves flexed even more tightly, every muscle of her body clenched as a course of pleasure rippled through her. Roy felt her pussy tighten around his cock, drawing even more of his cum out from deep within his balls. Pam's orgasm lasted beyond Roy's, her pussy squeezed his cock hungrily, trying to milk out the last of his cum. Roy withdrew once her orgasm had ended, pressing his cock up along her ass crack, the deflating rod spreading their combined juices over her skin. His mouth returned to the back of her neck, kissing the hot flesh affectionately. They allowed themselves to recover for a few moments, Roy trailed his hands along her still sensitive skin. Despite the intensity of what had just happened, both were still mostly clothed. Roy hadn't removed his shirt, and his shorts were in a puddle around his ankles. Pam's sweatpants were pulled down to just above her knees and her shirt was hiked up. The pair breathed heavily as they stewed in their post-orgasmic glow, Roy's body hunched over hers. The combined heat of their bodies became oppressive in the heat of the early September evening, and the two parted. Roy pulled up his shorts, and Pam reached down to pull up her sweat pants. The two ate dinner from the small amount of supplies that Pam had had the foresight to bring with her. When they were done, Pam gathered her things and got ready to leave. "Are you sure you have to go so soon?" Roy asked. Pam laughed, "I'm having breakfast with my mom early tomorrow. Besides, you look wiped, you did a lot today." Everything was too intense, she needed to get out of there, regroup. She was losing the last of her barriers protecting her from Roy, and Pam feared that she wanted them to be gone, that she wanted to be at Roy's mercy. The thought disturbed her greatly. I need to talk to Mom. Roy nodded. "So I guess I'll see you at work on Monday?" "See you then." She replied, giving him a hurried kiss before she left. Coach King Ch. 04 "I'm..." She croaked. "I'm sorry." Mrs. Hall's expression softened at her daughter's distress. "You should have told me sooner, I could have helped you save the situation before it got out of hand." She said softly, wrapping a protective arm around her. "I'm sorry, I've been neglecting you lately. I've been too busy dealing with... Well, I'll get you through this. It can all be fixed. I'm sorry I was cross with you." She said consolingly. "What should I do?" Pam asked, brushing away her tears. "What you need to do is..." Mrs. Hall was interrupted by a sudden fit of coughing, a series hacking barks from deep inside her lungs. She pulled a wad of tissue from her pocked and wiped the spittle from her chin in a dignified manner once the fit was done. "Mom, are you alright?" Pam asked. Her mother had been having these sorts of fits more and more often recently. "I'm fine dear." Her mother said distractedly. "Now where was I? Oh yes, your problematic employee. What you need to do is wean yourself off of him. Don't see him anymore outside of school, and if you must... well do it where no one will find out. Discretion is of the upmost importance. Once you've regained control over yourself, you'll need to re-establish your dominance. I want to see you next Saturday as well as Sunday so we can go over your progress over the coming week." Mrs. Hall said. Her mother laid out her plan. It was basic, but Pam wasn't sure if she was up for the challenge. "Mom, you don't get it, it's like Roy has this... presence. I don't know how to..." "I don't care if he's a reincarnation of Casanova, Pamela. You must regain control over the situation, do you understand? You need to get control over yourself." But what if I don't want to? Pam thought to herself, but said nothing. She simply nodded. "Good, now let's eat our breakfast." Coach King Ch. 05 Author's Note: This is the fifth installment of the 'Coach King' series. If you have not already read the previous chapters, I recommend you do so before you read this one. Thank you all for your support on the previous chapter, all your feedback is greatly appreciated. I hope you all enjoy. -Max * Kayla was a spectator, an outsider looking in on something intense, poignant, and utterly sexual. She watched as Helen took Roy's cock inside of her, the magnificent shaft penetrating her friend's tight pussy. Kayla could hear their moans and gasps of pleasure, smell their combined musk, see their faces contort in pleasure as they joined; but they couldn't see her, couldn't sense her presence though she was mere feet away, the lone and invisible witness to their decadence. "Helen?" Kayla called out, though her friend couldn't hear her, she never could. It was as if her mouth moved but no sound was created. Helen smiled down at Roy, illuminated by light from an undeterminable source, riding him up and down on a bed of an unknown origin, in a room that only existed because Kayla's mind had chosen to surround them with one. They looked beautiful: youth and experience, masculinity and femininity, the one completing the other so wholly, so fully. "Roy?" Kayla tried calling, not truly expecting a response. Roy's eyes were locked on Helen's, a perfect smile on his painfully handsome face. Kayla watched captivated by the sight of their lovemaking, the sounds of their movements and pleasurable orations the only things filling the otherwise suffocating silence. The pace of Helen's thrusts increased, Roy's smile transformed into a look of utter lust, Helen's back arched, her chest thrust outward and her head tilted back, eyes closed as his powerful manhood stretched her nubile cunt. Kayla suddenly realised she was naked as well, feeling suddenly inadequate as she saw her friend in such splendor; she attempted to approach the bed, but for every step she took she could get no closer, as if the bed shifted away from her on its own volition. She gave up, and instead accepted her role as a mere watcher. Her hands drifted to her pussy as Roy gracefully wrapped his arm around Helen's back, and rolled her over so that he was now on top. Kayla let her fingers tease the glistening lips of her pussy as she watched Roy's and Helen's mouth's join in an electrifying kiss, and penetrated herself with two digits when she heard Helen moan wantonly into Roy's mouth as he began to thrust his hips. Kayla watched his masculine form as it swayed above her friend's feminine one, his ass and thighs clenching as he drove with virile energy down into Helen. Helen's moans grew louder when Roy broke away from her mouth, their lips wet with each other's saliva. Helen tensed up tightly against Roy, her toes curled up against the white sheets of the bed and her back arched as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. Kayla's palm had become soaked with the juices flowing freely from her pussy as she watched them. She watched with rapt attention as Roy's face took on a pained and joyous expression, mirrored on Helen's striking face as she came. "Cum on me." Kayla heard Helen plead, her face flushed from her fresh orgasm. "Oh God yes, come on her." Kayla gasped, her fingers working themselves in and out of her soaked channel in a frenzy. Kayla gazed at the two, her vision clouded by her own lust. Roy withdrew his cock, it was glistening with his precum and the juices of Helen's arousal, the head an angry red color, the veins that ran through it bulging. His fist ran up and down the shaft, masturbating himself over Helen's body until finally he reached his climax. Kayla gasped as the first shot of cum fired out with such velocity that it impacted her friend's chin, the next landed between Helen's heavy breasts. Roy groaned raucously as he came, his pulsating cock hosing Helen's body with his semen. Kayla fell to her knees as her orgasm overcame her; a flood of her juices ran down her fingers and palm, trailing all the way down until her forearm was glistening with her arousal. When Kayla recovered and she looked up, Helen's eyes were locked on hers, abruptly aware of her friend's presence; the blue-green orbs were smiling, beckoning her. Helen's beauty had become otherworldly, her high color and expression of rapture made Kayla envious. The tendril of Roy's semen on her chin made her look like a sordid angel. "Your turn, Kayla." Helen said, and the spell was broken. Kayla woke with a start, the dream still fresh in her mind, her heart was pounding and her breathing was laboured. She'd had an orgasm as she'd slept, soaking her blue thong and inner thighs; she hoped she hadn't called out in her sleep. Kayla sighed; this sort of thing was starting to become a habit. The dreams were always variations of the one she'd just had, though she could never fully remember them, she could only remember the way she felt, and that Helen always said 'Your turn, Kayla' just before she woke up. Sometimes she got a little further, the furthest being the time she tried to jump into the bed, and ended falling through into a dark abyss, she'd woken up completely terrified instead of painfully aroused from that dream, and had never tried to break the rules of the recurring dream world again. Though Kayla found them distressing, she didn't want the dreams to end, they were her only connection to Roy. It had grown worse since earlier that summer, when it was vague images scattered with intense scenes of Roy fucking her in various positions. Now Kayla couldn't get involved in any way, only watch, a perpetual observer; an unconscious manifestation of her waking fears that Roy would reject her, despite Helen's patient reassurances that he'd be insane to do so. This one had been particularly vivid, probably because Helen had told Kayla about her encounter with Roy in his car the night before. The erotic images had still been fresh in her mind as Kayla had fallen asleep. Kayla took a deep breath and rolled over onto her back, glancing over at her clock. It was fifteen minutes before her alarm, so instead of trying to fall back asleep she got up and began to get ready for the first day of the school year. Coach King Ch. 05 "Did you see the look on that douche's face?" Kayla asked gleefully, "And everyone else!" Kayla laughed excitedly, feeling liberated. "How could you do that?" Helen asked, tears of fear forming in her eyes, finally breaking out of her confused silence. Kayla's felt her heart plummet. "Helen... It's the best idea ever. Nobody will realize what we're doing with Roy if they're too busy thinking about what we're doing with each other!" "But we're not gay! Don't you get how hard it is for gay people in places like Riverside? Everyone's going to hate us, and it isn't even real, we both like guys, we just..." "Like each other too, I know. You're right, we do like guys, but you can't say we don't at least like each other, if not other girls if we gave it a chance. That makes both of us bi at least, and that's what makes it so perfect, people will totally believe it because it will be totally real: we can go on dates, we can even kiss and be affectionate in public, but we can also have sex with Roy without worrying about people wondering why we aren't paying any attention to guys at school. It's a win-win situation. I mean come on, we're two of the hottest girls in school, and that isn't me being conceited, it's just a fact; don't you think it'd be weird if we didn't have boyfriends all year? I guess at first maybe, but people would start to wonder eventually, and we can't be attracting extra attention if we're going to keep what you're doing with Roy secret." Kayla said enthusiastically. "But this will attract all sorts of attention!" Helen cried out exasperated. "Not the same kind though. They won't did any deeper if they think they have the whole story, we just have to be convincing as a couple." "What about my mom? What about yours? What will George think? They'll find out you know, how will we explain this? What if they don't understand?" Helen felt herself warming to the idea, but was apprehensive about it. Her feelings for Kayla had long been confusing for her, and having them out in the open was forcing her to come to terms to them. "My mom's cool, she'll be fine with it. George will probably be relieved that I won't be dating guys anymore; he hated all the boyfriends I had, remember TJ?" That got a grin from Helen, TJ had been Kayla's boyfriend in grade eleven, and he was three years older than them. George had been appalled when he'd heard that Kayla was dating a nineteen year old, and was even more appalled when he met TJ and found that he had an abundance of tattoos and drove a motorcycle. TJ had actually been a very nice guy, but George could never get his head around the idea of Kayla dating a guy like him. "Your mom..." Kayla drifted off, how would Helen's mom react? "It'll be fine." Kayla assured Helen. "You should have asked me first. Told me what you were going to do, this is going to change everything for us. What if nobody wants to be our friends anymore?" "We'll have each other, like we always have." "Are you sure?" Helen asked, "This will be just as hard for you. We could just say we were messing with Dave." "After that kiss? I'm certain about this Helen, I love you. Will you be my sort-of-lesbian lover?" Kayla asked gravely. Helen laughed, "I will." Her doubts fading as Kayla leaned over the center console and kissed her again. Kayla broke away, "You better be right about Roy, I don't think I could make it until college without any cock; your tongues good but I do have my limits. " It'd been months since she'd last been with a guy, and though Helen had done a lot to help sate her hunger, she really craved the feel of a man's cock inside of her, Roy's to be precise. Helen laughed, and the two resumed kissing with a fierce hunger, Helen ran her hand up beneath Kayla's shirt to her bra covered breasts, cupping the firm mound in her hand. She gasped when she felt Kayla's hand creep up beneath her skirt, her warm hand moving smoothly up the soft flesh of Helen's inner thigh. Helen took charge, pulling Kayla to her so that the smaller girl was straddling her legs. They continued to kiss passionately, the newfound sense of freedom making them bold. Kayla's hand traveled up Helen's partially parted thighs, and gasped into her mouth when she felt Kayla's hand push against her mound. The intensity of their kiss increased, Helen pulled Kayla's shirt over her head and undid her bra, bringing her proud breasts into view. She leaned forward and took one of Kayla's engorged nipples into her mouth as Kayla rubbed Helen's pussy through the crotch of her panties. Helen cried out excitedly when Kayla pushed aside the hindrance and began to prod her bare pussy with her fingers. She sucked on her friend's nipple more forcefully, knowing that they were quite sensitive. Kayla gasped when her friend gently ran her teeth along the hard bud, sending a wave of pleasure through her. She penetrated Helen's cunt with two fingers, smothering the moan from her friend with the flesh of her breast. Kayla began to work them in and out, letting her palm rub against Helen's clit gently. The summer had given them plenty of opportunity to further explore each other's hot spots, and Kayla used that knowledge now. She inserted a third finger into her friend's tight pussy, and deftly found Helen's G-spot with her middle finger, rubbing the sensitive area insistently. Helen decided to use some of her insight as well, reaching forward she undid Kayla's belt and fly, but instead of reaching down into her friends pussy, she first reached up towards Kayla's face. Kayla took two of Helen's fingers into her mouth and sucked on them obediently as Helen continued suckling at her breast. Helen withdrew her fingers, now soaked with her friend's saliva, and reached around her friend. Helen explored Kayla's lower back; Kayla's ass was remarkably well toned, Helen ran her fingers over the twin dimples just above her ass on either side of her spine. Kayla felt Helen's hand travel past the firm muscles of her lower back, beneath her jean shorts. "Oh God, you're so bad." Kayla gasped as Helen's slick fingers brushed against her anus. Helen smiled around her friend's nipple, still applying steady suction to the sensitive bud. Kayla cried out when Helen's middle finger pushed past her sphincter into her ass. Helen carefully slid her finger in and out of her friend, loosening her tight channel before she pressed another finger against Kayla's anus. Kayla cried out with pleasure, mixed with pain. She was very tight, and she and Helen had only just started experimenting with anal stimulation. Kayla increased the pace of her fingers in Helen's pussy, thrusting her three fingers rapidly and working her G-spot with expert precision as Helen began to work her digits in and out of her ass. The stimulation on Kayla's breasts, combined with the exciting and new sensation of the anal toying, quickly had Kayla close to the edge. Helen pushed Kayla over the edge when she spanked her ass firmly, hitting the denim clad buns with an open palm. "Oh shiiit!" Kayla cried out, her head arching back and muscles tensing. Her sphincter clasped vicelike around Helen's fingers as she came violently on top of Helen. Her legs and ass spasmed, thrusting her groin against Helen's lower torso. When Kayla's orgasm ended and her inner muscles relaxed, Helen pulled her fingers out from Kayla. Kayla lay panting on top of Helen, her fingers still deep inside her pussy. "Did you..." Kayla asked, not quite sure she remembered. "Smack your tight ass? Yep." Helen said, giggling. "That was... so hot." "Hmm... We'll add it to the list of things you want Roy to do to you." Helen said distantly, Kayla had resumed her steady fingering of her wet pussy. "How about I do something from the list of things I want to do to you." Kayla said, snaking her way sexily down Helen's body. "What would that be?" Helen asked, her breathing becoming heavy. "Well I haven't had lunch yet." Kayla said, unable to keep a straight face. She burst out laughing and so did Helen. "Really, that's what you go with?" Helen asked. "It sounded hot in my head." Kayla said, getting down on the cab floor in front of Helen. "Not 'I won't tell,' or 'wait and see', or the ever popular 'don't worry you'll like it'?" Helen asked. "How 'bout I make it up to you." "Hmm... and how are you going to do that?" Helen asked. "Wait and see." Kayla said in echo, grinning broadly as her head disappeared beneath Helen's white skirt. Helen's giggle became a gasp as Kayla's mouth came into contact with her pussy. Kayla wasted no time; Helen was primed from the constant stimulation of Kayla's fingers, all she had to do was push her over the edge. Her tongue went straight for Helen's clit, toying with the sensitive pleasure centre with the tip of her tongue. Helen couldn't see Kayla, her head was hidden from view by her skirt, but the sensations Kayla was bringing her were outstanding. Kayla began a simultaneous assault on both Helen's clit and her G-spot, stimulating both triggers with her mouth and fingers. "Oh God, yes Kayla, yes like that." Helen moaned, her head tilted back and her eyes closed. Her legs were draped over Kayla's shoulders as she went to work on her soaked cunt. Helen couldn't believe the sensations she was experiencing, as if every part of her pussy was telling her to cum, telling her to let go, but she held on, not wanting the pleasure to end. Her hands went to Kayla's head over her skirt, pushing her mouth harder into her crotch as she began to cum. Kayla eagerly lapped up Helen's juices, savoring the taste; she continued fingering her friend's cunt as it spasmed around her fingers, soaking them and her face with her nectar. Helen's moan of ecstasy filled the sweltering cab of Kayla's truck, transforming into ragged breathing as her orgasm ended. Kayla came out from under Helen's skirt, the lower half of her face coated liberally in Helen's juices, she drew herself up and on top of Helen, and lowered her head down into a kiss. Helen kissed Kayla back eagerly, her nectar and their saliva mixing together in their mouths. "Oh God, what time is it?" Helen asked breathlessly, after the two had made out for a while. Kayla grabbed her phone from her pocket. "Oh no, lunch is over in like two minutes." Kayla told Helen. This realisation brought them back to reality, the two hurried to get themselves presentable for school once again, using the side mirrors to smooth out their hair and fix their makeup. Kayla used a wet nap from her purse to clean her fingers and face, and gave one to Helen so she could do the same. Once they deemed themselves appropriate for public viewing they exited Kayla's truck and hurried back into the school. Kayla's stomach growled loudly as they were heading to their next class. "I'm absolutely starving." Kayla complained. "Well, it's not like you didn't get to eat something." Helen replied, laughing. "Oh, so it's fine when you use culinary puns, but when I do it, suddenly it's just 'inappropriate'. Maybe I should find a girlfriend who finds the things I say sexy." Kayla said. "Hmm... They might laugh at your jokes, but would they spank you when you're bad?" Helen asked salaciously. "My God Helen, I should 'out' you more often." Kayla said, the two laughed as they separated to go to their respective classes. The only class the pair shared was anatomy second period, Helen had Calculus next, and Kayla had English, so the two wouldn't see each other until the end of the day. They separated unhappily, worried about how the news of what had happened during lunch would change their lives forever. Coach King Ch. 05 "I'm Mr. King; some of you may know me from Anatomy class earlier this morning." Roy continued, his eyes drifting over to Helen. Roy had examined Helen's student record after Anatomy that morning, with a 94% average (with her honors classes included) she was one of the top students in her grade. "This is Grade 12 Biology; an honors class, so I expect that all of you have come here prepared to move quickly. Therefore, the plan for today is to introduce the outline for the year, and then proceed with the course material. Any questions?" Roy asked. There were none. "Very well, let's get going." Roy ran through the course outline, answering questions and generally trying to get the students to engage with him. One good thing about teaching an honors class was that the students generally participated without hesitation; Helen however seemed shy and withdrawn. The other students seemed to be staring at her. He wasn't sure if that was her natural state, or if knowing him intimately was making her clam up, unsure of how to behave in public around him. As far as he knew she was quite popular, but that may have been more because she was such close friends with Kayla (or because she was completely gorgeous) than because she was outgoing. He covered half of the first chapter of the first unit, Molecular Genetics. He used a combination of PowerPoint and chalkboard, asking questions to get the students involved, and trying to inject a bit of humor into the lesson. The students wrote frantically, and answered questions promptly. Roy made sure to ask every student at least one question, trying to memorize their names. When he finally got to Helen, she looked very uncomfortable. "Helen, could you tell me what the shape of DNA is?" Throwing her an easy one. Helen hesitated, and suddenly all eyes were boring into her. There was an unusual amount of attention being directed at her, even for such an attractive young woman. "It's a double helix, Watson and Crick discovered the structure in 1953." She finally replied meekly, shifting uncomfortably. "Very good." Roy said, he was perturbed by the attention Helen was getting. It didn't seem hostile, but there was something going on that Roy was not aware of. Roy continued going through the material until the bell rang. "I'll be handing out the textbooks tomorrow, so no homework for tonight." Roy said, earning him a few appreciative smiles. "Helen, could you come over here?" Roy said, signalling to a seat near the front of the class, right in front of his desk. Helen did so obediently, sitting down on top of the desk with her legs crossed. When the class had emptied out, Roy closed the door behind them to give him and Helen some privacy. He strode over the room and leaned back against his desk and surveyed Helen for a moment before asking: "What's going on?" "What do you mean?" Helen replied, trying to avoid answering. She was suddenly unsure about how Roy would react to what she and Kayla had done earlier that day. "Why were those kids giving you weird looks all through class?" "Oh, that." Helen replied. "Yes, that." "Well, I guess it's because they think I'm a lesbian, and that Kayla and I are dating." Helen replied blushingly, not meeting Roy's eyes. Roy burst out laughing, "You can't be serious?" He said, laughing harder when he saw Helen blush scarlet, "Oh my God, you're not?!" He said, laughing even harder. In light of what he'd experienced of her, and for that matter Kayla, it seemed ludicrous. "Why do they think that?" Roy finally asked, partially recovering from his outburst. "Because Kayla kissed me in front of everyone and said that I'm 'with her'." Helen replied sheepishly. The thought of Kayla and Helen kissing in private, let alone in public, instantly snapped Roy out of his giggle fit. Kayla was one of the most effortlessly sexy women Roy had ever come across, every movement she made just made him want to pin her to a desk and fuck her brains out, and she was only eighteen; even with the regular sex he was receiving from Helen and Pam helping keep his unusually high sexual appetite sated he couldn't help but eye Kayla anytime he thought Helen (and for that matter anyone else) wasn't looking. He still vividly remembered his first run in with her during the summer at the gas station; she'd been wearing bike shorts and a bikini top and he'd ogled her to the point that he began to feel like something of a pervert. "Wait, what? When? Why?" He asked, realizing he was two seconds away from drooling over the memory of Helen's best friend and forcibly brought himself back into the conversation. "During lunch. My ex-boyfriend was being an asshole and so Kayla kissed me, sort of 'marking her territory' I guess. She threatened to smash his balls with a tire iron if he went after me again." Roy flinched at the thought. "But are you two, you know..." Roy asked his mind was reeling; this whole thing seemed completely overwhelming. "Well, sort of. I mean... I've only ever been with her; I haven't wanted any other girl. I mean, I guess I can recognize a good looking girl, but I haven't really thought about it that much. I definitely like guys though; I mean we did... have sex." She said, whispering the last couple of words, and watching the door cautiously. "Wait, 'been with'? You and Kayla have..." Roy trailed off, not sure how to finish. "Well, yeah. I mean, what do you think I did all summer while I was waiting for you to get back?" Helen asked, her eyes meeting his finally, they were smoldering. "You told me to have fun." "I...I..." Roy was completely flustered; a situation that was only exacerbated when Helen stood up in front of him, there was far too little space between their bodies, trapping him between herself and his desk. "A...are you two going to date?" He asked. "Yeah, I mean I think so, we're sort of committed now. Plus, it will deflect attention away from what's going on between me and you; everyone will be wondering what I'm up to with her." Helen replied, running her hand up and down his chest gently, she didn't want him to escape her now, she wasn't sure how many opportunities they'd get alone like this and she wasn't going to waste it. The entire idea made Roy feel uneasy. He didn't think the girls realised the full impact that this decision would have on their lives. If it didn't work out with him for whatever reason, their entire lives would remain irrevocably changed. It was an incredibly generous but very naïve gesture on their part, particularly for Kayla who had the least to gain from such an arrangement. He was going to ask Helen about all this, but didn't want to destroy her rosy outlook, at least not right now, certainly not with her hand creeping its way down towards the growing bulge in his pants. "She's cool with us, you know..." She assured him, reaching forward, trailing her hand over his crotch. Roy gasped at her touch. Helen knelt down in front of him before he could react any further, undoing his belt and fly. "Oh God, Helen not here, someone will..." Roy protested weakly. "Everyone thinks I'm a lesbian now, remember? That's the best thing about this whole arrangement. Nobody will think anything of you spending extra time with me... You can even tell them you're helping me deal with the way people will treat me now, which I guess you sort of will." Helen replied, reaching into the fold of his boxers and drawing out his cock, stroking the shaft with her small hand. "It's so big" Helen said. It had always been dark in Roy's car, so despite everything they'd done together Helen didn't have a clear idea of what Roy's cock actually looked like. After she took a moment to admire the thick and power shaft, Helen took it into her mouth. The cock that had been in the pussy of Roy's boss a little over an hour earlier was now being hungrily consumed by the mouth of the buxom student that was supposed to be forbidden. She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue flicked around the head devilishly. Helen had gotten good at giving a blowjob; it was the best way to put off having sex with a new boyfriend until she was ready. Her saliva coated Roy's shaft, it was too big for her to take; she couldn't deep throat so instead she wrapped her fist around the lower half of his cock and jacked Roy off as she bobbed her head up and down. Roy was losing his mind, everything was happening too fast, thoughts and images of Helen and Kayla together rushed through his mind, the fact that he was in his classroom being sucked off by a student, and the fact that student was doing such an excellent job of it were quickly pushing him to the edge. Helen's free hand went to Roy's balls, massaging the twin orbs as she eagerly took Roy's cock into her mouth. He watched his cock disappear into her mouth, her saliva spreading along his shaft making it and her lips glisten. The fingers of her hand masturbating Roy's cock didn't quite meet, it was so big around, the girth made her lips stretch around his shaft tightly as she bobbed her head up and down. Her tongue ran along the bottom of his cock, the ridges of his shaft dragged against the soft and wet insides of Helen's mouth felt incredible. Roy wouldn't have thought he'd have much cum, but soon his cock was erupting like a geyser. Helen hummed happily as Roy came, wrapping her full lips tightly just under his cock head and masturbating him with her tight fist. The shots came out so forcefully that it impacted against the back of her mouth, and began to fill her orifice at an alarming rate. Helen struggled to swallow Roy's cum, but became overwhelmed, his cum oozed out between her lips, spilling out onto her chin and down into her cleavage. Helen gulped down his cum as fast as she could, grateful when the stream finally slowed. She continued drawing her hand up and down Roy's shaft, drawing out more of his cum onto her tongue. When she was satisfied that Roy had no more to give, she sat back on her heels and wiped her chin with the back of her hand, her eye's gazing up at Roy. The sight below him nearly made Roy hard again, but he was spent. Helen's chin had saliva and cum smeared all over it, and strands of his cum had dribbled down her chin to the tops of her heaving breasts. "Kayla says I'm good at this sort of thing, is she right?" Helen asked, looking up at Roy with a smile so sexy that nearly stopped his heart. "I think there's definitely merit to Kayla's theory." Roy replied, wiping the perspiration from his brow with the sleeve of his shirt, it was weird talking about Helen's friend in this context. Helen stood, wiping her lips clean and scooping up the cum on her breasts with her finger and licking them off. Roy tucked his now flaccid cock back into his pants and zipped up his fly. "I should get going; Kayla's waiting for me in the parking lot, she and I have a lot to talk about. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Helen asked, grabbing her backpack once she'd cleaned herself off. "Uh yeah, for sure." Roy said feeling horribly tongue-tied. What just happened? Roy's mind was reeling. "Okay then. Bye." Helen said, heading for the door. It opened just as she was heading out, a fact that scared both Roy and Helen. That was way too close. Roy thought as Pam entered the classroom. "Helen? What are you..." "Aunty Pam! I haven't seen you since July! How was your summer?" Helen asked excitedly, going over to her aunt and giving her a hug. Aunty? What?! Oh God. Roy felt his racing heart drop. "It was good. Quiet, I tried to get some R&R. How was yours?" Pam said, she had a beaming smile on her face. "Oh, I worked a lot, but Kayla and I managed to have some fun." "Wait? You two are... You're related?" Roy interrupted, finally catching up and not realising he'd spoken aloud. The two turned to face him, both with an identical look of confusion. Oh God, they do look alike. He hadn't noticed it because he'd never seen them together, but there was a resemblance. They had different builds, but their eyes were the same shape, and their facial structure was similar. But they were so close in age, how could Pam be Helen's aunt? She was young enough to be her cousin. "Yes, Helen is my half-sister's daughter. What are you doing with Mr. King Helen; I hope you're not making trouble for him on the first day?" Pam said, smiling. "Ah, no. He wanted to talk about me and Kayla..." Helen said, hesitantly. "I see, yes. Actually, I was wondering if I could have a word with you about that." Pam said, grabbing Helen by the arm and leading her out of the classroom. She put the waiver she'd mentioned earlier on the desk nearest to the door. "Have a good evening Mr. King, just sign that and bring it to Beth on your way out." Pam called, leading the younger girl out into the hall. "Yeah, see you in class tomorrow." Helen said. Roy was left standing in his office, feeling as if he was about to collapse. Coach King Ch. 05 George gave Kayla a big hug before the girls left to go break the news to Helen's mom. "Your mother and I love you, no matter what. I'm glad you told us." He said, pulling his wife into the hug as well, and then signalling Helen to join as well into a four-way hug. It felt really good. "Alright, we better get going. Helen's mom will be wondering where she is." Kayla said, making for the door. "Actually, could I have a private word with you before you leave Helen?" George asked. "Um, yeah. Of course." Helen said, surprised. George led her into the living room, leaving Kayla and her mom behind. George signalled for Helen to sit down on the couch, which she did obediently. "Alright, so I'm not going to give you the usual threats that I give Kayla's other...partners." He said, pausing to come up with an appropriate word. "I know you two love each other, and I'm glad that you two make each other happy. I already know you, I know that you're smart, hardworking, that you would never do anything to hurt Kayla. I just hope you two are ready. A lot of people won't be as understanding as me and Joan have been, I think you two are strong, but I just want to make sure you're prepared." George seemed to hesitate. "Do you understand?" "My mom?" Helen asked, the pit of worry in her stomach grew larger. Her mother had turned to the community of her childhood to help her turn her life around after her rough divorce with Helen's father. She'd buried herself with work, becoming a part of all sorts of committees and organizations. Helen knew of course that not all the people in Riverside and Wood Creek held a prejudice against gays, but a lot did. Her mother had very much become a part of the community and had adopted many of the views of its citizens. Helen had never heard her mother say one way or another about how she felt about the issue, but some part of her felt as if she knew the direction she leaned, the few comments she had made hadn't been necessarily positive, which was a big reason why she'd been so upset with Kayla earlier today. Helen and her mother were very close, and she hoped that this wouldn't form a schism between them. "Yes, I don't know how she'll react. But I want to assure you that you're always welcome here, we have a spare bedroom if..."George said awkwardly. Helen got up and hugged him tightly. "Thank you. I never imagined how great you guys would be about this." She said, feeling tears well up in her eyes for the second time that day. "Of course." George replied, holding her tightly. It was completely platonic, but wonderfully comforting. The two left the living room after Helen had a moment to compose herself, and found Kayla and her mom laughing. "You never told me that!" Kayla said, a look of shock on her face. "Well, it wasn't exactly what you and Helen have, but I did have some fun in college." Her mother replied blushing, a smile on her lips. "Hmm... yeah, your mother is pretty wild Kayla; she does this thing with her..." George started, sidling up behind Joan and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Alright, time to go! I really don't want that image stuck in my head." Kayla said, hurrying out the door. George laughed wickedly, and Joan gave him a playful smack on the arm. "What did George want to talk to you about?" Kayla asked Helen once they were in the truck and on their way down the highway. "He just wanted to tell me that he and your mom would be supportive if, you know, my mom..." Helen said, staring out the window. Kayla saw that Helen was deeply worried. She took Helen's hand in hers, and squeezed it supportively. The two drove in tense silence until they reached Helen's house, they made their way up the driveway, and finally they found themselves at the door. Then sun was beginning to set, casting an orangey glow on the white washed wood. "Are you ready?" Kayla asked, her fingers entwined with Helen's. Helen nodded, and Kayla reached to open the door. "Mom?" Helen called out shakily. "Yes dear? I'm in the den." Her mom called back. "Could you come here?" Helen called, not trusting her legs to carry her. She hadn't felt this frightened since she'd accidentally smashed the window of her mom's car when she was twelve. "What's wrong?" Her mom asked, concern clear in her voice and on her face as she came around the corner into the hallway. "I.. me and Kayla, we..." Helen said shakily, she had Kayla's hand in an iron grip. "Oh no, what did you two do?" Her mom asked, her voice growing louder, getting ready to chastise them for whatever misdeed they'd committed. "It's not what we did, it's what we are..." Helen said, every part of her wanted to run and hide, Kayla holding her hand was all that kept her standing there. "I don't understand. What are you talking about?" Helen's mom said, concern growing in her eyes. "Mom, Kayla and I, we're...together." Helen finished. "What are you saying, that you two are a pair of lesbos?" Alison asked jokingly. "Mom, that... I mean we are..." "Wait, you're not kidding?" Alison asked, looking thunderstruck. Helen nodded, bracing herself for her mother's luck. "You're a fucking dyke?!" Her mother asked incredulously, her voice rising in pitch. "Mom, please don't use that word. I didn't want to keep this..." Helen said, trying to explain herself, but her mother cut her off. "I'll fucking call you what I want! How dare you come to me with this! I didn't raise you up just so you'd turn into some sort of abomination! Stop this filth, now!" Alison bellowed, taking a step closer to her daughter, Helen cowered back against the door, tears forming in her eyes. "But Mom... Please... I'm sorry... I..." She said weakly. "And you!" Alison shrieked, turning on Kayla, "How dare you confuse her like this! She's a good girl, she wouldn't do this kind of thing! She's my daughter, and you're ruining her!" "We love each other." Kayla said calmly, trying to diffuse the situation. "Can't that be enough, we're just trying to be honest with you, it's what we are, it's what Helen is, how can you be so selfish as to deny her that part of herself?" "Don't talk to me about being selfish, you're the one trying to take the best part of my life away!" "I'm not trying to do anything! I just love her! And she loves me!" Kayla yelled back with equal ferocity, not fearing the older woman. Kayla stepped protectively in front of Helen, who had begun to sob. "Let's just go..." Helen said through her heaving sobs, tears streaming down her cheeks. Kayla turned her head to respond, and didn't see the hit coming. Alison's open hand collided with the left side of Kayla's face, a loud smack filling the room. A flash of pain went through Kayla where the slap had made contact, radiating outward; along with the pain came a flood of anger. Kayla turned and shoved Helen's mother hard, she tripped and fell onto her back, the wind leaving her. "You fucking bitch!", Kayla yelled, and moved to press her advantage. "Stop!" Helen cried, she turned and fled out the front door, into the field that surrounded the house. "That's right! I won't have you ruining my reputation around town with this! Get out of here you ungrateful slut!" Alison shrieked at her daughter, as she got back on her feet. "Shut up! Just...shut up." Kayla directed at the irate woman in front of her. "Helen, wait! Come back!" She yelled, running out after her. Alison fell back against the stairs crying, her tears streamed down her cheeks as she mourned the loss of her daughter, her little girl. What have I done? Alison thought to herself, I ruined everything. Her anger at Helen evaporated suddenly, and it was replaced with shame. Shame that she had so quickly turned on her daughter, that she hadn't even tried to listen to her, that she'd let her own fear of becoming a social pariah tear her daughter from her. Alison stood shakily and made her way to the kitchen, she scrapped the leftovers from the meal that she'd made for herself into the garbage and began to clean, thinking of Helen the entire time. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. New tears flowed from her; she'd chased her daughter away, just as her mother had done to her all those years before. I'm no better. I can't let one thing tear us apart. Alison fell to the floor and began to ball, the realisation that her daughter was gone, possibly forever, and that she had no one but herself to blame overcoming her. Coach King Ch. 05 "I don't know who taught you to fuck like that, but I'm glad they did." Helen said, making Roy laugh. "You learn a lot in forty-six years." Roy replied. Helen laughed and got down from his desk, padding on bare feet to the flip-flops she'd left on the floor. "Are you free this weekend?" Helen asked. Now's the moment of truth. She thought bracingly. "Ah, yes I am actually. Why?" Roy asked, trying to sound casual as he tucked his cock back into his pants and did up his fly. Helen began to do her shirt back up, trying to hide the look of victory on her face. "I was thinking that I could maybe come over later tonight. Things are a bit tense with my mom, and I just kinda want to get out of the house, you know?" "Absolutely, I'll text you the address." Roy replied, tucking his shirt back in. The idea of spending a full night, or more, with Helen was incredibly exciting. "Good. How do I look?" Helen asked, running her hand through her thick hair. "You look beautiful." Roy said, and it was true. He had no idea what her bra size was but in the form fitting shirt she was wearing her breasts looked huge. Her face was still flushed from her orgasm, and her hair had a lovely 'just got fucked' look going on. "Alright then I'll come by at around 7 o'clock, alright?" Helen said, kissing him in a casually affectionate manner. "Yep, sounds good. Let's get going." Roy said, making for the door. The two walked out of the school together, and parted ways as they approached the parking lot. "How'd it go?" Kayla asked when Helen entered her truck. She'd been waiting for Helen impatiently since the final bell rang. "Good." Helen said with a smile. "Wait, did you fuck him?" Kayla asked exasperated. Helen nodded guiltily. "Sorry, it just..." "'Sort of happened', yeah, I've been hearing that all week. What do I get? Fucked up dreams and soaked panties. But did you get the invite over to his house?" She asked. Helen laughed "Oh yeah. I think he's looking forward to it." "You don't think you might have worn him out?" Kayla asked. "I don't think it's possible. He seems to have an endless supply of energy." Helen replied, completely serious. "I hope you're right, I don't think I can wait any longer." Kayla said miserably. "I just thought of something." Helen said pensively. "What? Don't tell me you've though of a problem with your 'fool-proof plan'." Kayla asked apprehensively. "It's just, we keep talking about how much energy Roy seems to have, and I just thought about what he must have been like when he was our age." Kayla groaned, "Oh God, now I'm going to be thinking about a teenage sex god named Roy King, thanks Helen, you're a great help." Helen laughed, "I do what I can." Coach King Ch. 06 Author's Note: Thank you to those that provided feedback on the previous chapter, as always it is greatly appreciated. This is chapter five of the Coach King series, if you have not already read the previous installments I recommend that you do before continuing as they tell a continuous narrative. I hope you all enjoy. -Max Coach King Ch. 06 They arrived at her mother's estate, a massive Victorian style mansion on the edge of town, built on land that had once been a farm. Though the outer appearance of the house might have suggested technological simplicity, it was completely wired with the fastest possible internet access and every conceivable security system. Her mother had spared no expense on this fortress, it was her White House. A brick wall bordered the entire estate, and a driveway of interlocking brick led to a parking garage where her mother's multiple vehicles were housed. Pam followed Jacob into the house, ignoring the stares of the staff as she entered the home her mother had built for herself. She was given lunch in the dining room, barely touching the expertly prepared chicken soup and sandwiches. Finally Jacob rejoined her and led her up to her mother's bedroom, which had set up to serve as her death chamber. Pam shuddered as she entered the room, it smelt of death. Her mother looked painfully weak lying there on the bed, unmoving. The staff of the house were unusually quiet, her mother was well respected and loved by those who worked for her, and Pam realised they were all sad to see her in this state. "Thank you Jacob, and thank you all for your kindness," Pam told the nearby staff. She sat down and resumed her vigil by her mother's bedside, returning once more to her thoughts and memories. No one disturbed her. Coach King Ch. 06 "Oh..." Chloe said, her already pink cheeks turning red. It was strange for her to talk about this kind of stuff; she was so used to being with guys. The girls both eyed each other's breasts, suddenly bared to each other. Chloe realised that their breasts were nearly identical in size. Helen caught herself admiring the slope of Chloe's breasts, capped off with stiff pink nipples. Her eyes ran down Chloe's torso, admiring the definition of her abdominal muscles, then down to her pubic area, the spandex shorts clinging tightly to her mound, clearly outlining the area. Helen was becoming horny and shook her head, what's gotten into me? Helen felt guilty, she had a girlfriend, and whatever Roy was; she shouldn't be looking at other girls, the last thing she needed was to make her life even more complicated. When did this start? She'd never looked at any girl's this way. It was different with Kayla, it'd been gradual, this attraction to Chloe had developed almost instantly. Helen worried that she was going crazy or something. She turned away and began to pull her shorts down, breaking the spell. Chloe hurriedly followed Helen's lead, peeling the tight fitting shorts down her toned buns and legs, Helen found her eyes drawn to the sexy redhead once more. She has great legs. Helen thought admiringly, and immediately tore her eyes away. Stop it! She admonished herself, but she was really becoming horny. Both girls were now stripped down to just their panties, Helen hesitantly pulled her panties down her hips, baring herself completely to Chloe's gaze. Chloe's eyes were immediately drawn to Helen's pussy out of curiosity; it was shaved completely bald, and seeing the even tan all over Helen's body made her envious of Kayla. "When did you and Kayla realize?" Chloe asked, forcing herself to pull her eyes away. "Well, we'd been experimenting for a while," Helen began, her attention wavered as Chloe attempted to casually remove her panties. Fortunately she'd begun to grow accustomed to answering this question, and the story came out easily. Chloe was now completely naked, Helen watched as Chloe stretched her arms above her head, thrusting her chest forward. Helen's eyes inadvertently trailed downward, seeing that Chloe shaved herself in a similar style to Kayla, leaving a small amount of red hair but otherwise completely bare. Helen tore her eyes away once more. "Then after the junior prom last year me and Dave broke up," Helen continued. "I heard about that, I guess he was caught with Karen?" Chloe asked, turning around to grab her body wash and shampoo from her gym bag. "Yeah," Helen said softly, admiring Chloe's toned ass and thighs as she bent over to rummage through her bag. Her pink pussy was just visible between her legs. Helen allowed herself to stare. "So me and Kayla were both single, and kind of feeling down. Our experimentation got more intense, and then over the summer it just kept escalating. At some point we sort of realized that we didn't want guys anymore. That we were..." Helen trailed off. "Lesbians?" Chloe offered, turning around to face Helen. "Yeah," Helen answered. She felt bad for not telling Chloe the whole truth, but it was too dangerous to let her in on her relationship with Roy. The two went to the shower stalls, and continued to chat. Chloe told Helen about coming out to her family, like Helen's mom, they hadn't reacted well at first. Helen recounted how her mother had reacted. "Has she come around at all?" Chloe asked, she was just one stall over from Helen. "Not really. She seems to want to pretend that it's just a phase," Helen replied. It was great being able to talk to someone about this kind of stuff, someone who had actually gone through it before. "How about your family?" Helen asked. Chloe sighed. "It's not so bad. They've come to accept it I think. My Dad's not so bad. My older brother is cool with it. I think both of them were just taken off guard when I first told them. Mom's not... I mean... well she died when I was little, so she never knew. The worst is family gatherings with my aunts and uncles. I sort of become this elephant in the room, nobody talks about it and it's really awkward." Helen was glad she didn't have to worry about that, other than her Aunty Pam she didn't interact with any of her extended family. She remembered Chloe's brother Wayne only vaguely, he'd gone to the same elementary school as she had but he was only a year younger than her Aunty Pam. The only significant thing she remembered about him was her Aunty Pam telling her that she would have liked to have gone to Prom with him, but hadn't. The two continued to chat as they showered, Chloe finished first, leaving the stall and wrapping a towel around her before she returned to the bench and started fishing out her change of clothes from her bag. Helen finished and entered the room just in time to see Chloe remove her towel. She was facing away from Helen, her body beaded with water droplets, her skin was flushed from the hot water of the shower, and goose bumps trailed along her flesh from the change in temperature. Helen averted her eyes, feeling embarrassed and confused. She returned to her bag and got changed into her street clothes: a skirt and t-shirt. The two got ready to leave, but awkwardly bumped into each other as they were trying to get through the door. Helen pulled away, trying to let Chloe by, but she stopped suddenly. Helen looked up into her blue eyes and saw something strange in them. Chloe leaned forward, her hand brushing against Helen's cheek gently, pushing aside her hair. Helen's nose was filled with the scent of Chloe's perfume and shampoo, the sweet scent was intoxicating. Chloe's deep blue eyes transfixed Helen; they were dark, with hints of grey and green. Helen was so captivated by her eyes that it took a moment to realize that their lips had just brushed against each other. Helen closed her eyes, letting Chloe pin her against the wall as their lips pressed against each other more firmly. Chloe's tongue tentatively infiltrated Helen's mouth, gently coaxing her tongue into a joint exploration of each other's mouths. Their saliva combined, Helen felt herself reaching upward, cupping the back of Chloe's head to draw her more deeply into the kiss, inviting her to continue. The taller girl's body pressed into Helen's, their large breasts squashing against each other as they kissed with great intensity. Helen's fingers entwined in Chloe's deep red hair, feeling the silky smoothness as she held her in the kiss; suddenly a flash of realization ran through Helen. She pulled away, and Chloe stopped immediately. "I'm so sorry," Chloe said, her hand going to her mouth. Her full lips were shiny from their combined saliva, and her eyes were wide from the shock of what she'd just done. "We can't ever do that again. Me and Kayla..." Helen replied. She felt lightheaded, the intensity and the spontaneity of the kiss had left her reeling. "I'm so sorry," Chloe said again, her beautiful blue eyes brimming with tears. She felt sick with herself, like she'd behaved like some sort of predator, like she'd lived up to every evil expectation those who bullied her. "Chloe, it's alright. We both just got caught up in the moment," Helen tried to reassure her, as well as herself. "You and Kayla are so lucky to have each other." Chloe said, managing to hold back her tears of shame and embarrassment. "You'll find someone," Helen assured her, bringing her into a hug. Her heart was pounding. "I don't think so. At least not in Riverside, I'll have to wait until next year... college." Chloe replied, pulling away from the embrace and smiling sadly. Chloe went to the door and pushed it open, wanting to get away before she cried, she couldn't show weakness, not at school. Not where someone could see. But first she needed to know, to ask the question she'd been asking herself since Will had come up to the group and had announced to the group that Helen and Kayla were going out. "Why couldn't you have fallen for me?" Chloe asked. "I think I could have, I still could. But I love Kayla, and..." Roy. Helen trailed off, a series of complex and confusing emotions running through her. "Do you think we can be friends?" Chloe asked hopefully, livid with herself for risking the opportunity to gain female companionship. Even if nothing could happen between them, having friends that were girls would be nice. "Of course!" Helen said, happy that she'd suggested it. The two headed out of the change room. "I'm going to go see Mr. King before I head home, see you tomorrow?" Helen asked. "Sound's good," Chloe replied, hoping that she hadn't completely freaked Helen out. What was I thinking? Chloe thought, she felt terrible, like she'd taken advantage of Helen's vulnerability. The two said goodbye and parted ways. What's wrong with me? Helen asked herself. I just cheated on Kayla! But was it cheating if the relationship was between more than two people? What was her relationship with Kayla? Helen loved her, that much was true, but what were the boundaries. I'll have to tell her. Helen realized, but first she wanted to see Roy. Chloe had made her incredibly horny, and very confused. Coach King Ch. 06 Helen's hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly as her pussy clenched tightly around Roy's cock. A cry so loud it almost sounded painful erupted from deep inside of Helen as her orgasm ripped through her. The suddenness and intensity of her climax sent Roy over the edge. He thrust raggedly up into Helen's shuddering body as his cock began to spew his cum deep inside of her, filling her womb with his jism. The sensation of his cock expanding and contracting inside of her, the feeling of his cock pumping his hot cum deep inside of her prolonged Helen's climax, and her cunt continued to spasm powerfully around his cock. The tight internal muscles drew out more of his seed as they flexed spastically around his engorged shaft. Roy groaned deeply as the spasms of his cock ceased, and Helen's internal walls began to relax, thoroughly drenched with his cum. He slumped on top of Helen, breathing heavily as what little reserve of strength he had left dissipated. Helen lay beneath him, his slowly deflating cock still pulsating inside her sodden pussy in time with his heartbeat. She stroked his hair affectionately, and encouraged him to kiss her one again. They made out tenderly for a few minutes, tasting each other's mouths with a quiet hunger. Roy finally built up enough strength to pull away, withdrawing from Helen. Without his cock acting as a cork Roy's cum and Helen's juices flowed freely from her spent cunt, trailing down her ass cheeks onto the wood of his desk, narrowly missing the marked quizzes lying on top of it. Roy sat back heavily into his chair, his pants still around his ankles. Helen sat up, pulling her shirt back down. She readjusted her panties over her opening, and they promptly began to get soaked with their combined juices, leaving a very noticeable wet spot. She'd have to stop at the girls washroom to clean up before she left, or she'd have cum running down the inside of her thigh all the way home. Kayla had left right after school, so Helen was going to walk to the hardware store where her mother worked; it was only a few block away. She'd get a ride home with her once her mom's shift finished at six. Helen really wished that she could see Kayla tonight, but Kayla taught at the dance studio on Monday nights. She stood up slowly, making sure that her legs were steady enough to hold her weight. They proved to be working okay, if a little stiff. Helen stood and stretched, working out some of the tension in her shoulders. Roy sat back in his chair, not ever wanting to move again. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Helen said, grabbing her backpack and heading for the door. "Hmmhmm," Roy intoned tiredly. "Ah Roy?" "Yeah," Roy said, turning his head to her. "You should probably pull your pants up," Helen said, gesturing to the ground at Roy's feet. Roy sighed deeply. He leaned forward and with some difficulty pulled his jeans back into their proper place. Helen smiled when she saw how tired he was. "Walk me out?" she asked. "Alright," Roy replied, deciding the quizzes could wait until tomorrow to be marked. The pair headed out, parting ways when they reached the parking lot. Roy left for his car and Helen continued walking out towards the road, pulling her iPod out of her backpack to listen to music while she walked. Although Roy had done much to alleviate her fears about telling Kayla about her encounter with Chloe, she still felt a touch apprehensive. She'll understand. Helen told herself, and 95% of her believed it. Coach King Ch. 06 "We should be able to make it to Anatomy," Kayla said. "Alright, let's get going," Helen replied. The two talked as they walked up to the school. "Are you mad at Chloe?" Helen asked. Kayla paused for a moment. She'd felt nearly homicidal towards Chloe for a few moments. Kayla had felt not only felt extremely jealous but also very hurt when Helen had first told her, but now that she'd cooled down she thought that she'd been too harsh. She got that until recently Chloe had been the only girl in school that was a lesbian, she'd been completely alienated because of it, never having any relationship more positive than passing friendliness with another girl, or most guys for that matter. If Chloe had been straight she'd have been one of the most popular girls in school; she was beautiful, nice, and from Kayla knew of her she seemed to be into some pretty cool stuff. It must have been painful to hear that not only were there two more gay girls in school, but also that these same girls were already in a relationship. Chloe must have wondered, 'what if I had been friends with Helen/Kayla before they came out, would they have fallen for me instead?'. That question would have plagued her, and when she was presented with the opportunity to kiss Helen, to feel close to another girl, a girl like herself, she'd taken it. It must have been extremely frustrating to be constantly alienated because of something she couldn't control, and it must have seemed unfair that the other girls had refused to associate with her. Kayla had experienced this feeling for only one week and she was beginning to grow angry at those girls who'd she'd once called friends, Chloe had been dealing with this for years, and she hadn't had someone like Helen or Roy to help her through it. Despite all of this, Chloe had never been anything but nice, she quietly went through school, accepting that life wasn't always fair, and trudged along, making what friends she could. Kayla couldn't bring herself to be angry with a girl who'd gone through so much, who had always been nice to her, even though she had every reason to be a complete bitch. "No, I'm not," Kayla said finally. Helen looked relieved, "Oh good, because I told her we'd hang out at lunch with her today." Kayla laughed. "Helen, you're really one of a kind, you know that? Only you would kiss a girl, tell her it couldn't happen again, and then have lunch with her along with your girlfriend." Helen laughed too, "It'll be fine. She seemed really embarrassed about the whole thing; I just want to show her that there are no hard feelings," she insisted. "So long as she doesn't try anything again, we'll get along fine," Kayla replied. "I don't think she'd dare, she felt awful." At least I hope not. Helen thought to herself. Coach King Ch. 07 Author's Note: This is Chapter 7 of the Coach King series, if you have not already, I recommend reading the previous installments before reading this one. As always, thank you all for your support on the previous chapter, and I hope you enjoy this one. -Max Coach King Ch. 07 Roy brought his thumbs to the spot directly under the ball of Helen's foot, and began to move them in semicircles, gradually working them back and forth horizontally. He kept this up until he felt the tension in her foot relax, and then he brought his thumbs to opposite sides of her foot. Sliding them towards each other and down, he let them meet again at her heel. As Roy massaged her feet Helen became increasingly aroused by the contact. The feeling of his hands working the tension in her feet away was remarkably exciting. He finished with her first foot and then repeated the process with her left, and by the end of it she was ready to jump him. When he finished with her feet his hands began to trail upward, massaging her calves gently with each hand and gradually making his way up her toned legs. He gently massaged her toned thighs before reaching up and undoing the button to her shorts. Helen gasped excitedly as he pulled them down her legs and over her ankles, discarding them onto the floor. His massage of her thighs continued, getting closer and closer to her center, driving Helen insane with desire. Roy's hands went to Helen's inner thigh, gently caressing the soft skin on his way up to her mound. He hooked his fingers in the waist band of her pink panties and pulled them down her smooth legs, tossing them in the same direction as he had her shorts moments earlier. Helen expected Roy to come up and kiss her at this point, as was their usual rhythm, but Roy did something different. She gasped excitedly when his tongue ran up the slit of her pussy, up to her clit where he widened his mouth and enveloped the hard bud and began to tongue it vigorously. Helen cried out pleasurably, her hands going to the back of his head, pulling him more firmly against her pussy. He penetrated her tight cunt with two fingers, working them against the roof of her channel and finding the sensitive g-spot. The double stimulation made Helen's toes curl, her head tilted back and eyes closed as another moan of pleasure escaped her. Roy eagerly ate her pussy, teasing her with his tongue, purposely avoiding her clit, withholding her release. Helen's nails dragged against his scalp as she pushed him against her pussy, bucking her hips up into his face. His method was different from Kayla's; Kayla never held out on her, every movement she made was intended to get Helen off. Roy seemed determined to drive her to the point of insanity before getting her off, and it was working. Her cries filled the bedroom, and Roy was forced to pin her down at the waist with his free arm to subdue her writhing. Roy unexpectedly brought his tongue to her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body and driving her over the edge. Her climax was violent, all her pent up sexual energy released at once. Helen's back arched and her cries reached their peak. Her brow furrowed above her tightly closed eyes as her orgasm wracked through her body. Helen's tight abdominal muscles flexed as she thrashed on top of the bed, curling her spine and thrusting her magnificent chest upwards. Her burgeoning breasts jutted out wantonly, her nipples boring through the fabric of her t-shirt. By the time Helen's orgasm came to an end Roy's face was covered in her juices. He waited for her body to relax before he continued. Roy kissed her cleanly shaven pubic mound, and drew his body up further slightly. He hiked her shirt up slightly and brought his lips down against her lower stomach, snaking his tongue into her navel causing her to gasp and giggle simultaneously. He continued upward, hiking her shirt upward and leaving a trail of kisses from her navel up between her breasts. He drew his body up fully on top of hers, and grabbed her wrists. Roy pinned her arms above her with one hand and pulled her shirt over her bust with the other. He lowered his head to her right breast, taking the nipple between his lips. Helen gasped as he fondled her sensitive tit and suckled at it greedily, his tongue circling the areola and teasing the hard nipple. She felt Roy's erection press against her naked cunt through his sweatpants, and thrust herself up against it insistently. He ignored her, taking control of the pace. Roy continued to tease her breast, squeezing the firm flesh gently as his mouth applied suction to her fully erect nipple. "Please Roy," Helen begged, thrusting her hips forcefully against him. "Don't worry, we have lots of time," Roy mumbled from around her tit-flesh. "I'm going to cum again," she whimpered. Roy pulled away, and switched his hands around, pinning her wrists to the bedspread with his right. Normally he wasn't so forceful with Helen but she was going crazy for it so he kept going. Roy brought his mouth to her left breast and gave it the same treatment as he had her right. He thrust his hips down to meet her, forcing her lower body against the bed. Roy dragged his hips upward against her, the bulge of his erection pressing against her soaked cunt. True to her word, Roy heard Helen cry out again and her body stiffen beneath his. Her chest thrust upwards against his mouth, the large breast morphed to envelope his chin. Helen shuddered beneath him as her climax ran its course, her trembling pussy leaving a wet patch on the groin of Roy's grey sweatpants. Roy withdrew and stood at the foot of the bed, pulling his shirt over his head. His impressive physique came into view, and Helen watched as his chest and abdominal muscles flex as he leaned forward to remove his sweatpants. His fully erect cock stood out proudly, pointing towards her. "Turn over," Roy directed her. Helen did as he said, getting up on all fours presenting herself to him. Roy had never taken her in this position before, and she felt a shudder of excitement when she felt the bed shift under his weight as he got back into bed. Her inner thighs were soaked with sweat and her own juices, her pussy lips glistened with her arousal beneath her upturned ass, inviting Roy to take her. Roy sidled in behind her, and laid the palm of his hand on her lower back, making sure she was still as he guided his cock to her opening. He drew back his foreskin and dragged his cockhead along the slick lips of her pussy, teasing her slightly before he finally pressed against her opening and thrust forward powerfully. With that single movement he drove his entire cock inside of her pussy, his pubic hair ticking her ass, causing Helen's large breasts to jiggle as they hung beneath her. "Ahhh!" Helen cried out ecstatically, savouring the feeling of his shaft finally being buried inside of her. He ground his pelvis against her firm ass, feeling her pussy cling to his cock tightly. Roy withdrew and thrust forward powerfully once more, the impact of his hips against Helen's firm ass created a fleshy slap sound that echoed throughout the room. "Oh fuck!" Helen moaned, resting her head against the mattress as Roy began to fuck her. Helen's hands gripped the bed sheets tightly as he plowed into her, the sounds of their bodies slamming against each other sending a lustful cacophony throughout the room. Her groans escaped Helen uncontrollably as Roy's cock stretched her tight channel while he forcefully took her from behind. The juices from her pussy coated his shaft, the natural lubricant making it possible for Roy to increase the pace further, her breasts swaying pendulously as his hips slammed into her. "That's it Roy, fuck me. Take me like you do Kayla!" Helen growled huskily, looking at him over her shoulder. Suddenly the resemblance between Helen and Pam was almost too close for Roy's guilty conscious. He grasped Helen's hips tightly, pulling her back against his cock as he thrust forward. Roy pushed down between Helen's shoulders, and she lowered her upper body to the mattress, her breasts squashing beneath her. He pressed his body against hers, planting his fists on either side of her head, forcing himself to slow down to avoid reaching his climax. Roy established a steady rhythm, burying his cock deep inside Helen with each stroke. Helen grabbed one of his wrists, clinging to it like a lifeline as he drove her closer and closer to yet another orgasm. Roy was too close though, and he knew it. He brought his free hand beneath her and began to stimulate her clitoris in an effort to get her off once before he came. It became a race to the finish, a race Helen won. The simultaneous sensations of Roy's cock inside of her, and of his hand toying with her clit caused her climax to crash over her. Her pussy clenched his cock tightly and Roy let himself go, his cock erupting inside of Helen's quivering cunt. Roy's elbows locked to support his weight as he thrust jerkily into her trembling body, their moans of pleasure echoing throughout the bedroom as they experienced a mutual orgasm. His cum splattering her insides as Roy emptied his balls inside of her. He continued to thrust into her, his cock pumping his seed into her, filling her with his semen. Helen clutched Roy's wrist in a death grip, her other hand balled up around the sheet as she experienced her most powerful orgasm of the morning. She took everything Roy gave hungrily, the spasms of her cunt drawing out every last drop of his cum. Roy withdrew, his spent organ resting in the cleft between Helen's ass cheeks, their combined juices smearing against her skin. The pair breathed heavily as Roy lay on top of Helen, recovering from their lovemaking. He rolled off of Helen, and she curled up beside him, bringing her lips to his. The two made out luxuriously, their tongues swirling together at a leisurely pace. He ran his hand through her hair affectionately, returning to the more gentle way he usually treated her. Roy got out of bed and stretched his arms up above his head, rolling the stiffness out of his shoulders. He turned and looked at Helen, her brown-blonde hair was a tangle on her head and her eyes were shut lazily. With her arms stretched out above her head she rolled over onto her back, her voluptuous breasts swaying at the sudden movement. Helen opened her eyes and smiled up at him, "We should have a shower," she said. He agreed and the two went to the bathroom. Roy started the shower and Helen hopped in first, stepping under the spray and letting the water soak her thick mane of hair, the water gliding down the slopes of her curvaceous body. Roy got in behind her, leaning over her to soak his own hair. Helen giggled when he shook his head like a dog, splashing her with the water. In retaliation she swung her much longer hair, a trail of water following it, and splashed him on the chest. This started a war that ended with Helen spraying Roy with water from mostly empty shampoo bottle and Roy using the shower head like a hose. "Alright, you win! You win! Stop! Please!" Helen begged playfully. Roy let up and put the shower head back into its mount. Helen stepped under the shower, innocently turning her head upward. Roy turned to grab some body wash and when he turned back to face Helen she blew out a mouthful of water in a jet right into his face. "Last one, I promise," Helen said smiling, her smile turned to a look of horror, "No! Roy, not the hair! I'm serious, if you get that in my hair I'll kill you!" Roy squeezed the bottle of shower gel tightly, sending a glob through the air that landed on Helen's right breast. She squealed and tried to get away from him, but the confined space of the shower made that difficult. Roy pinned her against the wall of the shower, holding the bottled above their heads threateningly. His muscular chest pressed against her heaving breasts, her hard nipples boring into his pectoral muscles. "Alright, I'm sorry! Please, don't!" Helen pleaded. Roy saw she wasn't having fun anymore and stopped, putting the bottle back on the shelf. He kept her pressed against the wall of the shower, the blob of shower gel a slimy reminder of their recent battle. Her chest was flushed from the heat and their recent battle, her breasts heaving against him. Roy felt his cock beginning to stir once more. "How about I shampoo your hair?" she asked, looking up at him. Roy turned around and Helen poured a glob of his shampoo into her hand. Reaching up she worked the shampoo into a lather in his hair, her breasts and stomach pressing into his back as she did so. Her hands lovingly worked the shampoo into his dark hair, her fingers massaging his scalp as she worked the product in. Helen guided his head gently under the stream of warm water and rinsed the shampoo out, and repeated the process with the conditioner. When she was done with his head she grabbed the body wash he'd tormented her with and began to rub it onto his back. Roy groaned as her delicate hands worked their way down from his shoulders to his ass, gently massaging the muscles as they went. He felt himself responding to her touch, and was partially erect by the time she had him turn to face her so she could repeat the process on the front half of his body. His cock stood out between them as Helen massaged the soap onto his chest and down his abdomen, creating lots of bubbles as she went. She knelt down in front of him and applied the product to his legs, ignoring his protruding erection as it bobbed inches away from her face. Helen brought her hands up along his inner thigh to his scrotum, causing Roy's cock to twitch excitedly. She massaged his balls gently, working up a lather with the body wash before wrapping her hand around his mostly erect cock. Helen gave it a few gently strokes before stepping away and allowing Roy to rinse off under the jet of water. "You're turn," he said. Helen wrinkled her nose, "Couldn't you get something that didn't smell so much like guy?" Roy laughed, "What? It was on sale, does it stink?" "It's fine for a guy, but girls should smell... I don't know, pretty?" she said, a grin on her face. Roy rolled his eyes, "Would you rather we just go back to bed?" "Hmm... I should clean up though, I'm awfully dirty," she said, pressing herself against him. Her hand trailed between them, finding his semi-hard shaft and gently stroking it. Roy took an exaggerated sniff, "You smell fine, let's go to bed," he said. Helen laughed, "Are you sure? You don't want me to be all smelly do you?" Her mouth went to his neck as she masturbated his now fully erect cock. He pulled away from her and opened the shower door. "Get out of the shower Helen," Roy said, stepping out of the shower. "Make me!" she said petulantly, pouting for comic effect. Roy reached into the shower and turned the hot tap shut, sending a flood of cold water over Helen's head. She shrieked and scrambled to get out, shivering as she came out into the air. Her skin became goose bumped, and she hurriedly grabbed a towel and clutched it around herself. "Why'd you do that?!" she shouted, shivering under the towel. "I was just doing what you said to do. I got you out of there pretty quick didn't I?" "That was mean," she said sulkily, pouting prettily. Roy wrapped his arms around her trembling body, pressing his warmth against her. "That better?" he asked. "A little," she said, pressing herself more tightly against him. Roy swept her up and carried her to the bed, getting under the covers with her to warm her up. Both of them were still wet from the shower, and the sheets became damp but neither cared. Helen rolled on top of Roy, her wet hair hanging down from her head and tickling his cheeks as she leaned down to kiss him. The pair kissed hungrily, forcing their lips together hard as their tongues slid together. Helen slid her body down Roy's, kissing his neck and running her hands gently down his arms as she went. She could feel his erect cock pressing into her stomach as she made her way down, pressing her lips against his chest and stomach until her face was finally level with his groin. His cock stood proudly at attention, practically throbbing as it jutted out from his dark thatch of pubic hair. Helen grasped it in her hand and began to gently stroke it, pulling the foreskin back and exposing his cockhead. Roy groaned as Helen masturbated him slowly, her face inches away from his penis, bathing his freshly cleaned cock with her warm breath. She continued her slow strokes with her hand and brought her mouth downward and swirled her tongue around his scrotum. Roy grunted audibly and his shaft twitched in Helen's hand, still stroking him at the same measured pace. Helen flattened out her tongue and licked his balls with in sweeping strokes, increasing the pace of her stroking hand almost imperceptibly. She pursed her lips and gently took his right testicle into her warm mouth, soaking it with her saliva. Helen's nose brushed against the base of his cock as she flicked her tongue along Roy's raphe zealously, her tongue working the vertical line like a musician with a guitar string. Roy gasped when Helen finally traversed up his shaft, her mouth and hand switching places. Helen pushed the wet strands of her hair behind her ear to get it out the way, but this proved futile as it kept falling back, brushing against Roy's pubic area. Roy reached down and took hold of her hair, holding it behind her head so she could concentrate on the task at hand. Helen began by swirling her agile tongue around the crown of his cockhead, and gently wrapping her luscious lips around him. Her hand at his balls was active as well, gently massaging the twin orbs as she began to bob up and down on his shaft, taking as much as she could before she began to gag. Helen licked the entire length of his cock, the flat of her tongue running from the base to the tip. She steadied his shaft with her hand, stroking it tirelessly in time with her bobbing head, bringing Roy closer and closer to the edge. Helen determinedly worked his shaft deeper into her mouth, working the shaft with her hand simultaneously. Her tongue ran along underside of his shaft, teasing the thin ridge than ran along it, his cock ready to burst inside her mouth at any time. Helen flattened her hand against him and tried to take the entire shaft into her hungry mouth, simultaneously teasing his perineum with the forefinger of her hand at his testicles. Her eyes watered, and Roy nearly came when she looked up at him, her blue-green orbs shining and her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft which was almost completely buried in her mouth. "Oh God, I'm going to cum..." Roy warned her. Helen pulled away, and Roy felt disappointed until he saw what she had in mind. She knelt in front of the bed, and Roy repositioned himself so his ass was right near the edge, his cock pointing upwards proudly. Helen leaned forward and pressed her large breasts against his protruding shaft, flattening it against her breastbone and his stomach. She began to rock back and forth gently, her breasts enveloping his entire cock. Helen reached up with her hands and squeezed her breasts together, creating a tunnel for his shaft to penetrate. Her breasts were still wet from the shower, the water and her saliva provided lubrication as his cock penetrated the tunnel created by her tit-flesh. Helen's hair clung to the tops of her breasts, her eyes staring down at his shaft as the thick organ peeked out at the bottom of every thrust, the head of his cock appearing and disappearing between her tits. Helen stretched her tongue out, swirling it around his cockhead every time it came into view. Roy propped himself up on his elbows and groaned at the visual of Helen's large breasts around his shaft, her tongue teasing his cockhead, and being already close to the edge began to cum. Helen continued to enthusiastically work her breasts up and down his shaft as his spunk flew all over them, coating them in thick tendrils of the sticky substance. She laughed gleefully as his cock twitched between her tits, coating them in his seed. Roy's orgasm slowed, and his cock began to give up his jism more reluctantly, so Helen freed his cock from between her breasts and began to stroke him with her hand. She milked out a few more cords of his cum, letting them fall onto her chest, joining the rest of the carnage. Coach King Ch. 07 Helen continued to stroke Roy's cock until every string of his seed had escaped. The torrent of cum had splattered Helen's upper body in his cum, a stray cord had made its way to her chin, clinging sexily above her cum covered breasts. Roy lay on the bed panting; his eyes locked on Helen's chest. The image of her debauchery was intoxicating. She took his cock into her mouth, gently cleaning his deflating organ until all the semen had been retrieved. Her chin and neck were coated in his seed, dribbling down to her already cum streaked breasts. Helen stood, holding her hair away from her chest so she didn't get any semen in her hair, and carefully returned to the bathroom. Roy dozed off as Helen cleaned herself off and she curled up beside him once she was done. The two snoozed happily, Roy's arm wrapped lazily around her shoulders. Coach King Ch. 07 Kayla wasted no time, she lied flat on Helen's body, and brought her mouth to her hot cunt. Helen gasped into Kayla's pussy at the sudden contact, and began to eat her out with greater urgency. Both girls pulled out all the stops, Kayla mercilessly attacked Helen's clitoris, driving the girl beneath her insane. Helen was no less devious, knowing her friends affinity for ass play, she lubricated her finger with juices from Kayla's pussy and brought it to her anus. With some difficulty she managed to her digit past Kayla's tight sphincter, burying her forefinger to the second knuckle. Kayla practically screamed into Helen's sex, the sudden invasion of her ass pushing her dangerously close to the edge. Pressing her advantage Helen began to work her friend's clit feverishly with her tongue while sawing her finger in and out of her ass. The competition was over, Kayla went off hard, forcing her pussy into Helen's face as she came violently on top of her. Her writhing buried Helen's finger further inside her ass, pushing her to cum even harder. Helen lapped at Kayla's cunt hungrily, taking all of the juices that flowed from her as Kayla came. The tremors coursing through her body began to recede and Kayla was left panting on top of Helen. "That wasn't fair," Kayla said playfully. "Hey you started it, I just finished it," Helen replied, a grin forming over her glistening lips. Kayla got off of Helen unsteadily and the two returned upstairs to the bedroom, deciding that Roy had had a long enough nap. When they got there Roy was snoring, his flaccid cock flopped back against his stomach as his chest rose and fell. Helen gave Kayla a look to say 'What should we do?', in reply Kayla got into bed, and curled up beside Roy. Helen followed her lead and got into bed on the opposite side. Kayla brought her mouth close to Roy's ear, near enough so that she was just about touching him. "Roy," she breathed softly into his ear. Kayla gestured to Helen to do the same. "Roy," Helen whispered gently into his other ear. Roy mumbled something incoherent, but remained asleep. "Roy, we're both here," Kayla cooed into his ear. "Wake up and play with us Roy," Helen continued. Roy murmured something about not wanting to play, drifting somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. "But we want to play with you Roy," Kayla breathed sexily in his ear. "You don't want to disappoint us do you?" Helen whispered, fighting back a giggle. "I guess not," Roy said, and he lunged with his arm. Helen squealed with fright and excitement, and giggled when his arm curled around her and pinned her against his side. Kayla tried to veer away but he caught her, and held the two wiggling girls against him. He brought his fingers to their ribs and began to tickle them mercilessly, reducing the two to stitches. Helen and Kayla writhed to get away from him, but his strong arms held him in place. Kayla ended the game when her hands found his cock. "Stop!" she said through her laughing, and Roy did lest she squeeze him painfully. The two caught their breath. "How could you snooze with two beautiful girls waiting to have sex with you?" Kayla asked, running her hand up and down his shaft gently. Helen ran her hands along his chest, gently raking her fingernails over his hard pectoral muscles. "Have we tired you out already?" she asked, bringing her mouth to his chest. Roy gasped as Helen ran her tongue around one of his nipples, gently running the nail of her thumb around the other. In response to her question Roy grabbed her by the waist and rolled her over onto her back, sidling in between her legs. "Don't worry about me, it's you I'm worried about," Roy replied. "I did catch her sleeping," Kayla interjected, sliding up close to Helen. "I wasn't sleeping!" Helen protested. "I guess she just can't keep up with us Kayla," Roy said with mock regret. "Yes I can!" Helen insisted indignantly. "It's alright honey, we still love you," Kayla said, giving Helen a wet kiss on the cheek. "I wasn't sleeping!" Helen shouted through her giggles, Kayla had begun to feather her neck with little wet kisses. Her laughing became a gasp as Roy penetrated her with a powerful thrust. He lay on top of her, buried to the hilt, feeling her pussy tremble around him. Roy straightened up and grasped her by the hips as he withdrew. Tightening his grip he drove forward once more, plunging his thick shaft to her deepest recesses. Kayla turned Helen's head towards her and kissed her hungrily, bringing her left hand to fondle Helen's breast. Helen became too distracted to maintain the kiss so Kayla trailed her mouth downwards to Helen's other breast, taking the erect nipple into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it devilishly. The action elicited an appreciative gasp from Helen, whose toes curled and eyes shut tightly as she allowed herself to be overwhelmed by the stimulus Roy and Kayla were giving her. Roy's position shifted slightly, his left hand pressed against Helen's taut stomach and his other went to the back of Kayla's left leg as she lay beside Helen. His hand slid up between Kayla's slightly parted legs towards her glistening pussy, causing her to moan around Helen's abundant tit flesh when his ring and middle finger brushed against the engorged lips searchingly. Roy continued to thrust forcefully into Helen as he probed Kayla's cunt with his fingers, brushing his fingers against her engorged clitoris which caused her to produce an incredibly sexy groan muffled by Helen's breast. Being attacked from two fronts simultaneously was causing Helen to reach the brink quickly and violently. She felt the orgasm coming and did nothing to restrain it. Pressing her heels into the mattress she began to thrust her hips upwards against Roy desperately, getting closer and closer to the edge with every carnal movement. The hand at Helen's other breast trailed down her stomach and Kayla began to stimulate Helen's clit as Roy's shaft rammed into her like a piston. Helen came immediately, her body becoming a shuddering, trembling form as she was overwhelmed by the stimulus she was receiving. Neither Kayla nor Roy showed any mercy, both continued their ministrations, sustaining Helen's climax far beyond what it normally would have been. She peaked and then came back down, and went up once more. Unsure whether it was one orgasm or many smaller ones Helen allowed the pleasurable sensations overcome her without protest, until finally her body could take no more. She collapsed back into the bed exhausted, breathing heavily, her vision blurry and unfocused. Her pussy quivered around Roy's engorged rod, hypersensitive and utterly soaked. Roy repositioned himself so that he was now behind Kayla, with her on all fours and facing the headboard. He ran his hands along her back, appreciating the definition of the muscles he could feel beneath the flawless skin. As someone who'd spent his life learning about the human body, and training people to reach their peak physical condition, he admired both girls' incredible bodies. Roy trailed his hand down further up the slope of her upturned ass, feeling the perfectly formed cheeks resist warping against his touch as he gently squeezed them. Kayla moaned as Roy fondled her ass, he spread her buns apart, exposing her anus to his sight. He pressed forward, bringing the shaft of his cock to the cleft of her ass and sawing it between the crevice formed by her twin cheeks. Roy continued this motion, taking in the full beauty of her ass before he trailed his cockhead down to her glistening opening. Kayla felt Roy's thick cock penetrate her and moaned pleasurably. He showed little patience, and she was happy for it. Roy grasped her hips tightly and thrust into her with great force, his hips colliding with her ass powerfully. Helen lay back on the bed tiredly, exhausted from her orgasm. She watched as her friend pushed herself back against Roy's hips, increasing the magnitude of the impact as well as encouraging Roy to fuck her more quickly. He complied, and began to thrust into Kayla with manic energy, forcing Kayla's small breasts to bounce and jiggle beneath her. Knowing Kayla liked to be treated with a little bit of extra force, Roy reached forward and grabbed her long dark hair and gathered it into a ponytail. He pulled back on it gently, not enough to hurt but enough to let her know he was there. His actions were driving Kayla insane, her eyes closed tightly and her mouth opened wide as a steady succession of moans escaped her, truncated by the force of the impact of Roy's hips against her ass as he slammed into her from behind. Roy felt his cum ready to boil over once more, and desperately tried to draw Kayla's orgasm out of her stubborn body. Fearing he might be going too far, he drew back his hand and gently swatted her ass. Kayla felt a quiver of pleasure run through her, "Harder!" she growled. His cock twitched inside of her as he continued to ram into her. Roy once again brought his hand down onto her ass, this time more firmly. Kayla groaned in front of him and Roy did it again, with the same amount of force on the other cheek. The impact sent Kayla over the edge, her orgasm arrived violently and almost without warning. Her pussy clamped tightly around Roy's shaft, holding him inside of her tightly as she came. Kayla's arms folded beneath her as her cries of ecstasy filled Roy's bedroom, her small hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. Her pussy began to relax and Roy withdrew, taking his cock into his hand he began to stroke his shaft feverishly. With a groan he cum began to spew from his shaft, the force of the ejaculation sending a wad of cum to the middle of Kayla's arched back. Another tremor sent another cord forth, landing on the small of her back, right above her glorious ass. His supply of cum was diminished though there was still enough for a few more tendrils of semen to be released upon Kayla's ass, crisscrossing the perfectly formed buns with his jism. Panting, Roy retreated to the far side of the bed, lying on his back as he recovered his breath. He was done now, that he knew for sure. Perhaps twenty years ago he might have been able to recover, but for once he felt his forty-six years. Fortunately, both girls were exhausted as well. Having both experienced multiple orgasms that day both of their appetites had been satisfied. The trio lay recuperating on Roy's bed, Roy and Helen on their backs, Kayla on her stomach, her ass and lower back streaked with cum. Helen's breasts glistened with perspiration and Kayla's saliva, her body felt completely relaxed and she was utterly content just to lay there on Roy's bed forever. Roy's stomach growled and he decided to go make the girls and him something for dinner. He made a rose sauce with penne, and called the girls down to the kitchen. They came down fully dressed and sat at the table. They ate and chatted until it became time for them to head home, they had an early morning with the funeral the following day. Roy led them to the door, and got a kiss from each of them on either cheek. "I guess we'll see you Monday?" Helen asked. "Yep," Roy replied. The three stood silently for a moment. "Helen... Try not to worry about what others are going to say or think, if you spend your life trying to please others you'll never be happy," he told her. Helen nodded, and Roy hugged her tightly. "And Kayla, try not to threaten anybody with your tire iron," Roy said, pulling away from Helen. Helen laughed and Kayla glared playfully, "I'll try," she said with a grin. The two left through the door, waving and shouting goodbyes until they got to Kayla's truck. Roy waved to them as Kayla disappeared around the bend of the driveway and watched the headlights disappear before going back inside. Coach King Ch. 07 Helen frowned, "Roy?" "I want you, right now," Roy said. Helen felt herself getting hot and a little flustered, "Like this?" she asked, leaning forward slightly and pressing her hands flat against the back wall of the closet. In response Roy sidled in behind her, running his hands up along her thighs, around her back to her stomach and finally up to her voluptuous breasts. Helen brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes. "I smell all sweaty," she protested, but not wanting him to stop. Roy inhaled audibly, "You smell like yourself." Helen heard him breathe in deeply, and she quivered with excitement. They hardly ever had sex at the school anymore; Roy's rules didn't allow it. It was always in his car or at his house. Today though, his rules were inconsequential. Helen's pussy was pulsating with excitement, her breathing coming in shallowly. She kicked off her sneakers, and Roy began to pull down her yoga pants, revealing a pink G-string beneath. His hands went to her bright green tank top and he pulled it over her head, now she was just in her socks, sports bra, and thong panties. Roy pulled down her panties as she pulled her bra off in one smooth motion, the twin mounds happy to be freed from its confines. She was now naked apart from her socks, but those would stay on. Roy removed his shirt and pulled his shorts down to his ankles. His shaft stood straight out in front of him, fully erect and more than ready. He hadn't been with either Kayla or Helen since the previous weekend, and he was starving for sex. The only light in the room came from a narrow window in the door to the equipment closet, just enough for Helen to make out the outline of Roy's masculine form. The darkness forced both of them to rely on their other senses: touch, smell, and hearing became heightened. Helen expected Roy to take her almost immediately but he didn't, he gently caressed her back, feeling the muscles beneath the skin, savoring the feel of her flesh beneath his palms. He bent forward and kissed the nape of her neck, pulling her sweaty hair away gently. His right hand slid up along her side, all the way up to her armpit, and then moved downwards, along her ribs. Helen felt Roy's thumb brush across each of her ribs before he brought his hand around to play over her stomach, circling her navel carefully. His mouth moved lower, to where her neck met her shoulder. His left hand trailed down her chest, squeezing each breast gently before continuing downward. He breathed in deeply, inhaling her scent, her delightful perspiration. His mouth went lower, kissing her in the center of her shoulder blade and down even further, tasting her flesh. Roy traced the muscles of her back, kissing them as he trailed down her body. Helen gasped as she felt his erect cock slide down her ass and down her leg as he bent lower, slowly kneeling behind her. His mouth traveled down the small of her back, and along the high slope of her ass. Helen's body trembled at Roy's touch, on the verge of climax though he hadn't even entered her pussy yet. He kissed the sweaty area at the top of her ass before kneeling fully behind her, bringing his hands around to where Helen's buttocks met her thighs. Roy spread the flesh apart, exposing her bald pussy to him. He ran kisses along her inner thighs, and Helen cried out when his mouth came to her swollen pussy lips. Roy's mouth moved along the lips of her cunt, gently suckling at her sweetest fruit. Helen groaned softly as he kept licking her from behind, the sweat from her workout still fresh on her skin. Roy was ready quite suddenly, he stood, his cock brushing up against the back of her legs to her ass. Helen could feel Roy standing behind her, his bare cock pressing against her lower back, his balls resting on the slope of her ass. Roy pushed her forward more, and had her spread her legs a greater distance apart. He searched for her opening in the darkness, his bulbous cockhead brushing against the folds of her pussy. Roy found it and slid his rod up into her, burying it up to the hit. "Ahh!" Helen groaned, the intrusion of his thick cock sending pulsations rippling out from her pussy to the rest of her body. Roy withdrew and pushed back inside of her, a carnal grunt escaping him as he relished the sensation of her inner muscles squeezing his cock tightly. Helen loved it when Roy took her this way, taking her at the pace he wanted, using her body exactly how he wanted to, bringing her pleasure with the slightest touch. Roy continued to drive into her, Helen's breasts quaking from each of his thrusts. Her cunt clung to his cock tightly, every motion of his cock sending additional surges of pleasure throughout her entire body. Their breathing became laboured, and sweat poured down both their bodies as their combined heat made the small space stifling. Roy began to fuck her hard, slamming his cock into her from behind, his perspiration trailing down his legs to her ass. "Do you want me to cum?" Roy asked, getting close. "Not yet, I'm almost there," Helen gasped. He brought his hands up along her side as he fucked her, reaching around to grasp her swaying breasts. Roy toyed with them as he fucked Helen, squeezing the firm flesh with his strong hands. Her legs began to tremble, growing tired of holding this position. Roy withdrew drawing a whine of protest from Helen. He swung her around and pinned her to the wall, grasping her left leg by the thigh. Helen felt herself be lifted off the ground and her back press against the cool brick of the wall behind her. Roy's cock pressed into her crotch blindly, desperately searching for her opening. She reached down and guided him to it and his cock plunged into her once more. Roy began to thrust forward powerfully, his ass flexing with each powerful stroke, his back and arms flexing as he held Helen's weight up against the wall. His chest pressed against hers, her breasts squashing between them as their sweaty torso's slid across each other. Roy's groan signalled the end, his shaft swelled inside of her and his balls stiffened. His cock erupted with such force that Helen could feel the jet as he sprayed her insides. Her soaked pussy clamped down hard on his cock as he came, her orgasm overcoming her. Their foreheads pressed together, their mouths inches away as they cries out in simultaneous ecstasy. Their perspiration combined into a sheen that coated their skin. Roy's engorged organ continued to pulse inside of her, pumping his seed deep into her channel, filling her entirely. Helen felt every tremor of his cock, her pussy quivering tightly around the shaft as he held her up to the wall. The crest of her orgasm receded, and Roy's organ began to wilt inside of her. Roy shakily lowered Helen back to the ground, steadying her as she tried to stand wobblingly. Helen could feel his semen dribbling out of her pussy, down the insides of her thighs, mingling with the sweat and the juices of her own arousal. Roy brushed her hair away from her glistening face and kissed her, a satisfied kiss, a kiss of relief. He withdrew and began to search for his clothes, a task made difficult by the low amount of light. Helen found her panties first, and her sports bra nearby. She had trouble finding her black yoga pants in the darkness, and repeatedly bumped into Roy as she stumbled around looking for them. Finally she found them in the corner by the door and pulled them on. Both now fully dressed Roy left the small room first, the window on the door fogged up with condensation. Roy looked at Helen and was shocked by her appearance. Her face was flushed pink, her hair sweaty and disheveled; the evidence of their lascivious act clear just by looking at her freshly fucked form. She swept her hair back and away from her face, trying to pat it down. Leah and Janice would certainly be gone by now and Helen felt the desperate need for a shower, a desire Roy shared. The two left the weight room and went down the dimly lit hallway to the change rooms. On the way they ran into Pam, who'd returned to work much to the surprise of some members of the faculty. They'd expected her to retire and live off her inheritance, but Pam insisted she couldn't remain idle. Roy greeted her politely and hurried into the change room. They shared an amiable work relationship, but nothing else. Their former affair was pushed to the background, but still there was a little awkwardness between them. "Hi Helen," Pam said, smiling at her niece. "Hey Aunty Pam," Helen replied, she'd have hugged her but thought better of it given her sweaty state. "Geez, Coach King must have worked you hard," Pam remarked, noting her nieces flushed appearance. If Helen hadn't been pink already she would have turned it. "Ahh... well, I guess. It's almost time for the regular season, we're trying to make sure we're in the best shape we can be," Helen replied, "What time are you coming over tomorrow?" Helen asked, changing the topic. "I was thinking around three, if that's alright?" "I'll tell my Mom. So any plans with Wayne this weekend?" Helen asked, a playful grin growing on her face. Pam smiled at the mention of his name, "He's coming over for dinner tonight, before he goes out of town with his Dad and Chloe tomorrow morning," she replied blushingly. "Have you two..." Helen asked, giving her a pointed look. Pam blushed scarlet, "Helen, that isn't really... I mean..." she stammered. Helen laughed, "How is that possible? He's a total hotty!" "What do you know, I thought you liked girls," Pam said. "Anyone with eyes knows that Wayne Lambert is one of the hottest guys in town," Helen replied. The two said goodbye and Helen went to the change room. Roy started the shower, letting the water heat up while he stripped out of his sweaty clothes. Helen did the same, one room over. They didn't realize it but they were only separated by one wall, facing one another as they rinsed the sweat from their weary bodies. Roy allowed the spray to massage the muscles in his back, and then turned to rinse his chest. Helen had just finished shampooing her hair, and was now applying the conditioner. Roy grabbed his shampoo and worked it into his hair, massaging his scalp with his fingers. Helen had moved on to her body wash and was already full of suds, rubbing herself down with a pink luffa sponge. She turned to let the jet rinse off the lather, the frothy mix sluicing down the muscles of her back and over the curve of her ass. Roy squeezed a glob of his body wash into his palm and rubbed it into his arms, the scent of the soap filling the small shower stall. Helen fingers trailed down to her pussy, feeling the smoothness of the skin as she gently cleaned herself between her thighs. Her legs were sore from her workout and the lovemaking afterward, an aching Helen was happy to feel. Roy scrubbed his stomach and genitals, and then started on his legs, his strong hands working the body wash along his skin. The warm water washing away Helen's scent off of him, and the evidence of their copulation; he rinsed off the suds, and got out of the stall. Wrapping herself with a towel Helen left the shower and went to her locker to change into her street clothes. Roy buttoned up his shirt, and pulled on his jeans. Helen pulled up her black sweatpants and pulled her stripped pink and white t-shirt over her head. Roy slipped on his shoes and tied the laces, making his way to the door. Helen zipped up her blue hooded sweater and grabbed her duffle bag, and headed out of the change room. The two met on their way out, and walked down the hallway together. Once out the front door Roy went left to the teacher's parking spaces and Helen went right to the student parking lot, where Kayla was waiting for her. "Have a good long weekend Coach," Helen called grinning. "You too Helen," Roy said. Both returning to their public roles: student and teacher. Coach King Ch. 08 Author's Note: This is the eighth installment of the 'Coach King' series. If you have not already read the previous chapters, I recommend you do so before you read this one. Thank you all for your support on the previous chapter, all your feedback is greatly appreciated. I hope you all enjoy. -Max November ended and December went by in a blur. Christmas brought Winter Break, and with it a near solid week with Helen and Kayla that had left Roy sore and exhausted. Today was the final day of this bliss. The girls had let Roy recover for most of the previous night spending time cuddling and watching movies on the couch. In its own way, last night had been the best they'd ever shared together; it demonstrated that they were able to spend time with one another without the need to have sex. Roy realised that their relationship was maturing, that they were becoming a genuine couple... or trio in this case. He and Kayla had grown closer since Thanksgiving, Kayla finally feeling as though she and Roy had a connection beyond attraction and Helen's consent. Roy felt Kayla stir beside him, and he caressed her head soothingly. She settled back into a deeper sleep, comforted by his familiar touch. Helen shifted on his left side, using his chest as a pillow as she slept. They were all nude, with Roy on his back and a girl on either side of him. Helen was stretched over him, his hand resting on her lower back. Kayla was curled up against him, her front pressed against his side, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. The pressure in Roy's bladder became unbearable so he carefully left the tangle of limbs and the softness of warm flesh that surrounded him. He washed his hands and splashed water over his face, staring at himself in the mirror. He found himself surprised that he looked younger than he remembered. He'd always been very fit, and his overall appearance benefited from the consistent maintenance. The stress he'd been under had faded away. All the exercise he'd been getting by training with his volleyball team along with the extracurricular activities with the two young women in the next room had strengthened his body further. Roy felt younger too, with his conscious at ease. Pam and Wayne were happy together, and Roy was relieved that she'd found someone who treated her so well. Helen and Kayla had settled into their new roles at high school, the painful process of changing status within the student population having finally come to an end, for better or worse. And things were better than ever between Roy and the girls. And today was December 30th, Roy's birthday. He was forty-seven, one year closer to a half century of life, one more year separating him from the girls he was falling in love with, one more year making their relationship impossible. He tried to ignore it, but there were thunderclouds on the horizon, and a storm was coming. Coach King Ch. 08 "My Dad was pretty messed up after my mom..." Chloe trailed off. The ghost of the mother who'd taken her own life clearly still haunted her. She steadied herself and continued, "Anyway, he never really dated either. I kind of wish he had, everyone should have somebody." As she said this her eyes trailed unconsciously towards Helen. Roy saw the movement and felt sorry for her. "I think I just need to be single for a little while," Roy said. "Don't take too long, you aren't getting any younger," Chloe replied. She didn't need to tell him, it was a constant fear of Roy's. He'd never been concerned about his age until his relationship with Helen and Kayla had become more serious. It was a constant concern of his that they were both oblivious to. The rest of the trip was quiet; Chloe turned on her iPod and tried to get some sleep. Roy pulled out a book, read a few lines, and dozed off. He awoke to find that Chloe was leaning against him, the side of her face pressing into his shoulder and with his head resting on top of her head. He moved away quickly, gently letting her head crane down as she slept. He felt a familiar stirring in his jeans, and shifted uncomfortably. Roy tried to put his growing discomfort out of his mind, only to realise where her hand was. Their chairs were practically touching each other, and in her sleep Chloe had rested her hand on his thigh. The delicate appendage rested gently on top of him, the act was purely unintentional but made Roy's already tight jeans even more constricting. Get a hold of yourself, Roy commanded himself. Chloe was gay, she had absolutely no interest in anyone of the opposite sex, let alone a man nearly thirty years older than herself. He felt like he was somehow betraying the trust she had given him, like he was exploiting her father's confidence in him to conduct himself professionally during the course of this trip. He was also betraying Helen and Kayla, and he felt immensely disappointed in himself. That feeling helped him ignore the hand on his thigh, and he embraced it, forcing himself to force back his carnal thoughts. Roy carefully lifted her hand by the wrist and laid it on the more proper perch of her knee. Roy was startled when she moved suddenly. Chloe rolled over to her right side in the chair and pillowed her head with her hands, all without waking up. Good, that's better, Roy thought to himself. He looked around the bus and saw that many girls had fallen asleep. A few seats ahead Pam was passed out, but Helen was awake in the seat next to her, reading from a text book. He was sitting on the right hand side of the bus, she on the left, both in the seat closest to the aisle. Roy watched her, her lips moved slightly at some parts, perhaps trying to emphasize something that she was reading, trying to commit some important detail to memory. She brushed her hair over her ear and out of her eyes; he could make out the curve of her jaw, the sensitive spot that made her gasp when he kissed it. Light came from behind her through the window, illuminating her in an angelic glow. When he saw her he felt nothing but love and affection, her beauty was entrancing. Helen apparently felt his eyes on her, either that or she'd been checking on him secretly throughout the ride. Her head turned and their eyes met. Helen's eyes locked into his, her gaze full of longing, seeming to say I need you. Roy's felt his heart begin to race, a new stirring in his pants starting. He glanced around the bus; most of the girls were trying to sleep, playing games on their phones, or reading. Helen's gaze called him, and he was standing on the moving bus before he realised what he was doing. His feet carried Roy forwards to Helen, and he knelt down beside her. "Studying?" he asked, seeing that she was reading from her Calculus textbook. Helen nodded, "I'd like a break though," she said. Her hand went dangerously to his groin, shielded from sight from the back and the side from the position of his body. "Not here," Roy said automatically, his heart beating heavily in his chest. Pam was sleeping less than four feet away, her head pressed against the window. On top of that they were surrounded by the rest of the team. Everything about the situation was dangerous, but Helen's persistent hand made it hard to say 'no'. "I saw a sign for a rest stop a few miles down the road, why don't we stop for a break?" Helen asked in a hushed voice. Her fingers traced the bulge forming in his pants. Roy's body stiffened at the contact, and glanced at his watch, it was nearly noon, as good a time as any for lunch. "Where?" he whispered, pretending to read from her book. "There's probably a quiet spot behind the building," she replied quietly. "Alright," Roy said. This was a bad idea. Everything about it was risky, and Roy knew he shouldn't go through with it. But he was like a junky, he needed his Helen fix, he needed to feel her touch, to bring her the release she craved. Those needs clouded his judgement. It was like he was intoxicated, and not fully in control of his actions. "You messed up that line," Roy said, pointing to her notebook. He made his voice a little extra loud. It was an excuse for his being there next to Helen instead of in his seat, just in case any curious observer had seen their exchange. Misdirection had become second nature to all of them over the past few months. Helen's hand returned to her book, steadying it as she looked down at it, looking for a mistake that wasn't there. She pretended to cross something out, "Thanks Mr. King," she said. "Not a problem," he said. He got up and went to talk to the bus driver; he agreed to stop at the spot Helen had mentioned. Roy turned around to make an announcement on the PA system. "Check, check," Roy said, hearing his voice come booming out over the speakers. "We can hear you," Janice called from the back, getting a few laughs from her teammates. His voice over the PA system startled most of the girl awake, the remaining were woken up by those beside them. Roy turned the volume down. "People back home could hear him," Chloe grumbled miserably, rubbing her sleepy eyes. "We're stopping for a quick lunch break in a few minutes, you'll have a half hour," he said over the PA. The girls opened up the overhead compartments as the driver pulled into the parking lot. The door opened and Roy stepped out, breathing in the fresh cold air of the January day. The sun shone brilliantly in the sky, reflected by the white carpet of snow. Pam stepped out after him, stretching her arms above her head, blinking blindly as her eyes adjusted to the light. Roy headed off before she could invite him to eat with her, going off in search for a suitable location for his and Helen's rendezvous. His search brought him to a shack on the far side of the parking lot behind the main building; it looked like it was used to store shovels and other maintenance equipment. The lock was broken and the double doors didn't close properly. When Roy entered he found that despite its shoddy construction it provided protection from the wind and was relatively clean. He supposed it would do. Roy peered out through the partially opened door, and saw Helen. She looked around, searching for him. "Here," he called. Helen turned and saw the source of the voice. She looked around furtively before making her way over to the shed. Roy swung the door open, and shut it quickly once she'd made it inside safely. "Hi," she said breathlessly. Roy kissed her, pinning her against the door to keep it shut. Helen groaned into his mouth, pulling his hips to hers, gyrating against him as their tongues searched each other's mouths. They didn't have long, someone was sure to notice their absence if they were gone for too great a duration. He would have liked to keep the kiss going but had other urges to satisfy. Roy peeled his lips from Helen's. "Turn around," he told her. Like Chloe, Helen had dressed for comfort rather than style. Roy pulled her black sweatpants down to the middle of her thighs, her creamy white skin standing out in stark contrast. A shudder of anticipation ran through Helen when she heard the zipper of Roy's fly being pulled down. The risk involved with what they were doing somehow made it even more exciting, knowing that at any moment they could be caught but that both of them were beyond caring was exhilarating. Roy pulled her panties down roughly, exposing her dripping sex to the air. The scent of her arousal filled the small space, mixing with the sweet scent of her perfume to create a heady musk. Roy pumped his cock in his fist to get it fully erect before pressing the head to her opening, groaning softly as he drove deep into her. Helen gasped at the intrusion, leaning forward further as he began to thrust into her. Without wasting any time Roy began to drive forcefully into Helen, her pussy stretching tightly around his shaft as he plunged deep inside of her. "Oh God," Helen gasped. For a moment Roy thought that she was about to reach her climax already, but then he saw her staring through the crack made by the doors of the shed. "What is it," he said, his cock still buried deep inside of her. "It's Chloe," Helen said. "What?" Roy leaned over her and peered between the doors and saw from across the parking lot that Chloe was leaning against the wall, looking as though she was waiting for something, or someone. She was quickly joined by a dark haired figure a touch shorter than Chloe. "That's Ashley," Helen said, her eyes widening. They were a fair distance off, but their vantage point allowed them to see the pair clearly. "What are they doing?" Roy asked softly. It looked like they were talking about something, but all Roy could make out were small snippets. The howling wind carried their voices away. "... afraid of..." he heard Chloe say. "I'm not ... like..." he heard Ashley reply. Roy got the sense that he and Helen were seeing something they weren't supposed to, but they were stuck. There was no way for them to leave without Chloe and Ashley seeing them. His shaft was still buried deep up in Helen, throbbing and in desperate need of release. Suddenly Ashley grabbed Chloe and forced her against the wall. "I'm not!" she yelled at Chloe. "Then why..." Chloe started to reply, but the rest trailed away. "We shouldn't be watching this," Helen said nervously, shifting in front of him. Roy's cock flexed inside of her, "We can't leave, they'll see us." Helen was about to reply when both of them got a shock. Ashley kissed Chloe, forcing her slender body against Chloe's curvaceous one. Roy's shaft jolted inside Helen, "Oh God." They watched Ashley and Chloe kiss, Helen pushed back against Roy, getting excited by the sight. The kiss they shared was violent, as if they were starving for each other. The wind tossed their hair around wildly, Chloe's red locks mingling with Ashley's black. There was little affection to the kiss, it was pure hunger for one another that fueled the inferno between them. "Fuck me," Helen said. Roy thrust into her, his eyes never leaving Chloe and Ashley. He saw Ashley's hand go beneath the waist band of Chloe's sweatpants, and saw Chloe break the kiss in a wide mouthed gasp. Their kiss resumed and Roy continued to drive his cock into Helen. Her gasps filled the small space, her pussy quivering around his shaft as he withdrew and plunged back into her tight channel. Chloe's hand had gone beneath Ashley's sweatpants, trapped between their two feminine bodies as the writhed against each other, Chloe against the wall and Ashley on the offensive. Chloe's mouth left Ashley's, and she began to kiss her neck while they fingered one another. The sight was incredible, two gorgeous teenage girls bringing each other off while the wind tossed their hair wildly around them. Ashley's mouth widened, and Roy thought he heard a deep throated groan though that may have been the wind. Helen stiffened beneath Roy, her pussy contracting around his cock. Roy saw Chloe pull Ashley tightly against her, thrusting her hips against the girl and felt himself explode. Helen trembled around him as he came, flooding her with his cum. It came out violently, filling her pussy with the sticky substance. Helen barely suppressed her groans of pleasure, staring transfixed at her teammates just across the parking lot. Roy thrust raggedly into her a few more times, his orgasm coming to an end. Chloe looked to be still riding out her own climax, her hand gripped at Ashley's back, holding the girl against her while she came. "Jesus," Helen gasped, staring wide-eyed. Her cheeks were flushed pink, a strand of hair clung to her forehead from her perspiration. Ashley pulled away from Chloe, they looked to exchange a few quick words and Ashley hurried off. Chloe stood for a moment, absently straightening her clothes. After a few short moments she disappeared around the side of the building. "That was..." Roy said. "Chloe never told me," Helen said, feeling betrayed. Roy was deeply confused, "But... with Ashley?" "Actually, it sort of makes sense," Helen said. The two began to fix their clothes. "How do you mean?" Roy asked. "Well, Ashley's been the worst for harassing me and Kayla out of anyone around school, I guess she's overcompensating. You know, trying to hide something she's ashamed in herself of by being extra aggressive towards people who are open about the thing she feels the need to keep hidden," Helen said. The two finished getting their clothing back in order and staggered their return to the restaurant. They didn't have time to order their food and eat, so Roy brought his food to the bus with him. Chloe had done the same, and when he sat next to her she smiled. "Long line up, huh?" she said, taking a bite out of a chicken finger. Roy tried not to give anything away, "Yeah," he replied, taking a bite out of his burger. Neither pressed the topic further. They continued to talk while they ate, and once again the subject of Roy's love life came up, but Roy skillfully turned it around on Chloe. "You keep asking me about the women I've dated, but I haven't heard anything about yours," Roy said, popping a fry into his mouth. Chloe blushed prettily, her eyes glancing almost imperceptibly two seats ahead of them on the right to where Ashley was sitting. "I don't date much," Chloe said simply. Roy pressed onward, "Surely you've had..." "I don't date," Chloe said. Roy realised he was upsetting her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." "It's alright," Chloe said with a sad smile. She fell quiet and the two stopped talking for a while. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, just reflective. Roy realised in some ways he and Chloe were very similar. Both were in relationships which the community they were a part of would find abnormal and immoral. Due to this they both had to hide their feelings for those they cared about in public, stealing short bursts of intimacy before once again resuming their public roles. "There's nothing wrong with you," Roy told her. "What?" Chloe asked. "Feeling like you do isn't strange. Love is the most natural emotion human beings can express, the gender of the person doesn't change that." Chloe nodded, "Thanks." They once again became quiet. Eventually they returned less personal conversation, settling on strategy for the upcoming tournament and the looming exam season. The rest of the drive was relatively quick, they arrived at the hotel shortly after 3 o'clock and the girls were given their keys and some free time to get settled in before they headed out for dinner as a team. Ashford was substantially larger than Riverside, and out of its district. This tournament wouldn't affect their standings at all, but he wanted to get the girls some genuine experience against their competition. Roy went to his room and found Chloe already there. Her duffle bag was zipped open and various articles of clothing were scattered across the bed nearest the window. She had the TV tuned to the news, and was arranging her electronics on the end table next to her bed. Roy put his bag next to his bed and plugged his phone in. He fell back into the bed, enjoying being free from the confined space of the bus. "I'm going to take a shower," Chloe said, producing a secondary bag from her duffle that contained her toiletries. "Alright," Roy said tiredly. Roy must have dozed off because the next thing he knew Chloe was back sitting on her bed, combing her long hair. He watched her, admiring how beautiful she was. She was barefoot, her toenails painted a deep blue color. Her fingernails were the same color, matching her eyes. Chloe was facing the TV, dressed in a fresh pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He watched her, curious. The strength she displayed on a day to day basis was extraordinary, to be so strong in the face of relentless hostility and remain a kind person was remarkable. Roy had known many cruel people when he'd lived in Hartford, and had occasionally been one himself. His misadventure that had led him to Wood Creek had changed everything, it had saved him. He'd been drowning and Helen had pulled him to the surface. Roy was eternally grateful to her for that, and was thankful that fate or luck had made his GPS malfunction. He wanted to be with them now, but Kayla was miles away and Helen was under the watch of her Aunt. The TV showed that it was shortly after 4 o'clock, which meant he had about an hour to get ready before the group went out for dinner. Roy stood and stretched, rolling his neck to get out the stiffness. He went into his bag to grab his stuff for a shower and headed to the bathroom. Surprisingly it wasn't a disaster area since Chloe had actually cleaned up after herself. He started the shower and went to his bag, finding that he'd forgotten his razor back with the rest of his stuff. Roy went to get it but when he opened the door he stopped. Chloe had taken the moment of privacy to get changed into her clothes for the evening. She was topless, facing away from him, and was reaching to pull down her sweatpants. Roy started to close the door but only got part way. Chloe's hips shifted and her pants came down, baring her tight ass and incredibly sexy legs to him. Roy knew he was spying and that he needed to stop, but he couldn't. Chloe's arms went above her head and she stretched languidly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her naked butt flexing and relaxing at each movement. She started to turn, and Roy got the briefest of glimpses of her very full breasts in profile before he hurriedly shut the door. He hoped the TV had drowned out the click of the door as it closed. The details of her body filled his mind; seared into his retinas were every curve of her body. The sides of her breasts leading into her narrow back, sloping down her slender waist and swelling at the hips perfectly into her well-toned and perfectly proportioned ass perched above legs toned by vigorous physical activity. He'd seen all that as she'd stretched her arms above her head, her chest thrust slightly forward and her bum slightly back, her back arching sensually until she'd finally relaxed. The angel/devil tattoo just below her right shoulder served to accentuate the beauty of her body, rather than mar it as tattoos occasionally did. Then she'd turned. It could have only been for a fraction of a second but he'd seen the side of her left breast, the perfect shape of the mound and the nipple that capped it in silhouette. More than that he'd seen her curves from the side, her flat stomach leading down to her groin, her long sexy legs flowing down to her feet, it had only been a short moment in time but the impact it had on him was profound. Coach King Ch. 08 Roy realised he'd become erect. He undid his jeans and his cock sprang out, jutting straight out from his body. He stared down at it guiltily, wishing he'd closed the door as soon as he'd seen Chloe was undressing. Roy chose to pretend he hadn't seen anything, to continue on as if everything was the same. She was just a student and a member of his team and he was just her teacher and coach. Nothing else needed to come of it, and nothing else could come of it. She wasn't interested in him, and he couldn't be interested in her. Even if she'd been interested nothing would have changed, Roy wasn't willing to risk losing what he had with Helen and Kayla. Maybe that's what love was, the ability to recognize beauty in others but having no wish to do anything with them lest you hurt the one (or in Roy's case two) you care for. Still erect but feeling less guilty Roy undressed and entered the shower, he'd shave later. Roy had hoped his hard-on would dissipate if he ignored it, but it remained. Roy resolved to do something he hadn't done for over six months: he was going to masturbate. He grasped his shaft, working his fist up and down. He concentrated on the sensation, not on any image or fantasy. A topless Helen swam into his mind, Good, Roy thought. Next Kayla, in his mind she was in the shower with him, bent over with her hands pressed against the wall. His fist moved more rapidly as he imagined penetrating her, driving deep up into her with a single thrust. She'd gasp, Kayla was a vocal lover, she always let him know when he'd done something she liked. He'd take her hard, fucking her senseless while her screams of ecstasy filled the bathroom. She'd look over her shoulder at him, her black hair forming to the shape of her scull at the water cascaded over them. Roy!, she'd cry, Mr. King!, she'd scream, Coach!, she'd wail. Suddenly the voice wasn't hers, it was Chloe's, coming through the other side of the door. Roy let loose, his cock erupting violently. Cum splattered against the wall of the shower, thick streams of semen flowing from deep inside his balls as he drained them. Roy stood breathless for a moment, his violent orgasm subsiding, the load he'd unleashed clinging stickily to the wall in front of him. There was another knock at the door, "Mr. King? Coach?" Chloe called through the door. Roy finally recovered enough to speak, "Yes," he called back. "Ms. Hall's at the door, she wants to talk to you," she told him. "Alright, just a second," Roy said. Roy hurriedly washed away the remnants of his orgasm from the wall, rinsed himself off and got out of the shower. A few moments later he was at the door, a towel wrapped around his waist, speaking to his boss/former lover. "Hi Pam," Roy said, holding up his towel. He didn't miss the quick sweep up and down torso Pam's eyes did before looking back up at him. "Hi, sorry I should've... Well anyway... We didn't pick the restaurant we're going to. The driver... I mean Tom... He suggested someone that looks... I mean some place that sounds good," Pam was uncharacteristically flustered, and was blushing prettily. Roy let her out of her misery, "Sounds good, I'll just finish getting ready." "Yes... Good... See you later," Pam said, hurrying off. What the hell was that! Pam chastised herself, Get a hold of yourself! Roy went back to the bathroom and finished his shower, then shaved and changed into his clothes for dinner. The place Tom had suggested was indeed very good, and dinner was a pleasant experience for everyone. When they got back to the hotel Roy sent the girls straight to their rooms with orders that none of them should be up past ten. Roy went to his room to find Helen sitting on Chloe's bed with Chloe, each with text books spread out over their crossed legs. "Shouldn't you be in your room?" Roy asked, playing the commanding coach rather than the indulgent lover. "Well, we just thought that we'd study together for a little while," Chloe replied, stepping in. Roy realised that she probably didn't want to have to hang out with her middle-aged teacher all night. "Alright, but Helen you need to be out of here by ten, okay?" Roy said, lying out on his bed. "You got it, coach," Helen replied. Roy spent the rest of the evening grading the final assignments for his classes and trying to come up with a way to get some time alone with Helen. He watched her surreptitiously as she sat perched at the foot of Chloe's bed, quizzing her on the material for their biology exam. Chloe was pretty much Helen's intellectual equal, though whereas Chloe edged her out on the volleyball court, Helen edged her out academically. She was wearing a pair of sweatpants similar to those that she'd worn earlier today and a pink tank top. With her hair tied back in a ponytail and chewing thoughtfully on the back of her pen Helen was pretty much the definition of a sexy coed. The clock reached the time Roy had specified and he sent Helen away, though he was half-hearted in his dismissal. He turned off his lamp and tried to fall asleep. Chloe stayed away for a while longer, silently reading from her textbook before she too turned off her lamp and tried to get to sleep. Roy had dozed off, dreamingly happily about Kayla and the shower, Helen had joined in now. Chloe was having trouble getting to sleep, she wasn't used to wearing sweat pants in bed, usually it was just panties but she didn't feel like that would be appropriate with Mr. King in the room. She couldn't get comfortable, she was too wound up by what had happened earlier that day. Ashley still wanted to hide how they felt about each other, and Chloe was beginning to get impatient. She wanted what Helen and Kayla had, and it was torture to see how happy they were in the open every day. The best she ever got were girl's like Ashley who were too ashamed of how they felt to be open about it, but still wanted the physical release that she could provide. Ashley had approached her the weekend before Thanksgiving, coming to her house under the pretense of needing help with their Computer Science project. Since then Ashley had approached her numerous times, the first time they'd kissed had been that day in November, and they'd gone way beyond that now. Chloe had been approached by a number of girls in a similar way; though usually the relationship lasted as long as it took for the girl to realise they weren't really into it. She had been seeing Ashley fairly regularly for nearly two months. Today had been the riskiest thing they'd ever done, and Chloe was still smoldering from it. She listened for signs that Mr. King was still awake, his breathing was steady and deep. Chloe rolled over onto her side, peering at him in the darkness. His eyes appeared to be closed, but she wasn't certain. "Coach," she said softly. He didn't respond, his chest rising and falling evenly. Chloe rolled back over to her other side, her mind racing and her heart fluttering in her chest. What if he wakes up? She asked herself, but was already pulling her sweatpants down. Chloe laid them out on the chair beside her bed and retreated back beneath the covers. She rested her head on the pillow, feeling more comfortable. Chloe waited for sleep that refused to come. She was too wound up, and she needed a release of some sort. Her hands went to her groin, her legs parting slightly to allow her access to her pussy. She bit her lower lip to keep silent as her fingers traced along the lips her pussy, her middle finger running along the crevice between her labia through her panties. Her thoughts turned to Ashley, imagining the beautiful dark haired girl between her legs, using her mouth to stimulate her clitoris while her fingers penetrated her opening. Chloe had to bite down on her knuckle to keep from crying out, frightened of waking Mr. King. Her hand went beneath her panties, her fingers working along the bare lips of her pussy as she got herself off. An involuntary groan escaped her, muffled by her hand. Roy had started to drift out of his dream, and was brought out of it by that sound. At first he thought he'd imagined it, but then he heard a shuffling sound from Chloe's direction. He tried to ignore it, knowing what she must be doing. His heart raced and his cock throbbed painfully beneath the covers. Not sure what to do, he lay there silently, waiting for her to finish. Roy imagined he could hear her fingers make an almost audible squelch as they buried themselves into her cunt; this thought made his already hard cock twitch beneath the covers. Chloe realised with dread that Ashley wasn't the dark haired girl she was fantasising about, it was her more petite cousin Kayla. Her fantasies always turned to one of her two female friends, and it always made her feel guilty. Tonight however she pushed past that, embracing the fantasy, imagining that somehow Helen would be okay with sharing Kayla, that there was no guilt only happiness and lust. Her dream-Kayla stared up at her, her mouth planted on Chloe's clit. Chloe worked her hand along her clit furiously, imagining it was Kayla's tongue. She was determined to cum quickly and try to fall asleep. Her orgasm came on in a rush, and she fought with every fibre of her being not to cry out. Roy saw Chloe's body stiffen, her hips gyrating uncontrollably as she writhed on the bed. A fait whining moan escaped her and he heard her let go of the breath she'd been holding. Her hunger sated Chloe felt sleep overcoming her. Roy saw her body relax and her breathing become even. As soon he was sure that she'd fallen asleep, Roy got out of bed and went to the washroom. He realised he'd been holding his own breath, it came out in a rush, and his heart hammered in his chest. Roy was panicking, how was he supposed to act? Obviously he should pretend he hadn't seen or heard anything, but how could he talk to Chloe in the same way after seeing something such a private part of her? He needed Helen, he needed Kayla. He needed to talk to someone. Roy crept back to his bed and grabbed his phone before retreating once more to the bathroom. He went to Helen's number and sent a short text message, not caring how risky his actions were. R: You awake? There was a brief delay, and then Helen's reply came. H: Yeah, can't sleep? R: I saw something I shouldn't have H: What happened? R: Can you get away? H: One sec Again a moment's pause. H: I'm in the hallway. R: Be right there. Roy left the bathroom, and nearly forgot his key to the room before he left. That wouldn't have been good. The hallway was silent, his footsteps absorbed by the carpet beneath his bare feet. He crept down the hallway, past the ice machine and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Helen. "What happened?" Helen asked. She was wearing a pair of pajama bottoms, a tank top and a pair of outrageously fluffy slippers. The way she looked at him was strange, but Roy was too worried about what had just happened to him to question it. "I... Well I was asleep, but then... I heard a noise. At first I just thought it was a part of this dream I was having, but then I realised it was Chloe," Roy said. Helen crossed her arms dangerously, "You dreamt about Chloe?" "No... Not like that," Roy said, backpedalling. "Then what?" "I caught her... masturbating," Roy barely said the word. Roy didn't get the reaction he'd expected, Helen bit her lower lip fighting in vain not to laugh at his predicament. Shaking her head as the usual fondness with which she looked at him returned to her face. "What did you do?" she asked, giggling. "Helen this is serious, what am I supposed to do?" Roy asked, his anxiety apparent. Helen adopted her best 'serious' face, "Yes, of course. Poor Roy, sharing a room with a horny lesbian teenager, what is he going to do?" Helen just then noticed the rather pronounced tent in Roy's sweatpants. "Wait, is that why you got me out of bed?" she asked, pointing at his groin. "Well, sort of," Roy said, he was hoping they might find a quiet place to sneak in a quicky. Helen cocked an eyebrow, "Is that what I am to you? Someone you can just summon to tend to your every whim?" What's with her? Roy thought to himself, Helen rarely got legitimately upset with him. Maybe something else was bothering her. "What? No! No, of course not! I just... Well I thought you'd..." "I'm not always horny Roy, I got out of bed because I thought something bad had happened," she said. She turned to walk away. "Helen, where are you going?" Roy hissed, trying to keep the conversation quiet. "Go back to bed Roy, we've got a game tomorrow remember?" she said teasingly. "But what about..." "Take care of it yourself," Helen suggested. "I already did that," Roy said. Helen turned, a confused look on her face, "What are you talking about? Look at that thing," she said, pointing at the tent in his pants. "Not this one, the one from when I caught her..." Roy stopped talking, trying to save himself from making a mistake. "From when you caught her what?" Helen said, dangerously. Now she was getting quite upset. It seemed strange that she would get jealous from Roy being attracted to another woman when he regularly had sex with her girlfriend. Though that had been sanctioned by her, in fact she had initiated it. Roy adopted a consoling tone, "Listen, it didn't mean anything. I just saw her changing for a second, I closed the door right away," he said. "And then jerked off immediately afterward?" "Yes, but thinking about Kayla, not her, never her," Roy assured Helen. Helen rolled her eyes, "Goodnight Roy." "Helen, please, I won't be able to sleep," Roy said desperately. Helen stopped. "Alright, but I want something," she said. "Anything," Roy said, ready to do anything. "When we get back home you have to take me and Kayla on a proper date," Helen said. Roy's heart sank, "Helen, we can't do that. I'd like to but if someone saw us..." "We'll go out of town," she said. "It's still risky," Roy said. Helen stared at him. Roy sighed, "Alright." Helen smiled, hopped towards him and hugged him, "It'll be fun, don't worry." That wasn't what he was worried about. Helen beckoned Roy to follow her, and he was powerless to resist. Her mood had changed almost immediately. Women, Roy thought to himself as she led him down the hallway to the stairs, and then down a number of flights before reaching the basement. From there she led him deeper into the bowels of the hotel until they came across a closet containing extra linins and towels. Helen pulled him inside with her and shut the door. There wasn't enough room in the tiny space for them to stand without pressing against one another. "Private enough?" she asked. "How'd you find this place?" he asked. "Went exploring as soon as we got here," Helen said offhandedly. Roy got the impression she'd known that something like this was going to happen, or had been hoping. His erection jutted out from his body lewdly, jabbing Helen in the stomach. Helen wrapped her arms around Roy, standing on her tippy toes to kiss him. Roy's hand went between them, sliding along her flat stomach, and the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Helen groaned into his mouth at the contact, forcing her hips forward against him. Roy's other hand yanked frantically at her pants, trying to get them off of her. Helen reached down to help him, and with some wiggling managed to get them down to her knees. She spread her legs wider for him, giving his hand at her pussy more room to roam. Helen kicked off one of her slippers, letting her free one leg from its entanglement with her pajamas. Her leg wrapped around him, pushing his hand even more firmly against her pussy, crying out into his mouth when two of his fingers slipped up into her. Helen reached between them and massaged the bulge created by his erection, squeezing his shaft through his sweatpants. Roy impatiently hauled them down his legs, and pinned Helen against the back wall of the closet. He lifted her leg, effectively folding her in half as he kissed her. His fingers worked her pussy rapidly, nearly bringing Helen to an orgasm before they retreated, only to be replaced by his cock. "Oh God, yes!" Helen gasped. With one powerful motion Roy drove his entire length up into Helen's tight cunt. The suddenness and the ferocity of the act sent Helen to the edge. Roy withdrew, feeling her pussy fight against the movement, greedily attempting to keep his cock buried inside of her. He lurched his hips upward, his shaft burrowing once more into her tight channel. Helen had been riding a precipice and finally toppled, her orgasm crashing over her in a violent series of spasms and guttural moans. Her body quivered against his, convulsions went through her pussy, flexing around his rod while she came. Helen's chest heaved against his as she recovered from her climax, her rock hard nipples burrowing into his chest. Her body relaxed enough that Roy was comfortable to resume thrusting into her. He gripped her ass tightly and lunged forward, his cock sliding easily up into her soaked cunt. Helen began to breathe words of encouragement into his ear, telling him how hot he made her, how good he felt up inside her, how much she wanted his cum. Her urging spurred him on, his balls growing tight as he felt them ready to fire at any second. "Do it Roy, cum for me," Helen moaned. After a couple more thrusts he did. Roy's hips pinned Helen tightly against the wall, the foot supporting her going on tip toes as he ground himself against her pubic bone. Her calf flexed as tight as Roy's ass as he began to unleash a deluge of semen into her womb. Spurt after spurt came forth, splattering her insides with thick cum. "Oh God, Helen," Roy shuddered. His orgasm continued, his cock flexing inside of her tightly stretched channel as he pumped his seed deep into her. Finally he came down, and the stream of semen slowed to a stop. The two breathed heavily against each other. Roy let Helen's leg go, and he stepped back, pulling his sweatpants back over himself. "You're incredible," he told Helen. Helen smiled at him, "Remember our deal?" Roy frowned, "Can't you ask for something else?" "No." Worth a shot, Roy thought to himself. Coach King Ch. 08 A crunch of snow and youthful laughter announced the arrival of the girls, and Roy opened the door before they'd even knocked. The two had become masters at evading their parents, though the task was fairly simple with Helen's mother out of the house most of the time. The only risk was that Alison would come home unexpectedly during the weekend and wonder where her daughter was, fortunately she'd just call Helen on her cell phone and from there she'd be able to come up with some sort of cover story. The girls each had a duffle bag slung over their shoulder, their bulkiness suggesting fun in Roy's future. The two removed their jackets and pulled off their winter boots, snow from the blizzard outside blanketing the mat in the entranceway. "Hello Roy," Kayla said brightly, kissing Roy on his right cheek. "Hello," he said as Helen kissed left. Helen was being quiet, and Roy got the sense she was nervous about something. Roy guessed that whatever it was had something to do with those duffle bags and Kayla's chipper mood. They're up to something, he told himself. He watched Kayla pirouette into his living room, signalling Helen to join her. The two of them went to his collection of CD's, and selected one to play. Michael Jackson's Billy Jean came on, and Kayla automatically started dancing. She did a perfect spin, encouraging Helen to join her. It must have been a mix disc Lorie had made at some point that had gotten swept up with his stuff, Roy generally stuck to rock music. Kayla was clearly the superior dancer, but the two were laughing so much dancing to the 'retro' music that ability didn't matter much. Pump up the Jam by Technotronic came on next, causing Helen and Kayla to laugh and watch as Roy decided to join in. To put it mildly, Roy and Helen weren't good dancers, but Kayla more than made up for them. Helen and Roy stood together, making silly faces and flailing her arms around. Kayla must have learned the moves somewhere, and literally danced circles around them, somehow making the silly looking steps work. Roy went to change the CD, putting one of his discs in the tray. The break gave Kayla the opportunity to go get a chair from the kitchen, for reasons Roy could only guess. When Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar on Me came on, Roy knew he was in for a treat. Kayla had Helen and Roy sit on the couch. Her hips began to sway slowly, moving in time to the music. She leaned forward, grasping the arms of the chair in front of her, her perfectly formed ass inches away from Roy's face. It swayed side to side, Roy's eyes locked on her butt, tightly wrapped in her skin-tight blue jeans. She turned, facing them and unzipping her hoody which she tossed to Helen with a grin so sexy Roy forgot how to breathe for a moment. She leaned back, supporting her weight on the chair as she gyrated her hips sexily up and down. Her t-shirt rode up enough that the lower part of her abdomen came into view, her muscles flexing sexily as she writhed in front of the two of them. Helen could feel herself growing warm from watching Kayla dance for them, a familiar tingling starting between her thighs. This hadn't been a part of their original plan for the evening, but sitting there now Helen felt like it should have been. Kayla moved effortlessly, every movement made sexual and filled with longing, the control she displayed of her body was incredible. Her balance, her flexibility, her strength, all of it culminated in one of the most incredibly erotic sights that Roy had ever seen. Kayla spun the chair around and pushed it away, and flowed into a movement that brought her hands to the hem of her shirt. Helen gave a sexy little moan as Kayla pulled her shirt over her head, and squeezed Roy's thigh tightly when Kayla reached to undo her pants. Kayla was wearing a lacy black bra, not really lingerie but on her it was incredibly sexy. Roy groaned softly in disappointment when Kayla changed her mind about her pants, his displeasure evaporated when she sashayed towards them. There was a wild glint in her eyes, as if she couldn't really believe what she was doing. It was empowering to feel these two gaze at her, wanting her desperately, their lust for her clear on their faces. The music switched to another song, but Roy was too caught up in Kayla's dance to really notice. She finally reached them, and wasted no time in straddling Roy's lap. Her hands went to the back of the couch behind him, her perky breasts filling his vision, restrained by her bra. She spun in his lap, and stood in front of him, swaying her hips as she'd done before. Once again she leaned forward, her ass coming a hair's breadth away from his face, and Roy reached up to pull away her jeans. Kayla smacked his hand and waved her finger in a scolding manner. "Not yet," she said. She turned and faced Helen, giving her the same treatment she'd given Roy. Helen didn't make the same mistake Roy had and Kayla took it as step further with Helen. She straddled her hips, and pulled Helen's hands up, pinning them against the wall. Her lips went down and made contact with her girlfriends. Helen groaned pleasurably, and Roy nearly came in his pants as Kayla used one hand to secure Helen's hands and the other to grope the growing erection in his jeans. Kayla seemed to forget the music now, and her lips went to Helen's neck, keeping her hands pinned on the wall behind the couch. Kayla's clever hand found Roy's zipper and she managed to undo his fly without looking. Helen was going wild under Kayla, writhing beneath her, trying to force their bodies together. Kayla's roaming hand eventually found Roy's semi-erect cock, she drew it out into the open and began to massage it to life. Helen managed to wiggle out of Kayla's grasp and she pulled the dark haired girls mouth back to hers, the two resuming their kiss. The music continued to play in the background as things grew more heated. Kayla pulled Helen's shirt over her head, and began to traverse down the luscious curves of her body. Roy sat back and watched as Kayla undid the fly of Helen's jeans and pulled them down her legs and left a trail of wet kisses along her taut stomach. His cock stood rigid, jutting out from the fold of his boxer shorts. Kayla's tongue trailed up along Helen's labia, causing her to squirm pleasurably on the sofa. Roy rose from the couch and got in behind Kayla, she hummed happily when she felt his hands reach around her from behind and undo her pants. He pulled them down along with her panties, exposing her sex to him. Roy reached down and worked his fingers along her slit, causing Kayla to moan appreciatively. The vibration caused by Kayla's moan caused Helen's writhing to become more intense, her legs wrapped around Kayla's shoulders flexed tightly. Finding Kayla ready, Roy positioned himself behind her and pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. Kayla cried out as Roy penetrated her, her voice muffled against Helen's pussy. Despite being with her for a number of months, Roy had to be careful to treat Kayla gently until her body became accustomed to having him inside of her. Never in the doldrums of his former marriage would Roy have imagined he'd be a part of something like this, something so entirely perfect, so utterly and completely exquisite. It wasn't just that these young women were incredibly gorgeous; it was that the three of them loved one another. Their relationship went beyond sex; there was an emotional bond to one another that made everything they did beautiful. Helen's head lolled back against the headrest, her fingers tangling in Kayla's lustrous black hair. Roy was behind the kneeling Kayla, whose tongue worked feverishly to bring Helen to climax. He withdrew his shaft and drove it back up into Kayla's channel, her pussy gripping his cock tightly as he began to slowly fuck her. Roy took her slowly, driving into her with measured strength. Kayla showed no restraint with her cunnilingus and Helen hit her first orgasm, her legs wrapping tightly around Kayla's head as she came violently on top of the couch. Her stomach flexed and relaxed as her chest heaved, her face and neck growing flush in arousal as her climax washed over her, casting her in a euphoric glow. Roy buried his shaft inside of Kayla and held it there, waiting until her breathing wasn't being restricted by Helen before he continued. Helen's legs relaxed and Kayla surfaced, her face coated in Helen's juices and a broad grin on her face. "I want to do it now," Kayla said, looking up at Helen with lust filled eyes. Helen looked nervous, "Are you sure?" Kayla nodded. Roy looked at the two of them confused, his erection throbbing impatiently inside of Kayla. Helen eyes turned to Roy, "You go upstairs. We'll meet up with you in a bit." "But..." Roy began. "Don't argue," Helen said. Roy rolled his eyes and withdrew from Kayla. He wasn't used to having to wait. Usually the girls were just as wound up as he was by the end of the week and were more than ready to jump his bones the second they came through the door. But he wasn't stupid enough to argue with them, so he did as Helen said and went up to his bedroom. "Are you sure?" Roy called from the top of the stairs. Helen was rummaging through her duffle bag, "Yes!" she shouted back. Roy went grumbling to his room, falling back into his bed. What are they up to? He strained his hearing, and could hear muffled voices. His eyes widened when he heard a familiar cry. That was Kayla, he was sure of it. He heard more talking, unable to make out the words. Helen seemed to be saying words of encouragement. What the hell? Roy wondered, his unsatisfied erection stood proudly towards the ceiling, able to hear his heart beat as he hardly breathed, trying to make out what was going on below him. "Does that feel alright?" Helen asked, staring at Kayla's prone form. Kayla panted, "Yes." Helen pushed another inch of the dildo into Kayla's rectum, watching in awe as it stretched her sphincter. They'd been experimenting with toys in this way since Christmas when the idea had first formed in Kayla's mind. Helen had yet to try it, but Kayla insisted it felt amazing. For her birthday, she wanted Roy to take her anal virginity, but not before Helen carefully prepped her. She'd applied copious amounts of lube to her fingers, slowly working it into her before they'd even tried the dildo. They'd learned from experience that taking it slow was the key to success in this. "Roy's bigger than this, are you sure..." "Yes," Kayla gasped, spreading her ass cheeks wide as her girlfriend pushed more of the dildo into her. "It might hurt," Helen said. "I want it," Kayla replied. Helen pushed the rest of the toy in, nearly causing Kayla to cum right then. The two had stripped down completely, their naked bodies illuminated by the lamp on the end table. Kayla's anus glistened from the lube, the purple toy stretching her impossibly tight rectum. Just imagining Roy's cock inside of her like this was nearly enough to make her cum. Helen held the dildo inside of her before pulling part of it out. Kayla cried out when her girlfriend buried the toy inside of her once more. "It's okay, just relax," Helen said. "I'm fine," Kayla insisted, her brow brimmed with sweat even though it was cool in the living room. The thought that Roy was upstairs, waiting for her, waiting to fuck her ass while the taste of Helen's pussy was still fresh in her mouth, was incredible. Imagining that it was his cock, not the lifeless plastic entering her made her shudder with excitement. Helen was insistent but gentle in her motions, not wanting to hurt Kayla. Before long Kayla couldn't wait any longer, she needed to have Roy inside of her. "I'm ready," Kayla said. Helen looked nervous, "Are you sure?" Kayla nodded. Helen withdrew the dildo, the lube covered toy exited Kayla's sphincter and was set aside. Kayla exhaled unevenly, her heart racing. Both girls were entirely naked now, and Helen grabbed her duffle bag, fishing inside for a box of condoms. It had been strange buying them, everyone in town believed them to be lesbians so they'd had to go a few towns over lest awkward questions were asked. They left the living room, Kayla in the lead. Roy's cock had begun to deflate, and was starting to get a little bored waiting. He stared up at the ceiling. The girls had become quiet a few moments earlier, Kayla's moans and Helen's gentle assurances no longer drifting teasingly up the stairs. He heard the creek of the stairs and his heart began to beat fast in his chest. Roy wasn't sure why he was so excited, he'd been with both of them before, but something about today felt different. Kayla had a skittishness and excitement about her that he'd only seen once previously: the day they'd first made love. Helen entered the room alone and she moved furtively to the bed, climbing in beside him. Without speaking she began to kiss him, seemingly searching for reassurance. His body responded to her familiar touch almost immediately, his flagging erection beginning to grow stiff once more. They kissed for a few moments, Helen seeming to be searching for something in Roy. It took a while for him to realise she was holding something, and a little longer for him to realise that the square packet was a condom. "What's that for?" Roy asked, he'd never worn one with them before, he couldn't get them pregnant and none of them had any STD's. Helen bit her lip nervously, a charmingly sexy yet vulnerable expression. "Kayla wants to do something with you, something different from what we usually do," she explained. Roy looked down at the little packet, its significance finally registering. Naturally he knew about Kayla's enjoyment of having her ass fondled, spanked, even toyed with, but this was a big step. He'd only had anal sex with his ex-wife Lorie, and it hadn't been a particularly enjoyable experience for either of them; more of a last ditch effort to re-ignite their extinguished sex life. "Where is she?" Roy asked. "Out in the hall, I wanted to lay out a few ground rules," Helen told him. Roy nodded, signalling her to continue. "First, if it hurts her you stop. I don't care if she says she wants you to keep going, you stop and we'll try again later," she said. It was clear Helen didn't like this idea, and that she was only going along with it because she cared about Kayla so much and wanted to make her happy. Roy nodded his agreement. "Second, you wear the condom. She'll probably want you to take it off, but it stays on until I take it off," she said. Roy understood why. The condom would do two things, first the extra lubrication would make the entire process easier, and second it would make cleanup afterwards less messy. Though Helen was probably thinking more about the first part rather than the second. "Okay," Roy said, brushing her hair aside affectionately. Helen smiled for the first time since she'd entered the room, finding comfort in his caress. She made her way down to his cock, taking it into her mouth to help it return to a full erection. Then she tore the packet open and sheathed his cock in latex. Roy hadn't worn a condom in years, not since his vasectomy. He didn't find it particularly annoying, just a little unusual. Helen worked her fist up and down, making sure it was on right and then left the bed, coming around to the side she leaned down to kiss him. "I'm going to leave you two to it, I think it'll be easier for her if it's just you and her," Helen said. Roy saw that it hurt her somewhat little to do this, to be excluded from something. However, she was right. It was inevitable that Kayla would experience some pain doing this, and if Helen were in the room she'd make them stop before they'd even had an opportunity to give it a real try. She cared about her too much to see her in pain, even if it ultimately led to her feeling pleasure. Roy knew it made Helen uneasy when he spanked Kayla, even relatively gently, and had mostly avoided doing it while she was around. Seeing her girlfriend taking a cock up the rectum for the first time was sure to be too much for Helen. Helen left the room, the entire exchange lasting only a few minutes. Roy saw them share a few hushed words at the doorway, and they kissed lovingly before Kayla approached Roy on the bed. His cock was throbbing, the prospect of taking Kayla's anal virginity was almost overwhelming. Overall Kayla was gorgeous, but her best feature was undoubtedly her perfectly formed posterior. Kayla got into bed with Roy, crawling on top of him, laying her body over his. Her small breasts pressed into his chest, her grey eyes staring down into his, smouldering. "Hi," she said softly, grinning. "Hello," Roy replied. The two kissed, Kayla's body pressing into his, her tongue dancing sensually around his. Kissing Kayla was different than Helen. Helen was softer, more compliant, cooperative and welcoming. Kayla was aggressive, always trying to dominate, wild and untamed. Both were incredible, especially now that Roy had grown comfortable with the differences between the two. Kayla pulled away, "Helen told you what I want for my birthday?" Roy laughed, "She didn't come right out and say it, but I figured it out." "How do we start?" she asked, letting him take the lead. "Roll over," he said. Kayla did as he said, and Roy got in behind her, elevating her rear end with a pillow. Roy stared down at Kayla's bum; it was in Roy's estimation the epitome of a sexy ass. It was small, round, and incredibly tight. The cleft between her cheeks was an incredibly sexy cleavage of ass-flesh, inviting and sensual. Just above it were two delightful little dimples on either side of her lower spine. Kayla shifted under him, her buns flexing ever so slightly. It was an invitation if ever he'd seen one. Roy reached down and gripped either cheek in his large hands, squeezing her firm flesh tightly, causing it to dimple where his fingertips pressed. Kayla moaned softly as he began to massage her ass, relaxing under his touch. Roy wanted to make sure she was completely at ease before they tried anything. He pulled her fleshy cheeks apart, and judging by the glistening of her little rosebud anus Roy knew what Helen and Kayla had been up to downstairs. This knowledge made him accelerate the process. With a slightly trembling hand Roy gripped his pulsating shaft and pressed his latex covered cockhead against her rosebud. Kayla gripped the sheets in front of her tightly, bracing herself for his penetration. It was never going to work with her tensed up like she was, so Roy decided to play a little trick on her. "Kayla?" "Yes?" she asked, her voice thick with lust. "Last semester in my office you told me about a Japanese TV show, do you remember what it was called?" he asked. Kayla blinked in confusion, "Do you mean 'Fu-' --uucck!" Roy pushed forward, and watched as the tip of his cock entered her, sliding inside an inch before she tightened up again. Kayla lay panting, her mouth agape, her hands balled up tightly in the sheets. Roy stroked her hair soothingly, and began gently massaging her back as she became used to the intrusion. To say she was tight was an understatement. Her ring clung to his cock in a vice-like grip, not letting him pull out but not letting him push forward either. Roy stayed like this for a few long moments, crouched behind her, the head of his cock inside the best ass he'd ever seen. "Relax Kayla," he said soothingly. She took a ragged breath, and Roy felt her loosen up slightly. Taking the opportunity he pushed forward, firmly enough to penetrate but not so hard that he'd hurt her. The lube helped make the passage easier, and the condom helped further. Still Kayla cried out sharply, equal measures pain and pleasure. Roy stopped moving immediately. Coach King Ch. 08 "Just shove it in," Kayla said desperately, pushing herself back against Roy. A few more inches of his shaft burrowed inside of her before he pushed her back down against the bed with the hand not holding her cheeks apart. "Relax, we have lots of time," Roy told her firmly. His heart was racing, he was nearly half way inside of her. Roy could feel her pulse through the walls of her channel, out of synch with the hammering of his own heart. They stayed like this for a long time, long enough for Kayla to relax her inner muscles without even realising it. In a surprise attack, Roy lunged forward, burying more of his shaft inside of her. "Ahhh!" Kayla cried out, this time all pleasure. "Almost there, only a few more inches left," Roy told her. Kayla breathed heavily under him, sweat beading on her forehead, her eyes glazed and clouded with lust. Having him inside of her was incredible, his pulsating shaft rammed up inside her ass. She could feel every vein and ridge, even through the condom she could feel the virile energy that coursed through Roy. She wanted to feel him cum, to feel his seed pour out from him and plant itself deep inside her bowels. Roy had relaxed his hold of her, and in a sudden motion she thrust herself back against him, burying the last of his cock inside of her. Kayla gave a cry so full of lust that Roy doubted he'd ever heard something more depraved, it was animalistic and carnal, deep and yet somehow incredibly arousing and perfectly feminine. Roy felt her channel somehow become tighter, and she began to writhe beneath him. Her orgasm hit her hard, her body spasmed against his, her cry going on and on until she ran out of breath. Her grey eyes became unfocused, and her vision blurred. A moment later Kayla awoke, realising she'd passed out. "Oh my God," Kayla said, elation rushing though her, her heart fluttering in her chest. It was all Roy could do not to cum right then and there. "That's all of it right?" Kayla asked nervously, she didn't think she could take any more, there was absolutely no room left. "I... yes, it's all in," Roy said, staring down at the vision in front of him, his brain barely able to accept what his eyes were telling it. Her firm buns were spread, her tight sphincter wrapped tightly around the object intruding into her bowels, lube glistening along the cleft between her ass cheeks. Roy didn't know if he should move or not, it seemed impossible that they'd managed to get his cock inside of her, let alone actually fuck her in this way. Kayla took deep calming breaths, and let them out slowly. Roy massaged her ass gently, squeezing and spreading her buns while his cock was buried entirely up inside of her. He felt her muscles relax around him, and he decided to take the opportunity. Going very slowly, he withdrew his shaft partially and re-entered her. Kayla groaned pleasurably, encouraging Roy to increase the pace. He thrust into her, his balls colliding with her ass as he bottomed out inside of her. Without Helen using the toy on her earlier, Kayla didn't know how Roy's cock would have ever gotten inside of her. Her body was growing accustomed to having him inside of her, and Roy was actually able to build a rhythm. Half of his cock left her, and was shoved back in. The tightness was incredible, unlike anything Roy had ever experienced before. For Kayla it was the ultimate fantasy fulfilled, she'd now given Roy everything she had, offered herself to him in every way and was reveling in the feeling of completeness she felt. It felt good having him take her like this, with her on her stomach fully exposed and completely vulnerable. She trusted him so completely, loved him desperately, and he had never failed her. Now she wanted the last part of her fantasy fulfilled. "Take off the condom," Kayla gasped. Roy stopped moving, "No." Kayla looked over her shoulder, imploring him with her eyes. Roy faltered, but then remembered Helen's rules. "No," he said again. "Why not?" Kayla asked. "Helen said not to," Roy said. Kayla frowned, "Take it out." "What?" Roy asked, he was incredibly close to climax, his chest was heaving, his face flushed and covered in sweat. "Pull out," she demanded impatiently. "Right now?" he asked incredulously. "Yes, now Roy." Roy did as he said, not understanding what was happening. His cock came out, and Roy watched as her stretched sphincter re-closed. It was one of the most incredible sights he'd ever seen, but Kayla rolled out from under him before he could really enjoy it. Before Roy could say another word, Kayla was at his bedroom door. She left through it, leaving him with a raging erection and a bad case of blue balls. Kayla found Helen sitting less than a foot from the bedroom door. "What's wrong with you?" Kayla asked sharply. Helen looked up at her, "What are you talking about?" "Why did you tell Roy to keep the condom on?" "Because it'll hurt you without it," Helen said. Kayla glared at Helen, "I don't tell you what you can and can't do with Roy, you have no right setting 'rules' for stuff that's just between him and me." "But, I was just looking out for you," Helen replied defensively. "No, you were meddling. You don't like it that I'm doing something with Roy that you aren't ready for. You're getting competitive about this," Kayla said. Helen bristled, "You're the one taking it up the ass so he'll like you more than me." She regretted the remark the second she saw the look on Kayla's face. "You know that isn't true. Don't try and make me out as somebody who's desperate, you know he loves both of us equally," Kayla said. Helen nodded guiltily, ashamed of herself for even suggesting otherwise. "Listen, it's okay that you aren't ready for this yet. Maybe you never will be, but you don't have to worry that Roy will stop loving you because of it. He's totally crazy about you, you have nothing to be concerned about," Kayla said, her tone softening. "I'm sorry," Helen said. Kayla knelt down and hugged Helen. "I keep doing stupid things," Helen said, thinking of Chloe a few months earlier. Kayla laughed, "I've been messing up since elementary school; I guess it's your turn for a change." "I'm sorry," Helen said again. The two kissed gently. Kayla smiled at Helen, "Now, go tell Roy to take the condom off and finish off what we started before he has a stroke. You should have seen his face when I told him to pull out." Helen laughed. Roy laid back on his bed, able to hear snippets of the conversation. The door opened again and the two entered, Helen walking sheepishly behind Kayla. "Helen says you can take the condom off," Kayla told him. "Are you sure?" Roy asked, looking to Helen for confirmation. Helen nodded. Roy ripped off the latex sheath and let Kayla return to her former position. Helen looked unsure of what she should be doing. She turned to leave but Kayla stopped her. "Could you stay?" Kayla asked. Helen looked happy to be included, and hopped into the bed beside Kayla. She watched wide-eyed as Roy pushed his way back into Kayla's freshly stretched asshole. The process was much easier this time, and he made it inside with significantly less difficulty than the time before. Kayla was now very well lubricated, making it far easier for Roy to establish a steady, albeit slow, rhythm. Having Helen there felt natural, like everything was as it should be. She didn't have much to do except watch, but that was fine for now. Roy drove into Kayla, teetering on the verge of climax like a poorly stacked domino. It was going to be a big load, he'd been forced to stop twice today after coming close to the edge and had a week's worth of cum stored up. Roy didn't last long this time, though it was enough to get Kayla close to another orgasm of her own. Helen moved in behind Roy, reaching between his legs to his dangling balls. Roy moaned at the sudden contact, and finally went off. Kayla gritted her teeth and she felt Roy's cock swell inside of her, his naked cock about to erupt deep inside her ass. She felt the first shot, then a second pulse sending another shortly after it. Roy growled deeply as he came, thrusting raggedly into her ass. His cum flowed freely into her rectum as he emptied his balls into her bowls. Kayla came around his cock, her ass flexing tightly around his shaft as he sprayed her insides with his seed. Helen's hand massaged Roy's balls, encouraging him to spew every last drop of cum he had into her girlfriend's ass. Roy's climax outlasted Kayla's, despite beginning before hers. His cock continued to pulse inside of her long after he'd run out of cum until finally he slumped over top of her, utterly spent. Helen looked at the two of them. Roy's cock was still lodged inside of Kayla's rectum, cum oozing out from her tightly stretched sphincter as his erection began to subside. He eventually rolled away from Kayla, sprawling out on his back utterly spent. Kayla lay on the bed exhausted, her ass still raised in the air by the pillow. Helen drew herself up alongside Kayla, brushing her hair aside and kissing her neck softly. "How was it?" Helen asked. "I've never been so happy," Kayla replied. Finally, after months of waiting, after all the preparation, all the fantasizing, it had finally happened. Kayla kissed Helen and the two made out happily while Roy rested, reeling from the orgasm he'd just experienced. Helen helped Kayla out of bed, and they went to the shower. They returned, all cleaned and ready for another round. Roy was still in need of recuperation so the girls took it upon themselves to sate their hunger. Kayla got on top of Helen, pressing her lips against her neck, inhaling her sweet scent as she kissed her warm flesh. Helen gasped, and Kayla kissed lower along her clavicle. Her mouth came around, pressing against the hollow of Helen's neck before continuing downward. Kayla smiled up at Helen as she went, her eyes were burning with happiness, her smile one of pure joy. Her hands went to Helen's breasts, taking one in either hand. Helen moaned when Kayla took the stiff nipple of her right breast into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the hardening bud. Her mouth went to the other breast, suckling at Helen's teat while her left hand massaged her right tit. Kayla kissed between the two heaving mounds of flesh before continuing her journey downward. Her body slid along Helen's, their soft skin sliding against each other smoothly as Kayla fluttered kisses along Helen's twitching abdomen playfully. A smile formed on her lips as she reached her girlfriends pubic mound, kissing her inner thighs and the outer lips of her pussy. Helen cried out when Kayla buried her face against her crotch, her tongue plunging up into her. Kayla massaged both of Helen's breasts simultaneously as she began to eat her out ravenously. She really was on fire today, the dancing, the anal, and now this. Helen had difficulty imagining a girl more exciting than Kayla. She cried out loudly, her hands going to be back of Kayla's head as she brought her devilish tongue to Helen's clit, swirling it around the engorged bud while she rolled Helen's nipples between her fingers. Roy heard the girls but was too busy staring up at the ceiling happily to move, basking in the feeling of contentment Kayla had brought him. Helen cried out, and he felt her hand grip his arm tightly as she began to thrash on the bed, Kayla's head still buried up between her legs. Suddenly Roy came back to Earth, just in time to watch as Helen's back arched, her chest thrusting upward and a moan of pleasure escaping from her agape mouth. Her stomach twisted and torqued, and Kayla valiantly attempted to keep Helen from suffocating her as her orgasm worked its way through her curvaceous body. Kayla came up gasping for air, her mouth and chin glistening with Helen's juices and her saliva. Roy started to sit up but Kayla pounced on him, shoving him back down on the bed. She planted her lips on his, their tongues swirled together and the familiar flavor of Helen's pussy entered Roy's mouth. They kissed hungrily, Kayla full of gratitude for the gift Roy had given her, Roy full of happiness for having these young women in his life. Helen began to come down from her climax and saw what Kayla and Roy were up to, and joined in. They shared a three-way kiss, Helen's mouth going to Roy's neck while the two continued to make out. They switched positions, Kayla's lips going to Roy's throat while Helen took over kissing him. They did this for a long time, enjoying the press of their bodies against one another, tasting one another's mouths as they kissed. Helen and Kayla lips came together finally, and the two withdrew, Helen clambering over Roy and on top of Kayla. "Go get cleaned up," Helen told Roy before turning her attention back to her girlfriend. Roy got up and did as she said, leaving Helen to keep Kayla purring while he was gone. He turned on the shower, and hopped in. He soaped up quickly and rinsed himself off, paying particular attention to his cock which had been rammed up Kayla's colon not so long ago. Roy decided to give himself a little extra time to recover and re-shaved before returning to the bedroom. Helen now had her head between Kayla's legs and the little dancer looked to be close to yet another climax. Her legs wrapped around Helen's shoulders, pulling her girlfriend's mouth more firmly to her mound. Roy approached Helen from behind, Kayla smiled at him as she saw him approach. He joined her on the bed and brought his lips to her. He swallowed her moans as Helen ate her out, her right hand gripped the back of Roy's head tightly, the left's fingers raked through Helen's thick hair. Roy's right hand went to Kayla's left breast, squeezing and fondling the round tit while he kissed her. He toyed with her erect nipple, causing her moans become more and more frantic. Kayla's mouth left his as her orgasm rippled through her, her moan cast out into the room unrestrained. Her body shook and trembled, her legs flexing around Helen's shoulders as ecstasy washed over her. Kayla's limbs relaxed and Helen came back up, kissing Kayla's stomach and each breast as she drew herself back up on top of her. She pulled Roy into a kiss, pressing on his shoulder gently to have him roll over onto his back. Helen straddled his body and kissed him savagely, her need apparent. She'd had Kayla but now she needed Roy. They took their time, there was no hurry. They kissed playfully, their hands ran along one another familiarly, and they whispered little comments to each other. Helen inhaled deeply, "You smell nice." "You do too," Roy said. Helen giggled, "We used your body wash." "Not so bad is it?" he said laughing softly. She smiled, "I guess not." Helen's eyes widened and she squealed happily as Roy rolled them over. The motion brought them right next to the partially snoozing Kayla. Roy was between Helen's legs, his chest pressed against hers, his heart thudding inside pumping blood to his quickly growing erection. Helen gasped when she felt him press his cockhead against her opening, spreading herself wider for him and inviting him to penetrate her. "Oh God," she moaned as he sank in, stretching her soaked channel as he buried himself inside her. The commotion beside her woke Kayla, and as always she marveled at how perfect Helen and Roy looked together. They stared at each other, the affection pure and entirely natural. There was no doubt that the two loved each other when Kayla saw them like this, Helen pushing herself up to meet Roy's downward thrusts. His powerful male body taking her eager female form, their limbs entwined, finding the perfect positioning without thought. It was instinctual, like they were made to be joined together. Kayla realised that it wasn't the same way with her and Roy. They competed with one another, each trying to wrest control over each other. It was exciting and they loved one another, but it wasn't the same as what he shared with Helen. When Kayla saw them together she believed they could actually be a couple, something she didn't think would ever work between her and Roy without Helen keeping them together. In that moment she loved Helen more than anything in the world, she was the bridge between her and Roy, she kept the two of them connected. Helen made it possible for love to exist between Roy and Kayla, without her there would be only lust, she showed Kayla and Roy how to love one another. And Kayla couldn't be more grateful. Helen gripped Roy's forearms tightly, her hands clamping on him in a vicelike grip as her lips parted and a moan of pure joy escaped her, soft at first but swelling as Roy continued to push into her, burying his manhood inside her quivering sex as she began to tremble beneath him. Roy's thrusts became ragged, and a deep masculine moan joined Helen's higher one, bass and treble creating a harmony as he spilled his seed deep inside her. Their bodies relaxed, and Helen smiled up at Roy their eyes still connected. Their lips met once more affectionately, and they kissed hungrily as they wallowed in the pleasure they'd brought one another. Roy's mouth left Helen's and went to her throat, she turned her head and saw that Kayla was awake. She smiled at her girlfriend and beckoned her to join in. Kayla went over and their lips met while Roy went down Helen's body to occupy himself with his favorite part of her body: her breasts. Helen whimpered softly as Roy's mouth circled around her areole, the kiss between her and Kayla becoming more and more heated. Roy let the two girls have some fun on their own, leaving the room to go make something to eat. He returned a half hour later, finding that the girls were still making out, though now Kayla was fully on top of Helen. He put the tray of food down on the bedside table and the two finally became aware of his presence. Kayla looked up, her eyes glazed over with lust, her lips puffy and glistening with saliva. "Having fun?" Roy asked. Kayla smiled, "Best birthday ever. Oh, food!" she said excitably, finally seeing the reason for Roy's absence. Helen sighed irritably when Kayla left the embrace, until she realised how hungry she was. They ate in bed, careful to avoid getting any crumbs on the sheets. He'd brought up a few bottles of water and some juice, which they guzzled down greedily. The food was soon eaten and the remains of the meal left off on the bedside table as Roy found himself on his back with both girls down at his groin. He gasped when Kayla took it in her hand, massaging it gently as Helen's mouth went down to his scrotum. Kayla's lips wrapped around the head of his cock, bringing the partially inflated organ to full mast while Helen took one of his testicles into her mouth, bathing it in her saliva. Roy wasn't sure which felt better, but the combined effect had him rock hard very quickly. They switched positions, and Helen began to bob her head up and down his stiff pole while Kayla's tongue flicked along his scrotum. Deeming him ready, Helen and Kayla withdrew and arranged themselves so that Helen was straddling Roy's head and Kayla was straddling his hips. Roy's vision was consumed by the sight of Helen's bald pussy lowering itself on his face, but he felt the folds of Kayla's pussy spreading as she lowered herself down onto his shaft. He ate Helen's pussy eagerly, and felt Kayla bottom out on top of him. His cock was entirely inside her and she began to ride him up and down. The girls leaned over and kissed while Roy pleasured both of them simultaneously, his tongue and hands working feverishly on Helen while his thick shaft stretched Kayla's cunt to its absolute limit. Kayla's hands massaged Helen's breasts as she kissed her and gyrated in Roy's lap, Helen's left hand gripped Kayla by the back of the head and her left went down to toy with her clit while Roy's tongue went to work on her pussy. Helen was becoming overwhelmed and Kayla left the kiss to bring her mouth to her girlfriend's large breasts, and took a nipple into her mouth while she continued to grind her pelvis against Roy, his cock rammed deep up inside of her. Coach King Ch. 09 Author's Note: The following is the ninth installment of the Coach King series. If you haven't yet, I recommend reading the other chapters before you read this one. To my regular readers, thank you for your feedback on the previous chapter, as always it is highly appreciated. This and the last chapter have been the toughest so far to write. You're the ones that keep me going. -Max Coach King Ch. 09 "Who..." she began. "Roy?" It was Pam. "What are you doing here?" Alison asked accusingly. "Helen called me," Roy said, a lie suddenly forming. They were back at it, lying to keep their relationship safe. "Who are you?" Alison asked. "He's Roy King, he teaches at the school," Pam explained. "I see, why would you call him?" Alison asked, turning her attention to Helen. Helen tried to pull herself together, fighting back her fear. They could recover, they could get away. "I didn't have anyone else. You were gone, Chloe's out of town, Mr. and Mrs. Ward have to plan..." she couldn't finish, she started crying again. Roy desperately wanted to hold her, to make her feel better again. Pam went over, rubbing her niece's back consolingly. "It's alright Helen, we're here now. You should have answered the phone, we were so worried," she said. "Thank you for coming," Alison said to Roy. He nodded, his heart hammering in his chest. Almost there, they were nearly out of trouble. "You should have called Joe," Alison said to Helen, "He would have come over." "I don't like Joe," Helen said. Alison looked irritated, "He's perfectly nice." Helen had long disagreed with her mother's assessment of boyfriend's character. She pulled out of her mother's arms, "He's creepy." "What are you talking about?" Alison asked, her voice rising. "Alison, I don't think this is the time..." Pam began. "He looks at me weird," Helen said. Pam turned to Roy. "I think you should go," she said gently. Roy realised that the 'concerned teacher' he was supposed to be playing would leave at this point. Helen was with her family, he had no reason to still be around. He'd see Helen later, somehow he'd get into contact with her and they'd rendezvous. So he nodded at Pam and with a heavy heart he pulled away, he stepped through the door just as Helen's mother started to yell. "What are you talking about?!" "Ever since you started dating him, he gives me these long looks, it's weird," Helen replied. "Please, not right now Alison. Her girlfriend just died," Pam said. "Yes! And thank God for that!" Alison shouted at her. Pam and Helen fell silent. "Maybe now I can get my daughter back, not this... thing I've been dealing with for the past eight months!" Alison shouted. "You don't mean that," Helen said quietly. "She was always getting you into trouble, always making you do things you didn't want to. Sneaking out, lying to me, and disappearing all the time. No, you're a good girl, you wouldn't go against what I taught you, you wouldn't be something so disgusting, I brought you up better than that," her mother said, tears in her eyes. "Alison, stop..." Pam started. "And you!" Alison said turning on Pam, "You tried to turn her against me didn't you? Our mother's last wish?" "You're insane! I've been helping her!" Pam exclaimed incredulously. "You turned her into this, you and that black haired dyke! That little slut turned my daughter against me! Forced me to spend time with you, making everyone think I actually enjoyed your company, just so I knew what was happening in my own child's life!" she spat, her face taking on a crazed expression. She went to hug Helen but she shoved her away. "Don't touch me!" Helen shouted at her. "Helen, it's okay, you're confused, you're scared, but it'll all be fine. I'm here for you now, I know it's been hard, but you can go back to normal now. You can be my little girl again," Alison said, a teary smile on her face. She said it with such tenderness, with such sincerity. She was happy Kayla was dead, Helen saw; she'd prayed that this day would come. Alison had spent months holding her tongue, fighting back her impulse to save her daughter, waiting for her opportunity to take her back under her wing. She'd even let her foul half-sister into her life, the one their mother had loved, the one she'd given everything to after she'd died. Not a single thing had gone to Alison, not a single dime of her fortune. She'd made one mistake, one error in judgement and she was forever damned to be nothing but the killer of an unborn child in the eyes of her mother. "I'm not your little girl," Helen said horrified by her mother's words. Alison smile faltered, "Of course you are, it's alright honey. I forgive you, we'll move past this. You've been provided with a second chance," she replied in the same manic tone. "I gave you a second chance Mom," Helen said, "After you slapped Kayla I came back to you, I thought you still loved me." "I do, of course I do! Helen, sweetie, please. Come here honey," Alison said opening her arms. Helen took a step back, "You hate me. You hate what I really am." "No honey, I know what you really are. I see it better than you do," Alison said. "I loved her Mom," Helen said challengingly. Alison shook her head, "No! No, you didn't love her. She brainwashed you, but she's gone, you can be yourself now." "That's a piece of who I am! I can't change that!" Helen said, tears streaming down her cheeks. Alison's face changed, the twisted smile she'd been trying to pass off as reassuring became a look of utter hatred. "I should have gotten rid of you like I did you brother," Alison said. Pam eyes widened, "Alison, no." "What? She doesn't deserve to know? Doesn't need to know what I went through? What our wonderful mother made me do?" Alison asked. "She didn't want that, she never wanted that," Pam said. "Our mother made me abort my son! She forced me to kill my little boy before he was even born!" Alison screamed at her. "What?" Helen asked, frightened by her mother's deranged expression. She'd heard the rumors. That her mother had gotten pregnant when she was only seventeen, but that there had been some sort of accident. "Mom never wanted that, she wanted you to give him up for adoption and you threw yourself down the stairs!" Pam shouted back. Pam stood in front of Helen, shielding her from her mother. She was terrified, but she wasn't going to back down. Helen couldn't afford that. Pam never got involved in conflicts like this, she shied away from direct confrontation. Instead she preferred to make people want to help her. That's what her mother had taught her, but that wasn't going to work. Not today. "She was going to throw me out! She was ashamed of me!" Alison roared. "She wanted you to go to school, to finish your education!" "She wanted to control everything in our lives! You know what she was like, how controlling she was, how cruel she was!" Alison shouted. "Cruel?! She gave you money for Helen when Derrick fucked off, she paid for clothes, for food, your car, for this house..." This Helen hadn't known, she'd always wondered where her mother got all of her money to pay the bills, have a relatively nice car, buy clothes, but only work part time at the hardware store. It had always been like that though and eventually it just seemed normal. "She tried to exile me! But people knew, they knew what had happened. They welcomed me, they loved me. This town is my family, they're the ones who supported me," Alison shrieked. "She loved you, she respected your distance. The 'town' as you call them only welcomed you because they were jealous of what she'd achieved. They aren't the only people that live here, lots of people respected her. You told her to stay away from Helen so she did! You asked her for money, she gave it to you! Our mother was a lot of things, yes. She was controlling, she had warped priorities, but she was never cruel. She loved you Alison, even if you can't admit it," Pam countered. She grabbed Helen's wrist, it was time to leave. "Where are you going?" Alison asked. "We're leaving," Pam said, keeping herself between Helen and her mother, "Grab your stuff Helen." "Come here Helen," Alison ordered. There are moments in life where you come across a fork in the road. On her right Helen had her mother, her arms open, beckoning her. On her left was the stairs leading to her bedroom, and the bag she had packed for her trip to New York. If she took the first path all would be forgiven, her mother would love her again, but she'd be trapped. If she took the second she'd be free to love who she wanted and to be herself, but she'd lose her mother forever. The longer she took to make a decision the harder the decision became. "I'll be right back," Helen said finally. Alison's hands fell to her sides, her smile fell into an expression of shock. Helen turned and ran up the stairs. She entered her bedroom, tears in her eyes; she grabbed the bag she'd packed and went to her cork board, pulling off the photos of her and Kayla and putting them in. There were still plenty of pictures, she grabbed one of her and her mother from the previous year, back when they still loved each other and scribbled down a note on the back. Helen scanned the room, her vision blurred from tears, the room of her childhood, the room she'd grown up with. Helen noticed something, peeking out from under her pillow. It was the dildo she and Kayla had bought so long ago, Helen didn't know why but she grabbed it, stuffing it into her bag with the rest of her stuff. She shut off the light and closed the door behind her gently. She placed the photo at the entrance to her room and walked down the stairs, bag slung over her shoulder. Helen reached the landing, her mother sitting in the kitchen, looking shriveled and weak, the fight gone from her. Pam stood by the door, staring at her sister, daring her to attack. She'd finally found it, found the spark her mother had had, the piece that had prevented her mother from being walked all over in a world dominated by men. There was a time when Pam would have stayed quiet, when she would have let her sister have her way, but not now. Helen needed to be sheltered, she was hurting and she was vulnerable. In the past Pam had let people walk all over her, using her body to bribe them into giving her what she wanted, and if that didn't work she followed what her mother told her to do. Now she only shared her body with Wayne, a man who loved her. She now fought her own battles. She no longer needed a commander. "Let's go," Helen said. Pam nodded. They walked to Pam's car, Helen threw her bag in the back seat and slumped into the passenger. Pam fired up the engine and they backed out of the gravel driveway. Helen stared out the window tears in her eyes, the words of her note echoing in her mind. Maybe one day we'll have this again, Love, Helen A choked sob escaped her as her aunt sped down the driveway, carrying her away from her childhood home for the final time. Coach King Ch. 09 Helen's breathing changed, becoming short pants. Her laboured breathing became a low moan, rising into a cry. Her fists tightened around Roy's shirt, balling up the fabric in her fists as her muscles tensed up. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, pulling him into her as deep as she could and came hard. Her body was awash with pleasure; a cry signalling her state of rapture was ripped from deep inside her chest and escaped through her lips. Helen's legs flexed around Roy's torso, and she ground her pubic bone against him as she came. Her wish came true, for a moment she forgot her pain and her grief, it was replaced by an explosion of bliss that kept sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her. Unfortunately her body began to relax, and no matter how much Helen wanted it to go on she felt herself coming down from her climax. Her body stopped shaking under Roy's and her eyes opened, looking up into his. Roy stared down into those sad eyes, blue-green irises surrounded by sclera discolored to a reddish pink from the amount of tears that those eyes had shed. He brushed a few stray stands of her hair that had come undone from her ponytail and kissed her lips gently. "Thank you," she said. "For what?" Roy asked. "For being strong for me," she said. Roy kissed her again, his aching cock still buried deep inside her quivering pussy. Her legs relaxed around him and he drew his hips back, withdrawing partially before driving his shaft back home. Helen gasped into his mouth when he bottomed out, but kept kissing him. It wouldn't take him long now, Roy kept thrusting into her, his lips pressed against hers as he got closer and closer to the edge. His ass flexed tight, pushing his hips forward and ramming his thick shaft into her channel. Roy felt a stiffening in his groin, a tightening of his balls against his body. "I'm going to cum," he told Helen. And after a few more thrusts he did. His forehead pressed against Helen's, his eyes shut tight and his mouth open in a low groan as his cock twitched violently inside her and his cum began to spill out of his cockhead. Shuddering pulses ran through his body, his shaft flexing inside Helen as he pumped his infertile seed into her womb. Her insides were painted with the substance, thick cords of his cum splattering against the deepest recesses of her channel. His thrusts became ragged and less forceful, and after a few more strong pulses his cock grew still inside of her and the flow of semen stopped. Roy kissed her again, and her hands went to the side of his head, holding him to her while their mouths melded together. She didn't want this to end, she wanted to spend the entire night in Roy's car, letting him make her feel like this over and over until all she could do was feel better forever or pass out from exhaustion. But they couldn't do that, her Aunt was waiting for her, so the kiss came to an end, Roy withdrew and returned to the driver's seat, and Helen pulled her sweatpants and panties back over her legs. They left the parking lot of the campground and Roy drove Helen back to the corner of Fifth and Woodbridge and she kissed him once more. "Can I see you tomorrow?" she asked. "As long as you think it's safe," Roy said. She nodded, "I'll text you again." "Goodnight Helen," he said. "Goodnight Roy," she said. She left the car and went running off into the darkness, disappearing around a corner. Roy sighed, his chest heaving and his eyes burning with tears. He could afford to be weak now, for at least a short time, so he let it come. The pain exploded inside him, like an electric shock that left him unsteady. Roy breathed heavily, rubbing the tears from his eyes, he pushed past the pain and forced himself to keep moving forward. He put his car back into drive and pulled away from the curb, and a few moments later found himself on the highway heading for home. Coach King Ch. 09 Coach King Ch. 09 "Really? Like she'd want to date me," Roy said offhandedly. "Why wouldn't she?" Helen asked. "I... Well I'm old..." Roy said. "That didn't mean much with me and Kayla. You're not that old," she said. "She might not have the same tastes," he said. "It's not about tastes you're very good looking, everyone knows that. And cool too," Helen said. Roy felt the boost in ego but tried not to show it. "It doesn't matter, I have you," Roy said. "What if you didn't?" Helen asked. "Then I'd want you," Roy said, he'd learned how to answer this line of questioning years ago. Helen smiled, "Good answer." "Wait, are you jealous?" Roy asked. "No, I'm just trying to... make sure," she said weakly. "You are aren't you?" Roy asked. Helen grinned, "Maybe a little." Roy started laughing, and Helen wasn't far behind. It felt good to laugh, there had been far too little of it during the past three months. "Come here," he said getting up and opening his arms to her. She approached him, and let him take her into his familiar embrace. "You should go," Roy said. "I..." "She would have wanted you to," Roy told her. Helen looked up at him, "Alright, as long as you look out for me." "I always will," he said. Helen smiled, stretching her body up along his to kiss him. Roy kissed her back, even though it was risky to do so in the office. The kiss became more heated, a hunger brewing inside them as they kissed. This was dangerous, and it was something Roy had tried over and over to put a stop to but never could. He couldn't resist Helen when she wanted him, which seemed to be almost constantly, and over the past three months they'd grown bolder and bolder, but the illusion was too strong, people simply failed to see the intimacy that passed between Helen and Roy because they managed to keep it non-explicit. The only way anyone would figure it out would be if they outright caught them in the act. Roy spun her around and pinned her against the wall, bringing his hand under her skirt. She'd gone back to not wearing panties, giving him access to her easily when they found themselves in need of each other. His hand went along the smooth skin of her thighs, feeling the taut muscle as they led up to her toned ass. Volleyball season was over, the girls had won their regional championship but hadn't fared as well at the state level, still he was proud of them, and of her. Helen ran, a lot, and it wasn't just a pretense so she could see him anymore. Her leg wrapped around Roy and her bare pussy pressed against the growing bulge in his jeans. They didn't have long; they almost never had long anymore. Pam watched over Helen like a hawk, and they could only steal away the briefest of moments together before they had to return to their public roles of teacher and student. Roy reached down to his fly and undid it with one hand, using the other to cup Helen's head as they kissed. His cock sprang out of his jeans, fully erect and ready for her. His cockhead searched for her opening blindly, prodding at her folds until she reached down and positioned it for him. Helen squealed quietly into his shoulder as he penetrated her, her supporting foot going on tip toes as he drove his cock up into her. Roy grasped her leg by the back of the knee and lifted her so she was pinned against the wall by his hips, both legs now wrapped around his waist. He thrust into her powerfully, Helen holding onto him desperately as he fucked her. There wasn't enough time for him to gradually increase the pace so he took her hard right from the beginning, the only goal being to get her off before the bell signalling the end of lunch came. He lurched up into her powerfully, driving her to closer the edge with each thrust. Helen held onto him tightly, the heels of her shoes pressing against his bare ass, spurring him on. Her orgasm arrived suddenly, and almost without warning, the only sign Roy received was a sharp inhalation of breath. Helen buried her face into his shoulder as she came, her cry muffled by his body as hers trembled between him and the wall. Her legs and arms flexed tightly around him, pulling herself against him as she came. Roy rammed his cock deep inside of her and held it there as her orgasm washed over her, listening to the pleasurable whines and moans emanate from her as she climaxed. When she was done he withdrew, and lowered her back to her unsteady legs. Helen dropped to her knees in front of Roy and took his cock into her mouth, still fresh from her hot cunt. Her lips wrapped around the head and her eyes stared up at him, imploring him to cum. She bobbed up and down rapidly, taking his cock further and further into her mouth. She still had trouble getting his shaft into her throat and sputtered around it when she tried. Roy's hand went to the back of her head, combing through her hair while she sucked him off. Her hand went to his balls, massaging them gently while she bobbed up and down on his shaft. She felt his balls retract in her hand, going tight up against his body. Helen pulled back, taking just the head into her mouth and pumping his shaft as it flexed and began to pulse his semen. She swallowed his load greedily when it threatened to overflow her mouth, gulping down his cum as he fired shot after shot into her hot little mouth. Her full lips wrapped tightly around his cockhead, her eyes staring up at him, asking for more. Roy groaned and a few last cords were extracted before finally the flow stopped. Helen withdrew, his cockhead making an audible pop as the vacuum between her lips and his member was broken. The bell rang signalling the end of lunch and the two scrambled to put themselves back together. "See, why would I need anyone else? I can barely handle you," Roy said. Helen smiled, "Don't forget it." She left and Roy sat back in his chair for a moment, feeling truly good for the first time in months. With a rush he remembered he had a class to teach, he grabbed his laptop back and hurried to beat the bell. Coach King Ch. 10 Author's Note: Here's is the tenth installment of the Coach King series. It seems amazing to me that I've been writing this series for over a year know, and greatly appreciate all of the support I've been given. As always, thank you. -Max Coach King Ch. 10 Kate slid a hand under Chloe's damp shirt, her touch was gentle and exploratory, running along Chloe's stomach. Instead of going up as Chloe had, Kate's hand went down, the tips of her fingers going under the waistband of Chloe's shirt before pausing. When Chloe didn't shy away Kate went lower, her searching hand running along the soft flesh of her lower abdomen and brushing against the small patch of pubic hair above the lips of Chloe's pussy. Chloe's legs parted slightly, granting Kate's hand easier access to her glistening cunt as her fingertips circled her clit gently. She whimpered into Kate's mouth sexily as they continued to kiss and explore one another's bodies. Kate's fingers slid lower, running along the glistening folds of Chloe's sex. Chloe pulled her mouth away from Kate's, gasping aloud. She was surprised by how hot she felt already, months of bottled up tension was bubbling to the surface. Kate brought her mouth to Chloe's neck, kissing the flushed skin as she probed experimentally at her entrance. Chloe cried out when two of Kate's fingers slid up inside her, her pussy gripping the slender digits tight as Kate began to work them in and out slowly. The hand cupping the back of Chloe's head went down to her breast, and she closed her eyes and let Kate bring her the pleasure she so desired. Kate pulled at the Chloe's t-shirt, taking the hint Chloe reached down and pulled it over her head. Kate's hand resumed its fondling of Chloe's breast over her black bra as she kept a steady rhythm with her fingers. She pressed her palm against Chloe's clit, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. Chloe reached in behind herself and undid her bra, her large breasts bouncing into view. Kate's mouth left her neck and went to her breast, kissing the large swell hungrily before taking its pink nipple into her mouth. The sounds of their heavy breathing and their gasps filled the otherwise silent room, all of their dorm mates were outside getting doused by Jean and her garden hose. Kate's fingers curled forward in Chloe's channel, pressing against the roof and finding her G-spot. "Oh fuck!" Chloe gasped. "That's it baby, let it out," Kate urged, increasing the pressure on the sensitive spot. She pressed her palm tight to Chloe's clit, the hard bud digging into the soft flesh as Kate tried to push Chloe over the edge. Her teeth grazed Chloe's nipple gently, and she tensed up between Kate's body and the door. Kate felt Chloe's channel tighten around her fingers, and Chloe groaned as her orgasm overcame her. Her pussy flooded Kate's hand with her nectar, and Chloe's hand balled up into a fist in her hair as she held Kate's mouth to her breast tightly. Kate plunged her fingers as deep into Chloe as she could get them and let her ride the wave of her climax, sucking on her nipple hungrily as the redheaded girl's breast molded around her chin. Kate felt Chloe relax and withdrew her hand from her pussy. She kissed her neck and Chloe fought to catch her breath, embarrassed that she'd done so little to reciprocate the pleasure Kate had just given her. Normally Chloe was the dominant partner, the one with the experience, but Kate clearly knew as much as Chloe did, and didn't need the release as badly as Chloe had. Being in a car with Helen for a week and sharing a room with her hadn't helped matters. Kate smiled at Chloe and their lips once more for a more leisurely kiss. "I should probably take out my other contact, everything's all wonky," Kate said. They parted and Kate went over to her desk, finding the tray for her lenses and pulling it out of her eye carefully. Chloe took the opportunity to look around the room, it was basically the same as hers and Helen's, just with different pictures on the cork board and posters on the wall. Kate slid her shoes off her feet and pulled off her socks, revealing pretty little feet with the toenails painted pink. Next she pulled down her shorts and panties, facing away from Chloe as she did. Chloe felt a touch of embarrassment, feeling strangely shy even though she was standing topless in front of this girl. Her eyes were drawn to Kate's tight little ass, and the shaved lips of her pink pussy which peeked out between her thighs. It took Chloe a moment to realise she was staring, and that Kate had caught her. "Like what you see?" she asked, giving her bum a little shake. Chloe laughed, "Very much." Kate approached Chloe, now entirely naked, "You're not so bad either," she said. She drew herself close up against Chloe and reached behind her. Chloe expected Kate to kiss her again but instead she grabbed a towel hanging on the door on a hook behind her. Kate grinned at the disappointed look on Chloe's face and gave her a quick peck before drying off her hair. When she was done she sat on the bed on the right side of the room and patted the mattress, inviting Chloe to sit next to her. Chloe did and Kate looked at her searchingly. "Have you been with a girl before?" Kate asked. Chloe laughed softly, "Yeah. For most of high school I was the only openly gay girl." Kate smiled, "Me too. Did girls, like, test themselves on you?" She nodded. "Same here. Eventually it stopped being fun though, then I got here and realised for the first time I wasn't really alone. There are a lot of girls like us here, and plenty who want to experiment. I could introduce you to some if you like," Kate said. "I... That'd be great," Chloe said, though she felt a bit disappointed. Kate saw that in her face, "Oh no, I didn't mean like that. I just meant as friends, like as support or whatever... I mean unless you want to..." "No! I mean, well... I'm sorry, I've never really..." "Dated a girl?" Kate asked. Chloe smiled, "Not openly anyway." "Then you haven't at all. I guess I'll be your first," Kate said. And with that she kissed Chloe again, and Chloe kissed her back. Happiness washed through her, she was dating someone, and they could actually tell people. She kissed Kate hungrily and pushed her down to the bed, climbing on top of her. They made out for a while, Kate entirely naked and Chloe bare from the waist up. Kate was a good kisser, applying the right amount of pressure with her lips while still being soft, her tongue cleverly chasing Chloe's around her mouth. Chloe brought her mouth to Kate's slender neck and further down on her perky breasts. Kate hummed happily as Chloe made the pilgrimage down the little blonde's body, leaving a trail of teasing kisses as she went. Chloe kissed the cleanly shaven flesh of Kate's pubic mound, the girl's scent filling her nostrils. She kissed Kate's inner thigh, starting at the knee and getting closer and closer to her center. She applied the tip of her tongue to Kate's slit, starting from the bottom and running it up to her clit in one smooth motion gently. Kate cooed excitedly above her, her hips rocking on the bed in anticipation. Chloe spread her pussy open to her, the pink flesh was radiating heat and was damp with Kate's excitement. She ran her tongue along the inner labia, going outward and then repeating the process on the other side. It was textbook stuff, but it had Kate squirming happily on the bed above her. She kissed her pussy, massaging the lips with her tongue before pressing it against her entrance. Kate's hands went to the back of Chloe's head, running her fingers through her silky red main as her tongue penetrated her. "Oh!" Kate moaned, her head tilting back as a groan escaped her. Chloe thrust her tongue deep inside her tight cunt, tasting the sweetness of her sex before pulling out and bringing her attention to the pleasure center. She ran her tongue gently around Kate's clitoris without actually touching it, gradually tightening the swirls of her tongue until it pressed against the hard little nub. Kate's hips jolted upwards, and her grip on Chloe's head tightened. Chloe kept up her ministrations, molding her mouth around her clit and applying gentle suction before flicking her tongue against the pink bud. Kate responded well and Chloe got more aggressive with her tongue as she went. Chloe brought ran a finger along the spread lips of Kate's pussy, circling around the entrance before pressing two fingers to it and penetrating. "Fuck!" Kate cried. Chloe continued to tongue her clit as she worked her fingers in and out of her soaked channel. She increased her pace of her fingers and the pressure of her tongue, and Kate expelled a stream of profanity and prayers to Chloe to not stop what she was doing. Chloe's persistence paid off, a sharp inhalation of breathe followed by a long high whine as her pussy clamped down around her fingers and Kate's body was assaulted by a barrage of pleasurable pulses that had the small girl shaking and writhing her way through her orgasm. Chloe's mouth was flooded with Kate's sweet taste, and she gently kissed around her pussy as her climax took its course. When she was done Chloe kissed her way back up Kate's body, and their lips met once more. The two shared a kiss before Chloe withdrew. "We should probably get back to the war," Chloe said. Kate nodded, "The General will be wondering where we are." The two redressed, and left the room feeling a sense of jubilation. When Chloe returned the battle had moved to the parking lot. Helen was cowered behind the station wagon with Eric who had a super-soaker. The carnage was on-going, burst water balloons littered the pavement, and there was water everywhere. Chloe did a quick scan before sprinting to them, narrowly avoiding a blast of water from Jean and her hose, Kate wasn't so lucky and was once more drenched, much to Jean's delight. "Frah-osh, come out come out wherever you are," Jean said in her best impersonation of a super villain. "We have to get her," Helen said. "We don't have the range," Chloe said. It was true, how were they supposed to get to Jean? She'd positioned herself above up on the stairs, the only way to get to her would be from the back, but they'd need a distraction. "Here's the plan," Eric said, and he laid out a battle strategy. Everyone was really getting into the spirit of the event, the students who'd been soaked acting as if they'd been shot and lying still on the ground, the survivors peeking out nervously from behind cover. When Eric finished his plan Chloe pointed out a flaw. "I don't have anything to shoot at her with," she said. "Alright, take this," Eric said, handing her his super soaker. "No, Eric you don't have to..." Helen began. "Hush, the tyrannical rein of the General must end, remember me fondly my dear Helen," he said gallantly, "STANFORD!'" he shouted as he rushed Jean brandishing a water balloon. Everything happened very quickly. Eric rushed, making it about fifteen feet before Jean doused him. At the same time Helen bolted towards the edge of the parking lot, disappearing between two buildings. Chloe stayed behind the car, counting down from thirty. 2...1... "Now!" she shouted and rushed Jean like Eric had. As she did, Jean got her easily, but failed to notice Helen sneaking up behind her with a bucket full of water. Jean laughed giddily, "I win! I wi—ahh!" Helen poured the bucket over her head and doused the now cranky RA like Chloe had Kate earlier. Jean shrieked, her eyes widening in outrage. "Jesus Christ!" she shouted. A cheer went up among the participants, and Jean laughed good naturedly, offering Helen her hand. "Good job frosh," she said, before blasting Helen with the hose. Helen shrieked in laughter and toppled back against the grass as Jean mercilessly soaked her with the hose. Jean's laughter was interrupted by a barrage of water balloons. "Shit!" she exclaimed, and dropped the hose. She went running, laughing hysterically as she went. Coach King Ch. 10 She was mad. Furious. Filled with anger towards Roy, towards her mother, towards the universe for burdening her with so much pain. What had she ever done to deserve so much hardship? Why was she punished over and over again? Why couldn't Roy see that she already knew what she wanted? That she loved him? It all made her enraged. So, when they found themselves back on campus, jetlagged and tired from their trip, Helen suggested they go one of many New Year's Eve parties that were taking place across campus. "Seriously?" Chloe asked. "Yes," Helen replied with dead certainty. "Maybe we'll run into Danica," Chloe said. Danica was Chloe's current fascination, she'd broken up with Carrie shortly before final exams had begun in December and was looking to start the New Year off right. The girls went up to the dorm and got dressed for the party, Helen wearing a short black skirt and a matching top that revealed an ample amount of cleavage. Chloe put on an equally sexy outfit before noticing Helen's attire. "Wow, what's up with you?" Chloe asked. "Nothing, we're going to a party aren't we?" Helen asked. "Yeah, but I haven't seen you dress up since... Well Prom I guess," Chloe replied. "Might as well have some fun right?" Helen said. Chloe looked at her, "Are you alright Helen?" she asked with concern. "I'm fine. Are we going now or what?" she asked. Chloe looked at Helen searchingly, "Did something..." "Oh for God's sake, I just want to have a good time alright? I'm not this crystal doll you have to coddle, I know what I'm doing," Helen said irritably. "Fine," Chloe said, becoming equally annoyed. They left their room and went up to floor five, the perpetual party floor. Electronic music blared, the heavy bass rumbling through the stairwell as they climbed up. Eric would be there, he wanted her, he wouldn't refuse her, and he hadn't abandoned her. They were late joining the party, and most of the guests were already partially intoxicated. Chloe and Helen's usual routine went out the window as soon as they entered when Helen just left Chloe to find Danica or whoever else she recognized, and went in search of Eric. Chloe was too frustrated to complain, so she headed off toward the drinks table. Helen found Chris first, at 6'5 and over two-hundred pounds of pure muscle he was hard to miss. "Chris!" Helen shouted over the music. He turned, "Helen! Hi, how was your break?!" he shouted back. "Good! Where's Eric?!" she yelled. "Over there!" Chris replied, gesturing over to the other side of the room. Eric was talking to a girl Helen didn't recognise. He was laughing at something she'd said as Helen approached. Eric's eyes widened and his smile broadened when he saw Helen approach. "Helen, hi!" he said in a raised voice. The shouting was starting to get tiresome. "Hey," Helen replied. "This is Carmen!" Eric told her, introducing the girl he'd been talking to. "Nice to meet you!" Carmen shouted. "You too!" Helen said, "Eric, can we find someplace quiet? I want to talk to you." Eric's eyes widened, "I... uh, yeah for sure." Helen might have felt bad if she hadn't been so absorbed in her own troubles. She'd essentially walked over and stolen Eric from this girl who seemed reasonably nice, and on New Year's Eve. It was the sort of move Helen hated from girls. But Eric had chosen her, and somehow that made her feel good. It was a sort of vindication, a reassurance that people did want her, and proof that Roy was an idiot for not seeing her. Eric led her through the mob of people and down the hallway, the music falling to a muffled boom as they entered his room. "So what did you want... hmph." Helen kissed him, practically attacking him with her mouth. Eric stood shocked, not understanding what was happening, but Helen kept up her assault until his mouth opened and her tongue entered his mouth. He moaned into her mouth and Helen melted against him, her large breasts pressing against his chest. Eric had wanted her for months, had been trying over and over to make this happen. Helen pushed him to his bed and pulled her shirt over her head, her cheeks flushed with excitement. Eric's eyes widened in awe as she reached around and undid the clasp of her bra, baring her breasts to him before straddling his legs and kissing him once more. "I want you to fuck me," Helen told him, "I want you to make me feel good." Eric moaned into her mouth, everything was moving so fast, everything was so surreal. Where had this come from, who was this girl? This wasn't Helen, but it was, it was her lips, her body, her voice. She'd broken, he thought, he'd finally worn her down and now she was desperate for him. It had just taken the Christmas break for her to realise it. He kissed her back, running his hands up to her breasts. He squeezed them and Helen cried out in discomfort. "Too hard, be gentle," Helen instructed before resuming the kiss. It wasn't working, she was turned on, she was ready to go, but the sadness wasn't going away. More, Helen thought to herself, I need more. She pushed Eric down onto his back and reached down to undo his belt buckle. Holy crap, Eric thought to himself, this is happening, this is totally happening. "Do you have a condom?" Helen asked as she ripped his pants off of him. "In the bottom drawer of my desk," he replied. He had a moments reprieve before Helen came back, square packet in hand. "Don't worry, it'll be good," Helen said, reassuring herself more than him. His cock was already fully erect, average size and length by Helen's fairly limited knowledge. It's not like Roy's, she thought to herself. But he was younger, he'd have more stamina. He'd be better, Helen assured herself. She ripped open the packet and pulled out the condom. She sheathed Eric's shaft in the latex before standing and removing her skirt and panties. Eric hardly had an opportunity to look at her before Helen straddled his torso, positioned his cock at her entrance, and sank down onto it. "Oh fuck!" Eric moaned pleasurably. Helen leaned forward, bracing herself on the brick wall in front of her. She rocked back and forth in his lap, his cock lodged inside her tight pussy. Eric stared up at her, watching her breasts sway as she gradually increased the pace. His was the first cock she'd had in months, and it felt good. On a basic level Helen found her body responding to his, a slight warmth that spread through her body. She increased her pace, finally starting to really feel something, a possibility of an orgasm, though far off, blooming inside. Then he came. Helen couldn't believe it, Eric couldn't believe it, but less than five minutes in he'd cum. He gripped her waist and held her down tightly to him and Helen felt his cock pulse inside her. Disappointment ran through her, she'd gone too fast, done too much too quickly and it'd overwhelmed him. Suddenly she felt mad, not at Eric, but at herself for letting this happen, for doing this with him, for doing this to him. She could see the embarrassment in his face as he came down from his orgasm, and she felt frustrated. "I..." Eric began. "It's alright," Helen said as nicely as she could, trying to not let her frustration with herself to bleed into her voice. "That's never... I mean..." "I'd better go," Helen said, standing up and pulling her skirt back over her legs. "Are you sure? I mean I could..." "No Eric, it's fine. Happy New Year," she said as she pulled her shirt back on. Eric watched in silence as she slipped her shoes onto her feet and grabbed her underwear and bra before leaving. He lay back in his bed, pounding his fist against his forehead. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He yelled himself. Helen fled down the hall to the staircase, mercifully not having to walk through the party on her return. She made it to her room without incident and threw herself into bed, heaving into her pillow. Helen felt sick, disgusted with herself. She cried hard, something she hadn't done in months, everything catching up to her. She missed Roy, she missed him desperately. Even worse, she missed Kayla. She needed her so bad right now, but she was gone. Helen cried, and cried, her body convulsing with sobs, her mascara staining her pillowcase as tears flowed freely from her eyes. She felt paralyzed, unable to move as this great sadness was expelled from her body. She loved him, she knew she loved him, and he loved her. That's why he'd done this, not to punish her, not because he hated her, Roy had done this because he thought he wasn't enough. He'd told her over and over, knowing that he'd cause her pain. She had to talk to him, she had to call him. To hear his voice, to have him reassure her that everything she'd once known was still true. It'd be well past midnight in Riverside, but she didn't care. Helen needed to talk to him. With shaking hands and vision blurred by tears she went to her phone. As she was about to type in the number she was suddenly interrupted by a flurry of red and brown hair, Chloe with her lips locked with Danica's as they burst into the room. The pair collapsed onto Chloe's bed, their hands all over each other. Chloe was on her back, and Danica began to make her way down her body, pulling Chloe's panties down from under her skirt. It was Danica who spotted Helen first. She cried out in surprise. "What?" Chloe asked and then turned, her eyes widened, "Helen? I thought you were..." Seeing the dark mascara tracks of Helen's tears she sprang away from Danica, getting to her feet and facing Helen. "I have to call him," Helen said tearily. "Oh God, is she always moping around? How do you deal with her Chloe?" Danica asked. Chloe turned, glaring down at Danica. "Get out," she said. "What? Everyone knows it. She's crazy, we all hear her cry in her sleep. Doesn't it drive you insane?" Danica asked. "I said, get the fuck out. Now!" Chloe shouted. She grabbed Danica by the shoulders and heaved her off of the bed and shoved her towards the door. "Fuck you Chloe! And fuck you Helen!" Danica shouted. Chloe slammed the door in her face and then turned to Helen. "I'm so sorry," Chloe said. "Do people really think I'm crazy?" Helen asked, wiping the mascara off of her cheeks as best she could. Chloe shifted nervously, "Not really. Just... you know... a bit shy?" Helen laughed humorlessly, "Great, now I'm an eccentric to go along with everything else." "Well... I mean, you do spend a lot of time alone," Chloe said. "And what? Meeting a new girl every other week is a good thing? Should I be fucking everything that moves like you?" Helen asked. "I don't do that," Chloe replied as calmly as she could. She could take it, she could take this. Helen was just angry and frustrated, she was lashing out. Chloe kept telling herself this so she didn't say something she'd regret. "Don't you? How many girls has it been? Four steady at least and a bunch of throwaways," Helen asked. "Helen, what happened with you and Eric?" Chloe asked, ignoring Helen's anger. "We fucked!" Helen exclaimed, "Is that so wrong? Does that make me a slut? I wanted him, he wanted me, I..." Helen started to cry again, feeling horrible. A sick pit developed in her stomach. "I'm sorry Chloe," she sobbed, she wasn't good at being angry. She could never sustain it for long, even after she'd found out Dave had cheated on her with Karen back in grade eleven she'd only been able to hold on to her anger long enough to break up with him and end her friendship with Karen. After that she'd been all tears. The anger drained away, all Helen felt now was remorse. She buried her face in her hands and her shoulders shook. Chloe sat down beside Helen and pulled her into a hug. Helen rested her head on Chloe's chest and shook gently as the last of her sobs left her. Finally the tears stopped flowing and Helen stared ahead of her. "I should never have come here," Helen said sadly. "What do you mean?" Chloe asked. "It's not fair for you to have to deal with this stuff. Do you want to know why I haven't dated anyone?" Helen asked. "Because you're hurting over Mr. King and Kayla?" Chloe offered. Helen shook her head, "It's because I'm know he's wrong. I won't find anyone I love more than him, and all I'll end up doing is hurting the other person. I'll choose him in the end, I know I will, there's no doubt in my mind." "So you're cloistering yourself like a nun? So you don't hurt people?" Chloe asked. Helen nodded. "Well that's stupid," Chloe said. A flash of anger went through Helen, "What do you mean?" "You don't have to fall madly in love with every person you date. Helen, instead of thinking of your eventual relationship with Roy as a reason to hide from people, you should think of it as being liberating. Think about it, you've found someone who you're prepared to spend your entire life with. That's amazing. But that doesn't mean you can't see other people while you're separated," Chloe said. "But I can't love more than one person at once," Helen said. Chloe frowned, "You did with Kayla remember. Besides, physical intimacy doesn't mean there's romantic love between the two people. There has to be trust, and mutual affection but love like you seem to be describing isn't always a part of it. I love you Helen, but I know we'd never be able to spend our whole lives together. But that doesn't mean I shouldn't show you how I feel." "You're not Kayla," Helen said. "I know," Chloe replied, "I'm not trying to replace her Helen." "I'll choose him. I'll hurt you," Helen said. "You won't. I understand," she replied. "You'll hate me," Helen protested. "I couldn't." Helen's nose was filled with the scent of Chloe's perfume, the sweet scent wafting up her nostrils intoxicating. Everything slowed down for a moment. Chloe leaned down, her deep blue eyes staring into Helen's. As she'd been the first time they'd kissed Helen was captivated by those blue orbs, so dark they almost seemed violet in the right light, with green and grey flecks. Chloe's hand brushed against Helen cheek softly, pushing aside her hair as she pulled Helen towards her. Helen closed her eyes and felt their lips connect, and it felt good, it felt so good. Their lips parted and their tongues met tentatively, circling each other slowly. Their saliva mixed, and Helen cupped the back of Chloe's head, her fingers combing through her long hair. Chloe pressed on Helen's shoulder and she laid back, the taller girl lying on top of her as they continued their kiss. Her hand went to Helen's thigh and she moaned softly into Chloe's mouth as her other hand reached under her shirt and to her bare breasts beneath. Chloe's touch was gentle but firm, she adjusted her grip on Helen's breast almost imperceptibly based on the slightest feedback from her body. Helen realised suddenly that Chloe's touch was like Roy's, her hands were much smaller and softer, but the technique was the same. Chloe squeezed the tit, running her fingernail around the areola that capped it before flicking her thumb across the hardened nipple. Helen purred into her mouth happily, their tongues searching each other's mouths desperately. Chloe ran her hand along the outside of Helen's thigh steadily, the contact intimate and strangely exciting. Having Chloe's hands on her was exhilarating, it was exciting, and it felt right. Chloe pushed Helen's shirt above her breasts and lowered her mouth to them, her tongue circling around each stiff nipple before sucking one into her mouth. Helen's hands went to the back of Chloe's head, her nails raking along her scalp gently as she kissed Helen's stomach. Chloe shifted and knelt on the floor beside the bed, then hiked Helen's skirt up to her waist, exposing her naked pussy to her. Helen shuddered in excitement when Chloe kissed up along her inner thigh, her lips pressing gently into the soft flesh before they made contact with the shaved lips of Helen's pussy. There was a loud bang outside and the two jumped. The first was followed by a series of quick bangs and a crackling. A cheer went up around the campus and they realised what it was. Fireworks. "Happy New Year, Helen," Chloe said smiling up at her. Helen leaned forward and the two shared a passionate kiss before Chloe pulled away. She dove back in between Helen's thighs and her tongue resumed its exploration of her pussy. Helen's head tilted back, her mouth agape and eyes shut tight in pleasure. Her hands combed through Chloe's hair, luxuriating in the softness of it as her agile tongue darted around Helen's opening and up to her clit. Helen cried out pleasurably, her body felt hot, and an intense tingling sensation developed between her thighs which gradually spread outward to her extremities. Chloe moaned pleasurably into Helen's pussy, savoring the taste, having lusted over her for nearly a year, and now finally it was happening. "Get up here," Helen said. Chloe looked up at her and did as she said. Helen pulled Chloe's shirt over her head and brought her mouth to her tits, kissing the large swells and swirling her tongue around the pink nipples like she'd done to hers earlier. Chloe pulled her back up into a kiss, their mouths melding together as they kissed desperately. There was no more guilt, no more uncertainty, they wanted each other in this moment and they could have each other. Helen rolled and flattened herself on top of Chloe, their lips staying locked as she ran her hands along Chloe's body. She felt the swell of her breast, the softness of her porcelain skin, and the warmth of her stomach. Her hands examined every new detail, studying every dimension of the girl that lay beneath her. Chloe was doing an examination of her own, her hands running along Helen's back, her skin was incredibly soft. Further down she grabbed Helen's bare ass cheeks, feeling the firm orbs mold to her hands as she squeezed them. Helen's hips thrust forward, her pussy dragging along Chloe's exposed thigh. Chloe pushed upward against Helen's leg, their kiss continuing as they dry humped each other. Helen's thrusts became more rapid, forcing her leg more firmly into Chloe's wet pussy as she ground herself into the toned limb. The kiss became difficult to maintain as both girls approached their climax, eventually they gave up, moaning freely as they ground against each other desperately. Helen arrived first, her body quaking on top of Chloe's and a moan torn deep from her throat expelled a quarter of an inch from Chloe's ear as her orgasm hit her hard. Her thrusts became jagged and forceful, the sporadic nature of her movements set Chloe off too. She stiffened beneath Helen, and drove her hips upward, her nails digging into the flesh of her ass as she did. The two girls moaned and thrashed together, an orgasmic chorus to go with their erotic dance. Their limbs were tangled, their bodies forced against one another as wave after shuddering wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over their quivering forms. Helen's thrust grew weaker, as did Chloe's, and the two girls lay in their partial embrace, Helen's naked body pressed against Chloe's mostly naked one. They kissed, giggling to each other in the euphoria of their post-orgasmic state. Intense happiness and relief washed over Helen. She'd spent months worrying about what she should do, worrying that if she did nothing she'd grow to resent Roy, that she'd hate him for his insistence on separation. She hadn't understood his intentions at first, she'd heard his words but hadn't registered their significance. He'd given her up, willingly set her free from the fate he foresaw for them. But he was wrong, their future wasn't bleak. They'd have many good years together, time enough to have children, to love each other, for Helen to grow fat and happy with him. He'd likely die before she did, but she was prepared for that. She loved him and he loved her, and that's what mattered most. Coach King Ch. 10 Helen kissed Chloe, their mouths open to each other to explore lazily with their tongues. Cheers and loud music emanated throughout the campus as the students celebrated the beginning of the New Year. The kiss between the girls grew in intensity, their hunger for one another not yet sated. Helen reached blindly for the zipper of Chloe's skirt, she found it with some difficult and drew it down before pulling the final obstruction between them down Chloe's long legs. Their kiss resumed, their naked bodies now pressed against each other. Their bare flesh, soft and smooth, ran along one another silkily as their tongues swirled together hungrily. "Get on top of me," Chloe gasped. Helen didn't move, not understanding what she meant. "Turn around," Chloe said. Helen's mouth curled into a grin of recognition and did as Chloe suggested, straddling her head and lying flat on top of her so that their faces were inches from each other's pussies. Chloe reached around and gripped Helen's ass, pulling her down to her. Helen spread Chloe's legs and dipped her head down, the sweet scent of her sex wafting into her nostrils. Their mouths came into contact with one another's cunts, and moaned in unison at the pleasure the other was giving them. With agile tongues they pleasured each other. Chloe moaned loudly into Helen's pussy when she penetrated her channel with two fingers. Chloe bucked her hips up against Helen's hand, her soaked pussy penetrated deep by her two fingers. Helen rocked her hips back against Chloe's mouth, the juices of her pussy coating her chin liberally as Chloe's tongue probed at the tight entrance of her pussy. Helen's tongue flicked aggressively against Chloe's clit, her fingers wiggling inside Chloe's well lubricated channel. Her roaming fingers found Chloe's G-spot, and she rubbed the sensitive area feverishly. Chloe cried out, the sound supressed by Helen's pussy, as her orgasm hit her. Her hips pushed upwards, their breasts sliding along one another's flat stomachs as Chloe shook powerfully beneath Helen. Her mouth was flooded with Chloe's nectar. The sweet solution coated her fingers and permeated throughout her mouth as the climax worked its way through Chloe. Chloe's orgasm ended and she returned her undivided attention to Helen's pussy. She ate her out aggressively, running her tongue along the slit and penetrating her channel with her tongue. The agile organ wiggled inside Helen, making her coo in pleasure. Chloe brought her tongue lower, swirling around the hard bud of Helen's clit. Helen gasped loudly when Chloe flicked her tongue against her clit, the sensitive nub sending pulses of pleasuring radiating throughout her body. Her hips rocked back against Chloe's face, her juices smearing along the girl's lips and chin. Helen straightened up, bracing herself on Chloe's hips as she ground herself against her face. Chloe's tongue penetrated Helen once more, and she continued to thrust back onto it, using it like a small but highly agile cock. "Fuck Chloe," Helen groaned. And with that the lower half of Chloe's face was doused with Helen's juices. Helen thrust herself wildly against Chloe's face as she hit her climax, her essence filling Chloe's mouth as she came violently. Chloe reached up and grabbed Helen's burgeoning breasts, squeezing the nipples hard as Helen was wracked by her orgasm, sending her on another spike just as she was starting to come down. "Oh God!" Helen cried. She fell flat on top of Chloe, her hips thrusting back against her weakly as her body shuddered violently. The tremors slowly but surely came to an end, and the two lay entwined in their sixty-nine as they recovered from their orgasms. Their faces were soaked in each other's juices, the tension between them had finally been released, and it had been violent. Helen turned back around and lay on top of Chloe, kissing her softly as sleep slowly overcame the two of them. Exhaustion and contentment made their eyelids heavy, the warmth of the other's body serving as a catalyst to their journey to sleep. Their lips pressed together gently, until finally they left, and they fell asleep, Helen's left cheek pressed against Chloe's right, their limbs entwined and naked bodies pressed together. Coach King Ch. 10 "Goodbye Jillian," he said, and hung up the phone. Roy went to his liquor cabinet, grabbed a bottle of Scotch and headed back to the living room. Coach King Ch. 11 Author's Note: The following is the eleventh installment of the Coach King series. If you haven't already read the previous chapters, I recommend doing so before you read this one. Thank you to my regular readers and thank you to all who left feedback on the previous chapter. I hope you all enjoy. -Max Coach King Ch. 11 "It'll be alright Chloe," Helen said. "I'm so scared," Chloe replied, sobbing violently, "I... Why do I feel like this? I was always so positive. I knew what I was. Why did that have to change?!" she cried, making it a plea to go back to before. Tears continued to stream down Chloe's face, a look of almost dazed desperation on her face. Like a cornered animal trying to find a way out. Seeing her like this was frightening, and Helen felt guilty for bringing it on like she had, even if it had been unintentional. She'd seen Chloe cry maybe three times in the entire time they'd been friends, but this was the most violent and clear display of distress she'd ever seen Chloe exhibit. "Me and Kayla went through the same sort of thing when we came out. Kayla dealt with it more easily than I did, but we had each other to get through it," Helen said, "I think sexuality has a lot of grey area. You may like mostly girls, like I like mostly boys, but maybe we both like the other sometimes." "Why didn't this happen sooner?" Chloe asked, "I spend all sorts of time around guys." "Maybe this is the first time you've actually admitted how you feel?" Helen offered. Chloe's tears had dried up, her expulsion of grief and anxiety had been violent but it hadn't lasted long. Like a violent thunderstorm that blows itself out, now she just sounded exhausted and scared. "Maybe... But why Mr. King and Chris?" Chloe asked. "Why you and Kayla? I've never really felt attracted to any of the girls you've dated, and it's not like they were ugly or something. At first I thought I liked you because I knew you were gay. But obviously that isn't true, if it were I would have been interested in them too. I came to the conclusion it just sort of happens, there isn't any real reason for it," Helen said. "I'll never live it down," Chloe said. "What?" Helen said. "For the past three years Chris has been saying I'd give in eventually, he must have sensed something I didn't. Some sort of attraction I didn't realise was there," Chloe said. "Do you want to..." Helen began. "I don't know, if I do I'll have to act quickly. The year's almost over and I think I'll go insane if I wait too long," Chloe said. She was right, and the realisation that the year was ending reminded Helen of something. Helen felt a sense of unhappiness as she realised one of her best friends would be leaving soon, she'd known Eric for three years. She'd spent countless hours helping Eric proofread his labs. He'd helped her too, Eric was brilliant at math, and having him help her with homework was like having a private tutor. Chris stayed in Stanford to train with the rowing team during the summer and to work in town, and Helen had continued to get jobs with faculty during the summers, and they'd spent many hours alone just hanging out. Fortunately he'd be back next year, doing a year of graduate studies. Still, only one year left, she'd miss the nights when they'd make popcorn and watch movies together, totally at ease with each other with the whole place to themselves. "I think I need to. Tell him how I feel I mean," Chloe said, interrupting Helen's thoughts. Helen laughed. "What?" Chloe asked. "Trust you to fall for the most masculine guy on campus," Helen said. It was true, Chris was massive, extremely strong, about as far from a girl as you could get. "Well, he's sweet though. Right?" Chloe asked. Helen nodded, "And cute, in a ginormous sort of way. Maybe it's that accent of his." Chloe smiled, "This is so weird." "What?" Helen asked. "Talking about a boy while having a naked girl lying on top of me," Chloe said. "You get used to it," Helen said. Chloe laughed, "I guess you'd know." Helen joined her and then kissed her on the lips. "See, letting it out worked better than trying to lock it up," Helen said. "I guess. It didn't freak you out?" Chloe asked. "Chloe, after the number of times you've held me while I balled my eyes out do you honestly think I'd feel anything other than compassion for you?" Helen asked. Chloe smiled, "I guess not," though it was still clear that she felt embarrassed about breaking down like she had. "Now, we have to figure out how you approach Chris without giving him an aneurism," Helen said. So the two talked late into the night, Chloe slowly adjusting to the idea of what was happening, though still feeling scared. Helen was there though, she was there to protect her and guide her through everything. They came up with a plan that was pretty basic, Chloe would approach Chris privately and tell him how she felt. He'd either accept what she said or he wouldn't. There really wasn't much to plan, just making sure Chloe was prepared to have the conversation with him. Helen wasn't worried about Chris, he was one of the nicest guys she'd ever met, even if he did turn Chloe down (which she thought unlikely) he'd do so gently. The two went to bed at nearly three in the morning, Helen had class at seven but she didn't mind, helping Chloe was more important than her sleep schedule. Coach King Ch. 11 He went to turn off the light, but Chloe stopped him. "I want to see you," she explained. Chris nodded. "We'll go slow," he told her. Chloe nodded and they kissed again, this time Chris put his hand on her knee. She didn't shy away so he brought it up along her leg, his large hand disappeared beneath her long skirt. His thumb brushed against the lacy fringe of her panties, her skirt hiked up partially to the middle of her thighs. Chloe brought her hand to his thigh, trailing upward until her thumb brushed against something and Chris jumped. "Sorry," Chloe said. That was his cock! She realized with a rush of realisation. Chloe wasn't used to maneuvering around with that particular organ in the mix. She'd only brushed up against it but it must have been long, tucked down the leg of his pants. Chris laughed nervously, "No, it's fine. Just a little quick." They resumed their kiss, and Chris' hand grew a little bolder. It followed the fringe around to her mound, and Chloe gasped into his mouth as he trailed lower. Her hand found the growing bulge in his pants again, and he gasped like she had when she put her hand over it. It felt huge, though she didn't have anything to compare it to but the toy Helen had used on her a few days prior. His hands were big too, two large fingers pressed against the lips of her pussy through her panties as they continued to kiss. Chris seemed fascinated by her hair, he ran his fingers through the soft fibres gently, making Chloe hum with pleasure; she loved having her hair played with. Chloe tightened her grip on his cock through his dress pants, exploring the stiff shaft by touch. Chris pressed on her shoulder gently and she lay back on the bed, with him prostrating himself over her with her legs spread around his. They continued to kiss, the intensity growing as their hands explored the other's body. Chloe ran a hand up along his stomach and chest, feeling the well-defined muscles under his shirt while she continued to squeeze his member through his pants. It fascinated her, so hard but also alive, it twitched at her touch and felt powerful even through the layers of clothing. Chris rubbed his fingers along her slit, the juices of Chloe's pussy soaking the lacy fabric of her panties. Chris withdrew and reached under her skirt, pulling her black underwear down her creamy white thighs, along her elegant calves and over her feet. He got back between her legs, laying on top of her as they kissed. His hand went back up between her thighs and his fingers brushed against the secreting lips of her pussy. Chloe moaned low into his mouth, spreading herself wide to him as his fingers searched for her entrance. Her hand found the zipper of his pants and she pulled it down, she reached inside, through the fold of his boxer shorts and found the throbbing beast inside. With great care she drew it out into the open, and her fist wrapped around his bare shaft tight. It was so big, and so warm, pulsing in her hand at the same rate as his heart. She ran her hand along it, feeling the length. It's not going to fit, she realised. Just as that thought ran through her mind Chris pushed one of his fingers past her entrance. Chloe cried out, her mouth leaving his. "Sorry," he said, starting to withdraw. She grabbed his wrist stopping him, "Don't you dare." Chris smiled at her and pushed the appendage further in. Chloe gasped and Chris' mouth went to her neck, letting her moan freely as he sawed his finger in and out of her tight cunt. Just as she was getting used to one finger he pressed another to her entrance and it joined the first inside her. "Oh God," Chloe moaned. So full, and only two fingers. Her tight pussy gripped his large digits like a vice. They were long, going deeper than any she'd ever felt before, and thicker too, stretching her tight. She realised she was still holding his erect cock, and resumed her exploration as he fingered her. Everything felt so weird, familiar sensations ran through her body but for different reasons. His body excited her, but not because of what she could do to it, but because what it could do to her. His touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, she felt safe under him, so protected and sheltered. Chloe had always felt like the one who took charge, even with Kate after they'd grown used to being together. She had always been the dominant partner, but Chris was definitely in charge here. The closest had been with Helen, but she had always been an equal, a partner in bringing each other pleasure. But Chris was the pleasure giver in this scenario, and she lay passively as he gave it to her, accepting that he was in control of the pace. Chloe could say no to anything and he'd stop immediately, but she wanted him desperately, which was something she hadn't expected. She thought it'd be strange to desire him, but it just sort of happened, and the further they went the easier it got. Chris' palm pressed against her clit, causing her to jolt under him. He pressed his hand against it, letting the hard bud trail against the rough palm of his hand, callused from hours of rowing. Chloe's eyes grew wide and her mouth opened in a cry of ecstasy as her first orgasm at the hands of a man washed over her. It was violent, her body twitching and shaking powerfully beneath his as her hips drove up against his fingers, burying them in the depths of her sex as it spasmed from her climax. Chris kissed her neck gently as she came, her moans and whines of pleasure growing steadily fainter as her body relaxed. "Wow," Chloe said shakily. They shared a kiss, affectionate and caring, as Chloe recovered from her orgasm. They made out for a while, Chloe's fist running steadily along the length of Chris' shaft. She thought she'd feel more nervous but everything just sort of seemed to flow, it all felt right because it was with Chris. Someone she'd known for a long time, someone she'd been friends with and who cared about her. "Are you ready?" he asked. "I think so," Chloe said. He stood and undid his belt, and Chloe pulled down the zipper of her skirt and shimmied her way out of it. Chris undid the buttons of his shirt, revealing his muscular torso as he did. His broad shoulders and chest, strengthened by hours spent propelling a boat through the water and in the gym, were exposed to Chloe for the first time. She nervously undid the buttons of her blouse, her bra covered breasts coming into view. Chris watched as she reached behind herself and undid the clasp of the lacy black bra she'd borrowed from Helen. They shared the same bra size and often lent each other their clothes. It grew slack and Chloe pulled it off, her bare breasts coming into view. "God you're beautiful," Chris told her. Chloe smiled and Chris grabbed something from his nightstand before he climbed back into bed. He laid the square packet beside them and returned to their kiss. His hands ran along her bare stomach, flat from working out with Helen six days a week, and up to her breasts. Their tongues swirled together and Chris' fingers pressed into the flesh of her large tits, causing her to purr excitedly into his mouth. He was surprisingly gentle, despite the size and strength of his hands. His naked cock nudged her pubic mound, long and stiff, the head oozing pre-cum. "Now," Chloe said. Chris pulled back, looking down at her. "Are you sure?" he asked. Chloe smiled and nodded. He grabbed the packet and ripped it open, pulling out the condom. Chloe watched in fascination as he rolled it over the length of his stiff shaft, sheathing it before he pressed the head against her opening. He leaned forward and kissed her gently, and entered her. Just like that he was inside, just the first inch but he was in. Chloe was so wet that he slid in with surprising ease, her tight channel stretching to accommodate his girth as if it were made to be inside her. The condom helped, the extra lubrication making the journey his member took to be fully inside her easier. He kept going, kissing her lips over and over gently as he went. Chloe held onto him tight, her eyes shut and brow furrowed as she accepted him inside of her. It was so weird, but so right. To want a man, to crave his touch, it was so new, it was so strange, but it just felt good. Chloe let herself experience this, to enjoy this, thankful that Helen had drawn this side of her out. The final aspect of her duality brought out from the darkness. With one last gentle push, Chris eased his weight on top of her and he was fully inside. "How does it feel?" he asked. "Good," she gasped. "It doesn't hurt?" he asked. "No," she breathed, "It feels good. So full." "You're really tight," he told her. Chloe laughed breathlessly, "You're really big." Chris laughed and kissed her, pushing his hips forward into her. This is good, Chloe thought to herself, they were laughing, they were enjoying themselves. She realised then how big this was for Chris too. He probably had never imagined that this would actually happen, and he was doing an amazing job of making this as good for her as possible. Her clit pressed against his shaft, causing her to groan as little surges of pleasure ran through her body. Chris withdrew partially and pushed back inside, gently fucking her for the first time. It wasn't long before Chloe felt the familiar sensation of an orgasm about to overcome her. Chris thrust into her methodically, keeping a steady rhythm that was comfortable for her, not so fast or hard that it hurt her, but enough that it brought her steadily towards the edge. Chloe was thankful Helen had used the toy on her the previous night again in preparation, otherwise she doubted he would have been able to even get it inside. As it was he pushed into her steadily, and the tingling at Chloe's center started to spread. She hit mini-orgasm when his hips changed angle slightly and ran along her clit, a precursor to the mind blowing climax that ripped through her a moment later. "Oh God!" Chloe cried loudly. Her body convulsed on the bed, her hands clawing at Chris' back as she was assaulted by a series of pulses emanating from her pussy. Pleasure coursed out from her center, causing her back to arch and her toes to curl tightly as her mind was consumed by the euphoric sensation of cumming on Chris's stiff manhood while it was rammed deep inside her cunt. Her legs wrapped around him tight, pulling him even deeper inside, the head of his cock brushing her cervix causing her to breathe in sharply between her moans. Her hips thrust up against him feebly as her body trembled around his shaft, her inner walls flexing against it powerfully. Chris managed to hold back the cum that threatened to erupt from him at any moment, using every trick he knew to stop himself from blowing his load. "Wow," Chloe said shakily again, her blue eyes unfocused as they looked up into his. "Not bad, huh?" he asked playfully. Chloe laughed, "Not bad at all." They kissed, Chris still inside her as they made out, his shaft pulsing dangerously inside her. "Roll over," Chloe said. Chris grabbed her by the waist and did as she said. Chloe was on top now, his shaft still lodged inside her pussy. She leaned forward and braced herself on his shoulders as she began to rock back and forth on his shaft. Chris brought his hands up to her swaying breasts, squeezing the firm orbs and teasing the hard nipples as he did. Chloe's legs flexed, drawing her upward before they relaxed and lowered her back down. She did this a few times, finding a rhythm quickly. Chris moaned as she rode his cock, her tight pussy wrapped tight around him as she impaled herself on his shaft over and over. Her pace increased, her body growing used to having him inside her. The bed creaked from the force of her thrusts down onto his cock, the headboard hitting the brick wall behind it. "Oh fuck!" Chris moaned. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto his cock, and then she felt it. Chris' cock twitched violently inside of her and his face took on an expression of absolute relief. His hands griped her tight, digging into her toned flesh as he exploded inside her, the cum being caught by the condom. Chloe would have thought it impossible, but his cock kept pulsing, kept pouring his seed into the condom, into her if it hadn't been there, filling her womb with his seed. Chloe came at the thought, at the sensation of his organ throbbing inside of her, his cum spewing from the head. Her groan joined Chris' and her arms crumbled beneath her. She lay flat on top of Chris as they came together, their bodies pressed against one another, joined at the sexes. And then it was over. The flow stopped, the pulses ceased, and the trembling of Chloe's pussy came to an end. They lay on top of each other, breathing heavily. Chloe kissed Chris, wanting to feel his lips pressed into hers. His slid out of her, the condom clinging to the wilting shaft as they made out. "Thank you," Chloe said, on the verge of happy tears. Elation flooded through her. She'd never been this happy, never had she felt this good about herself, so utterly and completely in love with another human being. She wouldn't have thought it possible but she loved him, a man, but he wasn't just a man. He was Chris, the slightly bumbling giant who was cute and sweet. And she loved him. They continued to kiss, their bodies growing weary, their eyelids growing heavy, and soon they fell asleep. Coach King Ch. 11 "Hi Mr. King, and you must be Jillian?" Helen asked. Jillian looked a touch nervous in Helen's presence. "I... Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you. Roy's told me all about you," she replied pleasantly. Helen was surprised to find that the words she said were sincere. Jillian seemed genuinely glad to meet her. Strangely Helen found herself liking the woman who only moments earlier she'd considered her rival. "It's very nice to meet you as well," Helen said. "Roy, why don't you go talk to Evelyn?" Jillian suggested. Roy looked uncertain, clearly unsure about what to do. His eyes turned to Helen for direction and she nodded her approval of the suggestion. "Okay," Roy said, clearly unsure. He turned and walked in the direction of the woman Helen knew as Ms. Thomas. When he was gone Jillian turned back to Helen and spoke in a low voice. "I know the full nature of your relationship with Roy, and I accept that you will be with him again in one year's time. I will make sure that I'm gone by then and won't interfere with your reunion; I just ask that you don't harbor any animosity towards him for having a relationship with me in your absence. I understand if you don't care for me, but don't be angry with him. He was a broken man when I found him two years ago, and I shudder to think of what he might have done if I hadn't arrived when I did. I assure you, he loves you very much, he misses you every day, and if you still want him he'll be waiting for you next June," Jillian told her, speaking so quickly and without hesitation Helen got the impression she must have memorized her words. "Thank you," Helen said softly. Jillian smiled, "I see why he loves you. You're incredibly beautiful." And with that she turned and walked away, leaving Helen to speak to Chloe's grandparents. Coach King Ch. 11 Roy kissed her then, full of compassion and caring. She kissed him back, relieved that he didn't hate her. She couldn't have carried that, and for once she felt truly forgiven. This made her love him all the more. Jillian straddled his thighs, kissing him as she undid the buckle of his belt. Their tongues circled each other, their saliva mixing into a homogenous solution while she undid the button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper of his fly. Roy ran his hands along her side, and she gasped into his mouth as they came around her ribcage to her breasts. He pulled her shirt out from her skirt, and began to undo the buttons as she fished in his pants for his cock. Roy moaned when she found it, the soft palm of her hand ran along the smooth shaft. He pushed her blouse over her shoulders, and she let it fall to the floor before resuming her steady stroking of his quickly swelling cock. Roy ran his hands along her flat stomach and around her back, feeling the softness of her ivory skin, and finding the clasp of her bra. He undid it nimbly and she let it fall to the floor as well, now topless and kissing him desperately. Her mouth melded to his, kissing him with full force, the tears from earlier drying on her cheeks which had become flushed with her arousal. Roy's hands on her naked torso were driving her wild. His right was toying with her left breast, squeezing it gently as he toyed with the nipple. His left ran along her back, following the path of her spine with two fingers and gripping the back of her neck tightly as he held her to him. Jillian felt Roy's cock pulse in her hand, virile energy coursing through his veins with every beat of his heart. Her other hand went under his shirt, feeling his abdominal muscles and up to his broad chest. She ran her nail around his areola and felt his shaft twitch in her hand, and she smiled to herself. She pulled upward on his shirt and Roy removed it before bringing both hands to her breasts. Jillian groaned into his mouth as he began to fondle both swells of tit flesh simultaneously, tugging gently at the stiff nipples as she tugged at his fully erect organ. "Bedroom?" Roy asked. "Can't wait," Jillian replied. Their lip-lock resumed and one of Roy's hands went up under Jillian's skirt, rubbing her pussy through her lacy panties. She moaned in his mouth, and gasped when he pushed aside the fabric and penetrated her opening with two wiggling fingers. Roy broke the lip lock and brought his mouth to her right breast, taking her nipple in his mouth. Jillian held him to her tight, pulling him to her chest desperately as he sucked on her stiff nipple. He continued to fondle her other breast, kneading it and tweaking at the stiff bud. Jillian gripped the back of his head tight with one hand, running her fingers through his black hair while she continued to steadily pump his cock with the other. Roy pushed on her shoulder and they rolled over, his mouth never leaving her breast as they swapped positions. He was on top now, and he resumed his steady fingering of her pussy. Jillian whimpered in excited anticipation when his lips left her breast and kissed between them. He knelt down in front of her, and reached under her skirt. Roy pulled her panties down her long toned legs and tossed the black lace to the floor beside them. He ran a hand up one of her stocking clad legs, leaving a trail of wet kisses up the inner thigh of the other. Her scent was heavy under the skirt, her arousal radiating from her in heat and heady musk. Jillian cried out when his mouth went to her center, his tongue running along her slit, tasting the condensation that had formed there. His nose brushed against her clit as he tasted her, sending a jolt of stimulation through her body and causing Jillian to cry out excitedly. Her hands went to the back of his head, her nails running along his scalp as his tongue probed at her entrance. A steady stream of her nectar flowed from her, sweet and tangy in Roy's mouth as he got what would be his final taste of her. His tongue trailed up, pressing against her clit and sending her over the edge to her first climax. Jillian pulled him to her tightly, holding him against her pussy as she writhed on the couch above him, her back arching and her chest thrusting toward the ceiling. His mouth was flooded with her nectar, coating his chin and his lips as he lapped at her sex eagerly. She shuddered and gasped, a long moan escaping through her gritted teeth as she came hard for him. Her nails dug into his scalp, clinging to him as she was wracked with wave after wave of orgasmic bliss, her body convulsing on the couch as he kept her on her high by running his tongue around her clit devilishly. Her first peak ebbed and jolted into another. "Oh God, Roy!" she cried out as a second wave crashed over her. Roy's tongue grew still as her body was once more overcome with her climax, her legs clamping tight around his back as she came. Her stocking clad calves pressed into his shoulder blades, squeezing him against her as she writhed her way through her second eruption. Jillian's grip on him relaxed and he withdrew, catching his breath. She ran her fingers through his hair absently as she recovered, her chest heaving and her face flushed from her climax. Roy reappeared from beneath her skirt, the lower half of his face coated in her juices in a wanton display of what had just occurred. His fingers went to the zipper of her skirt, drawing it down and then pulling it over her legs. Next he gripped the tops of her stockings, pulling them down each of her toned limbs. He took the opportunity to feel the slopes of the long limbs, appreciating just how wonderfully proportioned they were. Jillian was now reclined naked on the couch, and watched as Roy stood. She sat up, pulling him to her by the waist and kissing his stomach. His partially erect cock pressed against her neck and she brought her mouth lower, kissing her way down its length as it grew to full mast once more. Her lips wrapped tightly around the head and she pulled herself forward, relaxing the muscles of her throat so she could take his full length into her waiting cavity. Roy stood in front of her, looking down at her as she gazed up at him, her round brown eyes staring up at him adoringly as she took him into her throat. His fingers combed through her long dark hair, and he sighed when his balls rested against her chin. She withdrew, inhaling deeply through her nose before drawing him back inside her mouth. Her tongue ran along the underside of his shaft, the warmth of her mouth enveloping his cock. She withdrew and stroked him in her fist as her mouth went to his balls, taking one and then the other into her mouth, applying gentle suction to each before running her tongue along his raphe. "Turn around," Roy said. Jillian let go of him and did as he said, bracing her hands on the back of the couch as Roy positioned himself behind her. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, poised to penetrate her, but Roy paused. Jillian pushed back on him and his saliva coated shaft slid up inside her, she gasped as her pussy stretched to accommodate its girth. She pushed back against him, grinding her ass against his pelvis as he stood behind her, holding her hips, gently pulling back on her. He gradually added thrusts of his own, meeting hers midway. His hands went over the firm orbs of her ass, squeezing each gently before he ran his hands further up her back. Roy gripped her shoulders and used them as leverage to thrust hard up into her, causing Jillian to gasp in surprise and pleasure. He gave her a few more hard thrusts before returning to the gentler rhythm of earlier, meeting her thrusts with careful precision. His hands trailed down her back and went around her side, running along her ribcage before coming around to grab her swaying tits. Roy took one of the firm swells in each hand, feeling the flesh mold to his grip and dimpling where his fingers pressed. Her nipples dug into his palms, hard nubs dragging along the rough flesh as they kept a steady rhythm to their lovemaking. The position they were in allowed for maximum penetration, and with every thrust Roy threatened to hit the back of Jillian's vaginal canal. He brought his hands down from her breasts, letting them sway freely as he trailed his fingers across her stomach. One went between her legs, finding her clit and making Jillian gasp when he circled the hard bud with his middle finger. His other hand returned to her waist and he increased his pace, shoving his cock into her forcefully from behind while he toyed with her clit. Jillian groaned and braced herself against the barrage of his hips against her ass, gripping the back of the couch tight as he plowed into her. The stimulation of her clit, the depth of penetration, and the force of his body colliding with hers sent Jillian over the edge once more. Her hands clutched the backrest of the couch tight, her nails digging into the upholstery as her climax overwhelmed her. Jillian cried out loudly, every part of her body vibrating excitedly as her brain was clouded by the fog of lust that consumed her at the peak of her arousal. Roy rammed his cock deep up into her, holding it inside her quivering channel as she rode out her orgasm. The squeezing of her inner muscles on his cock threatened to make him cum far sooner than he wanted, and it took a great deal of self-control to pull back from the edge. Mercifully the spasms stopped, and her body began to relax. Jillian slumped over the back of the couch, her arms suddenly feeling weak. Roy stayed still, waiting for her to recover before they continued. He withdrew, and stepped back from her. "Let's go upstairs," he said. Jillian nodded and followed him up to his bedroom. They entered and Roy laid back on the bed, letting Jillian mount him before bringing her lips to his. His erect cock pressed against her warm stomach, coated with their combined juices and her saliva. Jillian shifted her hips and gripped his shaft, bringing the head to her entrance and easing herself down onto it, burying it inside her once more. She straightened her back and rocked her hips back and forth, gently riding him before she increased her range of motion. Jillian rode up and down, her breasts bouncing unrestrained. Roy was close, he took hold of her hips and pulled her down to him, ramming his hips upward to meet her. With every impact he was brought closer, every motion of her hips bringing him closer to his inevitable release. Her grabbed her hips tight and pulled him against her, rolling over and driving down into her madly. He felt it rising up, the pressure starting low and then suddenly bursting in explosive eruption of his cum. Jillian moaned as his climaxed took hold of him, able to feel the strings of cum shooting inside her womb as his cock flexed in her tight channel. The hot sticky substance flooded her, splattering her insides with his seed. Roy pressed his mouth to her, mashing his lips against her as his body jerked above hers, his cock continuing to pour his cum inside of her. The flow finally became a trickle and the spasms of his shaft relaxed, leaving Jillian filled with his infertile seed and Roy panting above her. He kissed her hungrily, longingly, missing her although she was not yet gone, not wanting her to leave. But she was, she'd decided that three years ago. She'd given herself a deadline, just as she had the summer they'd met. They'd reached that deadline, they'd come to the end, and she was satisfied. Jillian wished they'd had more time, and that they'd had more nights like this, but she'd had him for her time and was now ready to move on. To find someone who wasn't already in love, someone else to heal or someone to heal her. Roy lay on his side beside her, and Jillian molded her body to his. The pair fell into their usual sleeping arrangement, their legs brushing against each other, her ass pressed against his groin, his hand resting between the two of hers. They savored the moment, exhaustion overwhelming them, their eyelids becoming heavy, and for the final time they fell asleep entwined. Roy awoke the following morning to find that Jillian was gone. He heard her in the shower, and rested his head back against the pillow. He ran his hand along the warm spot left by her body in front of him. The shower stopped and he heard shuffling in the bathroom for a few minutes before she emerged. Jillian crossed the room and laid out her clothes for her trip, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Roy watched her getting dressed, admiring her as she pulled her panties up her legs. She put a bra on next, a simple white garment that shielded her breasts from his gaze for the final time. Next was her shorts, and then finally her top. Jillian combed her fingers through her damp hair and returned to the bathroom with a brush in hand. The hair dryer went on and when she returned her hair was back to being the wavy cascade he'd always adored. She packed up the rest of her belongings, looking around the room searchingly for anything she might have accidentally left behind. There was nothing, there was no more, no loose ends, no missing pieces. She was done here. All that was left to do was say goodbye and drive over to the bus terminal. "You should get dressed," Jillian said, and she left the room. Roy got up and did as she said, pulling on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and combed his hair, and then went downstairs to find her. She was sitting on the couch, facing the TV but not looking at it. Jillian's eyes were cast above it, through the window behind the screen, staring off into the woods that surrounded the house. Roy approached her and rested a hand on her shoulder, she jumped slightly and turned to look at him. "It's time to go," Roy said. Jillian nodded. Roy grabbed her bag and led her to the car, throwing it into the backseat before he got behind the wheel. Jillian sat quietly in the passenger seat, staring out the window thoughtfully as they drove down the highway. He stayed quiet, knowing that nothing he said would make things better. This was going to be hard, no matter what. They'd shared three years together, walking away from that wasn't going to be painless, no matter how logical they tried to be about it. They weren't mad at each other, they hadn't fallen out of love, it was simply a matter of them not belonging with each other. Jillian belonged back home, and Roy belonged wherever Helen was. They understood this, but it was still a hard thing to accept. Roy followed the speed limit, but it still felt like they got to the terminal far too quickly. He parked the car and the two exited it. The parking lot was empty apart from the bus itself, ready to carry Jillian away to Hartford, and from there a plane waited to bring her back home across the Atlantic. The bus was due to leave in fifteen minutes and the two stood together near it, their hands clasped together as if that would somehow slow the passage of time. Jillian turned to face him, preparing to say something. "Make sure you love her," Jillian said. "Pardon?" Roy asked. "Give her everything you have. Make sure that she knows you love her every day, and never for an instant stop loving her. Promise me, promise me you'll make her feel the way you've made me feel for the past three years for the rest of your life. Love her for Kayla, love her for the mother that refused to once her true self was revealed, and for the father that never bothered to even try. Because you're all she wants, and you're all she has," she said. "What if she's found someone else?" he asked. "She hasn't, I promise," she said. "How do you know?" Roy asked. Because I feel the same way, Jillian thought to herself, but she didn't say it. She never would, she couldn't. Jillian couldn't keep him from her, not after everything they'd been through together. She'd only met Helen briefly, but the short conversation they'd shared had been enough to make her know how deeply the young woman cared for Roy. Helen deserved him more than she did, and she had duties to fulfill back home. She'd been hiding away, but she couldn't do that any longer. It was time to go home. The bus driver came over to them and took Jillian's bag, loading it in the storage beneath the bus. Jillian and Roy faced each other, hugging tightly before parting slightly. Their eyes met, followed by their lips as a flood of emotion coursed through them. Jillian kissed him desperately, pouring her love for him into one last kiss, knowing that this time there was no maybe, and that this was the final time. Because after she left, Helen was going to come back, and Roy would only have kisses for her. So she held him, pulling her mouth to his, their tongues entwining, and their bodies pressing against each other. Until it came to an end, an invisible cue was hit and they both withdrew, knowing it was over. They looked at each other, taking one last opportunity to implant the other's image in their minds. "Goodbye, Roy," Jillian said. "Goodbye, Jillian," he replied. She turned, and walked to the open door. When she reached it, Jillian turned and looked at him. She had a sudden impulse, a notion to run to him, to throw herself into his arms, to refuse to leave... But it passed. With one last glance, and one last wave, Jillian grabbed the handrail and climbed into the bus. The door shut behind her and the bus started to move as soon as she sat down. Roy stood in the parking lot, watching it go, watching as it disappeared down the highway away from Roy, and carrying Jillian Hayes along with it. Coach King Ch. 11 They went through nine states on their journey before arriving in Florence. And now it was time for Helen to set out on her own. Chris was driving when they got to the bus terminal, with Chloe in the passenger seat. He parked the car and Helen got out. Chloe and Chris got out as well and he rummaged through the assorted belongings in the back of the station wagon for Helen's suitcase while Chloe and Helen talked. "Make sure you call me when you get there," Chloe said. She didn't like Helen setting out on her own, she was worried she'd get attacked by a crazy homeless person or something. "I'll be fine," Helen assured her. Chloe looked worried, "It'll be fine," she said. Helen nodded. "Here," Chloe said, opening her arms. Helen fell into her embrace and the two hugged tight until they were interrupted by Chris. "There's the bastard," he said, pulling out Helen's suitcase from the heap of stuff in the wagon. He handed it to Helen and hugged her tight. "Good luck Helen, and don't be a stranger now, y'hear?" he said. Helen smiled, "Thanks Chris." Chloe looked at Helen and shifted uncomfortably, looking at her and then Chris and then back at her. Clearly conflicted, she generally avoided physical displays of affection toward Helen directly in front of Chris. He'd given her permission to carry on the physical aspect of their friendship, but she didn't like to rub it in his face. "Oh for God's sake, just kiss the damn girl," Chris said. Chloe beamed and threw herself at Helen. What followed was a tearful, giggly, and not altogether graceful kiss. Their mouths fused together, their tongues entwined and danced a sultry tango. Chloe held onto the back of Helen's head, pulling her mouth up to hers as Helen pulled her downward. The kiss turned into another, and then another. Chloe reassuring Helen that everything would be alright, Helen promising that they'd see each other again. Though it wouldn't be the same then, hopefully she'd be with Roy, and that meant that this would be the last kiss they ever shared. Helen pulled Chloe close, trying to show her gratitude and love in one last kiss. Chris coughed uncomfortably. "Uh, not that I mind the view but... You're bus is going to leave any minute and you're not on it," he said. The two girls pulled away. "I love you," Chloe said. "I love you too," Helen said. They kissed each other quickly once more before Helen picked up her suitcase and looked at the two of them. Chloe so beautiful, Chris so handsome, his arm draped over her shoulder comfortingly. Helen knew Chloe would be okay without her, that she'd grown comfortable with loving Chris. It was time for Helen to leave the picture and let the two of them be together. "Alright, well, see you later?" Helen said. Chloe nodded, "Make sure you call." "I will," Helen assured her again. After saying a final goodbye Helen turned and walked to the bus, she handed the suitcase to the driver and went to the bus's open door. She climbed in and sat down, finding a seat near the front that was vacant. The driver closed the door and the bus lurched into motion. Helen looked out the window and waved to Chloe and Chris as the bus carried her away. It turned onto the highway and headed north; taking her away from her friends and towards the man she loved. Roy. Coach King Ch. 12 Author's Note: The following is the twelfth and final installment of the 'Coach King' series. If you haven't done so already, I recommend reading the previous chapters before you read this one. I'd like to thank all of my readers for the support they've provided me throughout the course of writing this series. You've made this experience incredible and have been wonderfully encouraging. -Max *** "Roy," Helen said softly, walking towards him slowly. She looked beautiful. The years they'd been separated had been kind to her. Her hair was longer than it had been the last time he'd seen her, but her face was the same. She had the same boldly elegant cheekbones, the same full lips, the same enchanting blue-green eyes. She was wearing a white skirt and a yellow tank-top, showing off her California tan. She'd remained active, her figure athletic and carefully maintained. Roy realised how poorly his memory of her reflected her true beauty. He found himself as desperately attracted to her as the first time he'd set eyes on her. Roy realised he'd been holding his breath and let it go. "How've you been?" he asked. They were the only words that came to mind. He felt tongue tied, overwhelmed by her presence. This had never happened to Roy before, he wanted to tell her how much he'd missed her, about how absolutely sorry he was for ever sending her away. But it wouldn't come out, and Helen looked disappointed by his reception. "Good," she replied. They were talking in hushed voices for some reason, as if they were afraid to scare the other away. They looked at each other warily, uncertain, afraid. "When did you get back?" Roy asked. "Earlier today, my aunt is doing some end of year paperwork and I thought I'd tag along to visit some of my old teachers," Helen replied. She wanted to jump him. To press her body against his, to feel his lips against hers, but she stopped herself. Helen felt strangely afraid of Roy, unsure of whether he wanted the same. They could be together now, the age difference made things unconventional but she was no longer his student. But did he want to be with her? "How was Stanford?" he asked. The way she shifted her weight back and forth on her feet made him yearn for her, the old habit bringing back all sorts of old and pleasant memories. Roy knew he wanted her, he'd been waiting four years for her return, but did she want him? He'd seen the look she'd given him at the wedding, but had that been wishful thinking? She'd had four years to change her mind, four years with other men and women, in all likelihood she'd found someone other than him. "Good," Helen replied. Helen knew about his relationship with Jillian, and remembered Jillian's promise to leave before she came back, but still she was worried. What if she hadn't left? What if Roy was going to have to choose? Would he choose the love-struck student or the elegant woman Helen had met at her Aunt's wedding a year earlier? Helen bit her lip nervously. "You look beautiful," Roy told her. She smiled, "You're looking good too." It was true, the years seemed to have hardly touched Roy. He had a bit more grey in his dark hair, and the lines around his eyes were a little clearer, but overall he looked staggeringly similar. "Listen, Roy... I..." she began hesitantly. Roy's heart sank, a deep sense of sadness washing over him. She's found someone else, Roy thought to himself. "Helen, it's alright. What's their name?" Roy asked. A look of confusion crossed her face, "What are you talking about?" "Who are you seeing?" Roy asked. Helen laughed, "I'm not seeing anyone, I was going to ask if you and Jillian..." "No, she's gone," Roy replied. Helen sighed in audible relief, "Well that's good." "Why's that?" Roy asked smiling. "Because I'd have to take a page out of Kayla's book and 'deal' with her," Helen said. Each strode towards the other, meeting each other half-way and wrapped their arms around one another. Helen squeezed him tight, and Roy held her just as tightly. They clutched each other desperately, tears of joy brimming in their eyes. Helen looked up at Roy, a radiant smile forming on her lips, a look of sheer and utter happiness on her face. Being in his arms once more, his warm body pressed against her, his familiar scent drifting up into her nostrils, it all felt so right. Roy ran his hand up along the familiar curvature of her spine, his fingers going through the silky soft mane of her hair. Helen drew herself upward, her eyes closing and her lips pursing. Roy gripped the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his. Their lips formed against each other, Helen was shaking with excitement and nervousness, wanting so desperately for this to be as good as it had been before. Roy reached up with his other hand and cupped the side of her face, his warm hands pressing against her flushed cheek. She relaxed at his touch and the nervousness faded away, leaving only excitement. Their lips parted to grant the other's tongue access to their mouths. Helen's tongue slid along the underside of Roy's, the familiar taste of her mouth sent exhilarating shivers down Roy's spine. She moaned into his mouth, and pushed him against the wall. Helen pressed her body against his, her breasts flattening against his chest as the curves of her feminine form molded to his masculine. Her fingers combed through his hair, her nails running along his scalp gently, pulling his mouth to hers in desperation. Roy's hand left her cheek and trailed down and around, pressing against her lower back. Helen's crotch pressed into Roy's groin, she felt so hot, flush spreading across her cheeks and lower in her neck. Her pussy was pulsing with need, wet and desperate to have him inside her once more. Roy's hand crept lower, cupping her ass over her skirt. Helen moaned and pushed herself more firmly against Roy in encouragement, their tongues swirling together in a lustful dance. She wrapped a leg around him, her calf resting against the back of his thigh. Roy could feel the heat of her pussy, it radiated from her center, bathing his groin in her warmth. He reached lower under her skirt, hiking it up and pressing his hand against her bare ass. Helen trembled against him, feeling his touch on her skin after so long was sending little pulses of pleasure through her body. Roy reached lower, between her thighs, the tips of his fingers brushing along the wetness of her pussy. Helen gasped in his mouth, she hadn't worn panties; she never did with him. His fingers strained further, running along her glistening labia, their tongues continuing their dance with an extra sense of urgency. Helen hadn't had a man since Eric over three years earlier, and Roy's touch, along with the euphoria of their successful reunion, set Helen off quickly. Her leg stiffened, her supporting foot going up on tiptoes, her calf flexing tightly as she gasped into Roy's mouth. She shuddered against him, her pussy flooding his hand with her nectar and her wetness trailing down her inner thigh as she came for him for the first time in four years. A blissful release of all the fear and uncertainty she'd felt over the past four years released in a few short moments. Helen's body vibrated against his, her chest heaving as her orgasm rocked it, disproportionately large to the amount of stimulation she'd received. Her heated pants slowly became steadier, and she pulled away, a smile and a wry quip ready on her lips. Then a voice came from the door. "Helen?" Pam said softly. Helen jumped away from Roy as if electrocuted, smoothing down her skirt hurriedly. She looked at her aunt, and then back at Roy, then back at her aunt again. Roy stared at Pam, her form illuminated in the doorway, her blue eyes wide with shock. "I..." Helen tried to say, but her words failed her. For a full year they'd managed to keep their relationship a secret, and for four years afterward their true feelings remained unknown to everyone but Chloe and Jillian. The lies they'd told, the people they'd deceived, everything Helen and Kayla had given up making the relationship work with Roy. Now, after all that, after everything they'd done with each other in the school, in Roy's car, during the tournaments for volleyball, at his house, at Helen's house, all of it. Now, after being back in Riverside for less than a day, after being back with Roy for less than ten minutes, they'd finally been caught. There was no lie for what her aunt had witness, no explanation. They'd been careless for a few short minutes, and now the truth was out. Pam gazed at them, confused, unable to believe what she'd just witnessed. "Pam..." Roy started to say. "How long..." Pam asked, starting to recover. "Aunty Pam, it just started..." Helen began. "No Helen," Roy stopped her. Helen looked at him entreatingly, "Roy, no." "When Roy? When did this start?" Pam asked as evenly as she could, her voice shaking. They could lie, tell her that they'd started after Helen had left Wood Creek Secondary, tell her that they'd kept everything a secret for the sake of propriety. There was no proof to the contrary. If they told the truth, Roy would have to be fired. Pam would be forced to do so, anything less would be negligent on her part. Relationships between students and teachers was strictly prohibited, it was a basic and stringent rule. But he'd promised Helen, he'd promised her that if she came back after her four years of college and still loved him, he'd stop doubting his ability to make her happy, and be with her without secrets. He refused to start this new chapter of their lives together with lies, especially to someone who deserved the truth. Pam was the only family Helen had left, and she was someone Roy considered a close friend. Lying to her would be an egregious mistake. "Almost five years ago, less two weeks," Roy replied. Helen looked dismayed, but understood what he was doing. She'd been hoping to do this differently, to explain it to her aunt carefully, to somehow make her understand that this wasn't the sick thing it appeared to be. "How could you?" Pam asked, her voice low and dangerous. "He didn't start it, I did," Helen said, "The summer before I entered twelfth grade, I wasn't his student yet," Helen said, trying to build a defense. "The summer? You mean while you were fucking me too?" Pam spat at Roy. "Pam, I know that this looks really, really awful, but I assure you it wasn't like you think it was," Roy said. "What? You weren't fucking me while you were fucking my niece? Was I not young enough for you? You needed a teenager to get off?!" Pam shouted. "No, it wasn't like that," Helen insisted. Pam's gazed stayed fixed on Roy, it was almost as if she didn't even register Helen's presence. "Have there been others?" Pam asked. "Yes," Roy replied. Pam's hands went to her temples, "Who?" She couldn't believe what she was hearing. How had this happened? How could this man, a man she held in such high esteem, a man she'd thought she might have loved once, how could this man be something so abhorrent? She trusted him, she believed him to be noble and good. He'd motivated her to find someone who was kind to her, he was the reason why she'd began her relationship with Wayne. The one who taught her she was capable of love. "Kayla," Helen answered. "Kayla..." Pam said softly, the pieces falling into place. "We came out, but told everyone we were gay instead of bi. It let the three of us be together, and it helped me figure out who I really am," Helen said. "I trusted you, I thought you were a good man!" Pam screamed at Roy. Roy stood there impassively, letting her shout at him. "You're a pervert! A vile piece of shit that took advantage of two young girls, and then, even after one died you didn't stop, did you?" Pam asked. Roy shook his head. "Of course you didn't. What did you say to them? Did you tell them that you loved them? Did you promise to be with them forever? That you'd provide for them if they just kept fucking you? He never loved you Helen, he's just a sad, lecherous man," Pam spat venomously. "No," Roy said darkly, "I gave her up. I sent her away. I refused to see her, and had virtually no contact with her for four years. I told her to meet new people, and said whatever I could to make her feel okay with doing it. Yes, I fucked up when I started our relationship, but I did the best I could to end it," Roy said. Helen's eyes welled up in tears, Roy's words wounded her. "I thought you wanted to be with me," she said softly. "Helen, I love you. I want you to be happy, and I want you to have a long life with somebody you love. If I had been born twenty-five years later maybe we would have had a chance, but as it stands I can't let you do this to yourself," Roy said. "No!" Helen shouted, tears in her eyes, "Get out!" she shouted at Pam, squaring off against Roy, facing him. Pam looked at the two of them, unsure what to make of this turn. There was clearly more to this dynamic than she'd originally thought. There was obvious and clear love between the two of them, and Roy was pushing Helen away, why would he do that if all he wanted was a sex partner? It would be easier to just turn them into tragic lovers and proclaim his love, to cast herself as a villain who didn't understand. He didn't have to do what he was doing. What's he playing at? Pam asked herself. "Out, now! This is between him and me, you don't have a say!" Helen shouted at her aunt. Pam took a step back, the look on Helen's face was terrifying. Pam only seen it one other place, her mother's. Erica Hall had had that same look, that look of controlled rage, passion contained and directed. Helen had never shown this sort of anger, certainly not towards her, not even towards her mother the day they'd last seen each other. "I won't say it again: Get. The. Fuck. Out," Helen said dangerously. Pam took another step back, and another followed it, cowering away from the blaze of Helen's anger. She shut the door behind her and stood in the dimly lit hallway, her heart racing. "Now," Helen said, turning her attention back to Roy, "You were telling me who I should love." Roy didn't cower like Pam had. She'd reminded him of all the reasons he'd sent Helen away, all the reasons he'd allowed himself to forget because of the honey Jillian had poured into his ears. Her gentle assurances that what he'd done was alright, that what had happened wasn't some sort of abomination, but a beautiful flourishing of love out of hardship. No. Pam was right, he had taken advantage of Helen and Kayla. Now it was time he set it right. "You deserve better," Roy said simply. "You're more than enough," Helen replied. "I can't give you children," he said. "Vasectomy's can be reversed. You aren't too old to start a new family," she countered. "They don't always work," Roy said. "Then we'll adopt. Roy, I've had four years to think of the flaws in this arrangement. Do you really think I don't have an answer for every single one of your problems? I'm not a moron, I know that you're much older than I am, but I'm an adult. I was an adult when I met you, you didn't take advantage of me I took advantage of you. I knew how upset you were about your wife, I knew that you found me attractive, and I knew that the girls of the team needed a coach. So I flirted with you, I made you interested, then I got carried away and now we're in the mess we're in. But it worked, you went to work at Wood Creek and three girls on our squad went to college that year on partial athletic scholarship because of their participation on our volleyball team. Yes, they weren't at the top schools in the country, but still they got college educations they might not otherwise had. Don't you understand that? The good you've done here?" "Helen I don't..." Roy began. "Shut up and for once let me talk!" Helen shouted. Roy fell silent. "You don't get why I love you do you? You don't get why Kayla did either, you just think we went gaga over you because you're some mature stud. Yes, you're attractive, that's obvious, but that isn't why I came back to you after four years," Helen said. "Why did you come back?" Roy asked. "Because you sent me away, because you refused to let me make what you thought was the biggest mistake of my life, and why right now you are trying to do it again even though it kills you inside. That's why, because you loved us. Not in the way that teenage girls love Justin Bieber or the Jonas Brothers, but in the way that makes me feel like there's only one possible person for me left on this planet. It wasn't like that before Kayla...," Helen paused, still having to brace herself to say the words, "before Kayla died," she finished. "But after, when I was alone, when I was scared, it was you that saved me. It wasn't my Aunt, it wasn't Chloe, and it sure as hell wasn't my mother, it was you. I love you for that so much it physically hurts, like there's this weight on top of me that only disappears when we're together. And then, after four years of that suffering, just when I think the weights been lifted, this time for good, you tell me I don't know what I'm saying?! That I don't really know how I feel?" "Helen, I never said..." Roy began. "You said you can't let me do this to myself," Helen interrupted, "Like I'm some sort of child that has no clue what I want. I've seen more hardship in my life at twenty-three than many see in a lifetime. I have a mother who despises who I am, the girl I loved lies dead in the ground, and the man I love is convinced I'm some sort of imbecile incapable of recognizing the fact that our love is unconventional. Fuck conventional, screw what society tells us is right, and fuck you if you tell me not to love you..." Helen shouted, stumbling forward. Roy swooped forward and caught her. Helen looked shaken, suddenly weak. Roy held her and realised she was shaking with sobs, tears were trailing down her cheeks. She'd held it together long enough to plead her case, but now she'd broken. He held her tight, caressing the back of her head as he held it to his chest. "I'm sorry," he said. Helen started to cry harder, misinterpreting his apology. Thinking he meant he was still going to send her away. But he wasn't. For the first time Roy realised that he'd been the foolish one, and that he'd also been cruel. He couldn't send Helen away, not with the pain it would cause her, not with the pain it would cause him, he had to make good on his promise to Jillian. She'd been right, he was all Helen had, and all she wanted. He was just sorry it'd taken him so long to realise it. "Helen no, I meant I'm sorry for being so stupid. For being so..." He didn't get to finish, Helen's lips were back on his. It was a wet kiss, full of tears and saliva. Helen's breathing was shaky, but he realised she was laughing, giggling into his mouth happily as she kissed him. A wave of happiness washed over him, and of relief. The kiss ended after a long while, and Helen continued to hold on to Roy as if she were afraid he'd fade away. Pam re-entered the classroom after she heard the shouting stop. She stared at the two of them, seeing the affection, the genuine love between them, but it was still wrong. "Roy, I..." she began, "I have to fire you," Pam said, "If someone figures out when you two started seeing each other..." It was weird, but seeing the two of them together made sense somehow. They just sort of fit together perfectly. Pam didn't think it should have been possible, that the years separating them should make them incompatible but it looked to be the exact opposite. But it was wrong, so obviously wrong, but seeing them together... Coach King Ch. 12 "I'm sorry Pam," Roy said. Pam nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Helen turned and went to hug her aunt, Pam opened her arms and they shared an embrace. "I was going to tell you, but I never could think of a good way to do it," Helen said. Pam laughed dryly, "I don't think there ever would be a good way." She was still angry with Roy, for personal reasons as well as moral. He'd chosen Helen and Kayla over her and that hurt her pride. Pam had Wayne, and she loved him dearly, but Roy had been the one she'd loved first, and he'd dropped her without any explanation. Now she understood, and seeing the result of his decision she saw he'd done what he thought was right, but it still stung and felt wrong to her. Pam considered trying to break them apart, but she knew it wouldn't work, and knew she was the last family Helen had. She had to support her even if she didn't agree with what she was doing. Helen pulled out of the hug and a strange peace fell over the three people. The hum of a fan somewhere down the hall and the creaking of the building were the only sounds around them as they stood in the dim. Helen shifted back and forth on her feet unconsciously, looking at Roy. Pam saw the look, the desire, the need to be with him. "Well, I guess you two have some catching up to do," Pam said, the words feeling strange coming out of her mouth, "I'll see you at home later?" she asked Helen. "I..." Helen looked at Roy. He smiled at her. "Maybe tomorrow morning," Helen said blushingly. Pam nodded, clearing her throat awkwardly as she turned and walked away. She flashed a withering stare at Roy as she went, and he knew she'd never forgive him for this. He sat back on his desk, trying to process everything that had just happened. Helen approached him and took his hand, interlinking her fingers with his. She hopped up onto the desk beside him, resting her head on his shoulder gently, trailing the ridges of his knuckles with her thumb. "I love you," she said after a long silence. "I love you too," Roy replied confidently. And for the first time, he didn't feel ashamed. *** Roy pushed the key into the lock blindly, Helen's lips fused to his as he fumbled to get the front door open. With a snort of victory he slid the key home and they went stumbling into his house. They crumpled to the floor, Roy sitting back on the welcome mat with Helen straddling his legs. Their mouths remained affixed, their tongues desperately searching each other's mouths. Roy's hands trailed up and cupped Helen's breasts through her shirt, the familiar weight filling his hands. Helen moaned pleasurably into his mouth and ran her hands along his torso in desperation. She fumbled with the first few buttons of his shirt before she lost patience. "How much do you like this shirt?" she asked hurriedly. "Uh, it's okay I guess," Roy said, Lorie had bought it for him years ago. Helen yanked hard on it, pulling it apart. The buttons popped and were sent clattering through the entranceway as his bare chest was finally exposed to Helen's searching hands. They went to his muscular chest, circling both nipples with the nail of her thumb as she leaned forward and resumed their lip lock. Roy's hands went under her tank top, running along her toned abdomen to her breasts, squeezing them through her bra. Helen broke the kiss again to pull her shirt over her head and unclasp the white bra beneath it. She tossed them somewhere behind Roy and dove back down in to the desperate kiss. Roy's hands returned to her breasts and gave her nipples the same treatment she'd given his, his nails sending shivers of excitement through Helen's spine. "Oh fuck," Helen gasped. Her body was on fire, vibrating with need for him. It was explosive, a volatile mixture of depravity and love. Helen's hands continued their journey south, undoing the button of his jeans and pulling the zipper down. She pushed Roy back, so he was lying on the floor with her straddling his body. He cupped the back of her head as she leaned over him and brought her mouth to his once more. Her mouth went lower, kissing his chin, then his neck, her body practically quaking with her need. Her hand went searching for his cock, going through the fold in his boxers and finding the mostly erect organ quickly. Roy moaned and Helen gasped happily as her soft hand wrapped around his stiff manhood. "God I missed this," she whispered into his ear huskily. Helen shifted her hips, pressing his cockhead against her soaked entrance, the nectar of her sex soaking his stiff cock as it flowed freely from her starving pussy. With a groan of pure ecstasy Helen lowered herself down. The head entered first, prying apart the wet folds of her sex and stretching the opening as it passed through. She felt the ridge where his cockhead sloped into his shaft, and felt every vein that lined it pressing into the walls of her hot channel. Every ridge and bump was felt as she lowered herself down into his lap, returning his manhood to its rightful place. It was halfway in when Helen hit her first climax. "Oh God," Helen moaned happily as the euphoria washed over her. Her channel gripped his cock tight as spasms coursed through it, the vibration of her arousal turning into violent shudders of orgasmic lust as her body was assaulted by wracking bouts of pure ecstasy. Roy's cock pulsed dangerously inside of her, but he held back, a feat made difficult by the sight of Helen's face as it took on an expression of unadulterated pleasure. Her eyes were wide, glazed in lust, her lips parted as her moans escaped her. The orgasm seemed to last an eternity, a release of thousands of hours of pent up sexual frustration finally being given an outlet. Helen crumpled on top of Roy, his shaft still partially buried inside of her. Her chest convulsed against his as she began to laugh happily on top of him, it was infectious and Roy found himself joining in her happy laughter. "Jesus that feels good," Helen gasped finally. Roy pushed up into her, more of his shaft pushing up inside her well soaked channel. Her nectar trailed down his shaft and balls, lubricating the point of their union. His hand gripped her waist under her skirt, and she began to slowly ride him. She was tight and incredibly hot, and so very full. Helen kissed Roy's neck as he thrust up into her, fucking her gently as she cooed pleasurably into his ear. The front door was still open, warm air of the early summer evening kissing their skin as they made love for the first time in four years. Helen straightened, the strength returning to her arms. She rocked back, burying the entire length of Roy's engorged shaft inside her starving cunt. Helen groaned happily at the sensation, at how full he made her feel, it was familiar and exciting at the same time. Helen gyrated her hips on top of Roy, savoring the feeling of full his cock gave her, feeling every ridge run against the inner walls of her sex as she finally drew herself upward. His cock glistened with their combined juices, his pre-cum mixed with her sweet nectar. Helen pulled up until just the head of his cock was still inside, and then lowered herself once more, his cock burrowing inside the deep recesses of her sex. She did this again, and again, gradually increasing the pace of her thrusts, her face grew flushed and sweat glistened on her tanned flesh. Helen's legs flexed taut, drawing herself up and then relaxed, lowering herself back into his lap, bouncing happily on his shaft. Roy held her waist, steadying her as she rode him, watching her heavy breasts bounce and shudder enticingly as she did, and seeing the look of concentration and pleasure on her face. His orgasm was approaching, he could feel the pressure building at the base of his cock, ready to erupt from his body at any moment. He ran a hand up her back, feeling the smoothness of the flesh, staggered once more by how beautiful she was. She hadn't changed much physically, perhaps she'd filled out a touch, the last remnants of adolescent awkwardness disappearing, leaving her the absolute personification of everything Roy considered beautiful. It wasn't her body though, it was what Roy felt for her that made it that way, his love for her made it impossible to perceive anything but good from her. His hand went between her shoulder blades and he pulled her upper body down towards him, and their lips met once more. Helen breathed heavily into his mouth, continuing to push back against his cock, her hunger for him desperate and insatiable. Roy gripped her waist and thrust up into her powerfully, causing Helen to moan loudly. "That's it Roy," she said to him. Roy did it again, ramming his cock deep inside her tight cunt. Helen cried out, "Oh God, that feels good." He did it again, building a rhythm, pulling her to him by the waist. Roy rolled her over and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as he drove down into her. Helen wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her. The force of his thrusts increased and they began to slide forward, the mat gliding along the hardwood floor. It wasn't much, but it made it difficult for Roy to take her as hard as they both wanted. Roy kicked his pants off his legs and grabbed Helen tight by the waist. "Hold on," he warned Helen. Helen wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he rocked backward, using the momentum to bring him to his feet. He lifted her with a grunt, staggering backward unsteadily before he stepped forward and pinned her against the wall. Their bodies shone with sweat, Roy's tattered shirt clung to his shoulders, and all their other garments lay strewn along the entranceway. Helen slid down the wall slightly, burying more of his shaft inside her. It was so deep, brushing against her cervix, making her feel so utterly full. They breathed heavily against one another, both trying to pull back from the edge, teetering on the precipice. Helen feathered kisses along the warm flesh of Roy's throat, tasting the salty perspiration as he recovered and began to take her once more. He gripped her ass tightly, shoving up into her hard, causing her to gasp loudly into his ear. Her gasps grew higher, more frantic as he kept up his steady rhythm of thrusts. Helen's legs wrapped tightly around him, her heels pressing into his ass as he drove into her, her gasps becoming pants. Roy recognized the signs, remembering after all this time, and kept going. He squeezed her ass cheeks tight and drove up into her with immense power, his mouth going to her breasts as he did. Roy took one of her stiff nipples into his mouth, sucking on it hard as Helen went off. "Roy!" she cried. Her hands clutched at him desperately, his shirt balling up in her hands as her body convulsed against his. Roy needed to cum, desperately needed to spill his seed, but he fought against it, not wanting this to end, to keep bringing Helen orgasms until she passed out from exhaustion. To make up for the time he'd wasted. So he held on when her pussy flexed around his shaft, trying to milk out the semen that threatened to be released into her. He held on when Helen's shuddering cries of orgasmic bliss erupted from her mouth a quarter of an inch away from his ear. Even when she held him to her chest, burying his face in her breasts and screamed from the pleasure he'd delivered her, he held on. He remained steadfast and was strong for her. They became still, Helen panting heavily between the wall and Roy's body. Sweat pouring down their faces, shimmering on their flesh. Roy kissed her chest, along the sternum, tasting her, savoring her scent, her musk as beautiful as the rest of her. He kissed his way up to her lips, and they smiled to each other as they kissed once more. Their tongues danced lazily around one another as they pressed against one another. Helen's climax had been powerful, and it took a while before she was confident in the ability of her legs to support her body. Roy withdrew, his cock sliding from her still fully erect. They shut the front door and went up to the bedroom. Helen pulled down her skirt and crawled into bed, bracing herself on all fours and presenting herself to Roy. Roy shrugged off his shirt and pulled off his boxers and socks, mounting her from behind. His stiff shaft glistened with her juices, and he laid it in the crevice of her ass, running it along gently. Helen pushed back against him, rolling her hips so the head nudged against her entrance. Roy gripped his engorged member and penetrated her. Helen sighed contentedly when he was inside her once more, and never wanted him to leave her again. He pushed forward, burying the full length inside her hot sex. "That's it Roy," she purred to him, "Cum for me." Roy grabbed her by the waist tight and pulled her back against him, his thick cock stretching her tight channel. He increased his pace, the collision of his body against hers sending a fleshy smack throughout the room. Helen's elbows locked tight and she braced herself against the onslaught, feeling a stirring deep in her center. His hands trailed up, grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing her back against his cock. Helen slumped forward, her elbows folding under his weight and moaned loudly as he rammed his shaft into her over and over, the force of his thrusts making the continuous sound staccato. The stirring she'd felt bloomed, radiating from her pussy outward, her body tensing up, her back arching and her hands clutching at the bedspread tightly. Roy speared her once more on his shaft and let the orgasm wash over her. Breathing heavily as the young woman before him writhed her way through her climax pleasurable, her hips pushing back against him as her cunt quivered around his swollen manhood. Helen grew still on the bed, breathing heavily, inhaling the familiar scent of the sheets and the pillow her face was pressed against. She inhaled it deeply, feeling at home for the first time in years. It was Roy's scent wafting up into her nostrils; it was comforting and exhilarating at the same time. He hadn't cum yet, but he'd been perched on the edge for a very long time, doing everything he could to stop himself. But now he needed it, she needed it. Roy withdrew and Helen rolled over onto her back, accepting Roy between her spread legs as they kissed once more. He entered her and began to fuck her gently, keeping his lips pressed to hers as he steadily picked up the rhythm. Roy did this for a long time, finding a pace that kept him close but didn't quite send him over. They continued to kiss, writhing against one another, joined at the sexes. Helen pushed up against him, thrusting her hips upward to meet him. Until now they'd been frantic, but now Roy was forcing them to slow down and enjoy themselves. Appreciating the beauty of the woman beneath him, savoring the way her body felt against his. The swell of her breast, the curve of her waist, the slope of her thigh, just relishing every part of her as he made love to her once more. "Cum for me Roy," Helen urged, her voice full of need. Roy had been fighting against the pressure, but at her words let himself go. His groan was low, starting deep in his diaphragm before travelling up through his chest and throat and then out of his mouth. The pressure was released in a rush, his cock twitching violently inside Helen, a violent pulse that caused a thick cord of semen to spew out from the head and into Helen's waiting channel. Roy thrust violently into her, a deluge of his cum erupting from his body and depositing into hers, filling her up with his hot seed. An orgasm rippled through Helen, her pussy squeezing his cock as she gasped beneath him, drawing out more of his cum into her. They came together, their bodies shuddering and shaking together on the bed, their hands entwined and gripping each other tight as they were overwhelmed by the pleasure they brought each other. Long after they were both done Roy lay on top of Helen. They kissed each other, murmured to each other, laughing softly with one another. Helen caught Roy up on what had happened in the past four years between bouts of kissing. She told him about Chloe and her girlfriends, about Eric, and finally about Chloe and Chris. When Helen told him, Roy laughed. "I'm serious," Helen said. "Chloe, with a boy?" Roy laughed. Helen gave him a playful swat on the shoulder, "I'm serious!" she insisted. "Jesus, seriously? You're sure that it's actually a guy right and not just a really butch girl," Roy said. "Yes I'm sure. His name is Chris," Helen told him. Roy was strangely happy for a man who had just lost his job. With Helen curled up next to him, laughing with her at memories of her college experience, the prospect of a future together filled with more of this. He felt it was a more than fair trade. They continued talking for a long time, about everything. They talked about Jillian, and eventually, inevitably, about Kayla. Everything went back to her. Eventually the conversation turned to Helen's mother, who after four years still had made no effort to contact her. "Maybe you should..." Roy began. "No. It's not going to be me who breaks the silence. I said what I wanted to, if she changes her mind I'll talk to her, otherwise she can just stay away," Helen replied. Roy held her tight and they were quiet for a long time. "What's your mom like?" Helen asked eventually. In all the time they'd spent together Roy had never told her anything about his parents and next to nothing about his childhood. It wasn't something he liked to talk about. "She was... I guess you'd say she tried," Roy said, "She was scared of a lot of things, my father most of all. It sort of incapacitated her, leaving the house terrified her, but being there was almost as bad because he was there," Roy said. "What did your father do?" Helen asked. "He was an electrician," Roy replied. "I meant, what did he do to your mom?" Helen asked. Roy sighed, "You have to understand, he'd been through a war. He could be a very good man, kind, generous, and even gentle. But... Well the war did something to him, I think he must have had PTSD and a bunch of other issues from what happened, but he wouldn't talk about it and back then that stuff was ignored. He drank, a lot, and when he drank he got violent. My mom got the worst of it, but when I got older I was able to... I guess preoccupy him. He was always sorry when he sobered up, and my mom always took him back. I think she remembered the man he was before he came back from the war, not the one who came back." "Do you still see either of them?" she asked. Roy shook his head, "My mother developed lung cancer when I was in college and died when I was twenty. My father died of a heart attack ten years later, couldn't live without her I guess, never learned how to take care of himself." "I'm sorry," Helen said sadly. "It's why I wanted to have kids when Lorie and I got married. I wanted to do better, to... prove there's better I guess. But then my career got in the way. I worked for a few professional athletics teams out of college. Did I ever tell you the New York Islanders wanted to hire me on as a trainer?" Helen shook her head. Roy nodded, "I'd only been out of college for five years. They wanted someone young. I knew a bit about hockey, I'd helped train my college team during the off season as a summer job. One of the guys got drafted and he recommended me, said I was brilliant," Roy laughed, "I turned down a lot of money to go into teaching." "Why didn't you and Lorie ever have kids?" Helen asked. "She didn't want any, she felt they'd interfere with her career. I don't think she really liked children very much to be honest," Roy said. "Would you still want kids?" Helen asked. "I'm fifty years old, I don't think now's the time to start a family. Besides, I can't remember?" Roy replied. Coach King Ch. 12 "Vasectomy's are reversible," Helen said. "The operations aren't always successful," Roy replied. "Even after ten years there's a 44% pregnancy rate," Helen replied. Roy arched his eyebrows at her, "How do you know that?" he asked. Helen smiled sheepishly, "I looked it up." "I'd have to have them soon, I'm not getting any younger," Roy replied. "You're not that old," she said. They kissed and Helen stretched herself languidly on top of him, her naked body pressing into his. They were in some control now, the explosion of sexual tension that had been building inside the two of them after four years finally being released made it possible for them to take their time and luxuriate in the other's presence. Helen's lips left Roy's and pressed gently against his throat, just below his ear. "Can you get hard again?" she asked. "Already?" Roy replied doubtfully. He'd just given her a half dozen orgasms, surely she couldn't be ready for more so soon. "Four years, remember?" Helen replied. She was right, four long years and yet somehow she seemed exactly the same. Yes, physically she was a little different, and she'd seemed to have developed a new confidence in herself, a new internal strength that Roy had seen signs of but had now come to fruition. Best of all, she was happy now. Before Helen had left for Stanford, he'd known her for year, six months of which were spent with her grieving the death of Kayla and recovering from her turning her back on her mother. Finally seeing her content, smiling instead of crying, it was the best outcome Roy could have hoped for. "I'm sure we'll manage," Roy said, smiling down at her. Helen pressed her lips against his and then made a quick trip down to his groin. She took his mostly flaccid cock in her hand and stroked it gently, her pursed lips pressing against his scrotum as she stared up at him with fire in her eyes. The sun had begun to set, it was low in the sky casting long shadows. Roy's member stirred in her hand and he groaned pleasurably when she took it into her warm mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around the head as her tongue ran along the slit. "Oh Christ," he sighed happily. Helen smiled up at him around his shaft and kept a steady rhythm, slowly working him to full mast. She worked her fist up and down his shaft as her head bobbed up and down, moaning happily at the taste of his pre-cum oozing from his head, the familiar taste excited her. With her other hand, Helen massaged Roy's balls, gently rolling them around in her hand. Roy's hands went to the back of her head, combing through her long hair, it was soft and had more blonde in it than usual, drawn out by the sun. Helen's hand flattened against his body as she tried to take the full length of his shaft into her throat, she came up coughing, silvery tendrils of pre-cum and saliva bridging the gap between her full lips and his throbbing organ. "Haven't tried that in a while," Helen said, laughing softly. She continued to masturbate him gently, laying her head against his thigh as she watched with intense satisfaction as the cockhead dribbled pre-cum onto her hand. Helen brought her mouth back to his scrotum and took one testicle into her mouth. She ran her tongue along it, coating it in her saliva before repeating the process on the other. Helen then made a pilgrimage upward once more, kissing along the shaft as she made her way to the head. Her tongue darted along the slit, tasting the pre-cum before taking him back inside her warm, wet mouth. Helen began to bob up and down his length once more, taking more and more of his pulsating manhood into her mouth with every descent. Her other hand returned to his balls, she squeezed them gently while she jerked him off with a firm grip. Her full lips stretched around the girth, her blue-green eyes turned upward, smiling at the sight of Roy's obvious pleasure from her ministrations. His eyes were shut, concentrating on the wet sensation of his cock sliding in and out of Helen's hot and welcoming mouth. As she continued, Helen remembered all the old tricks she'd used on him, altering her pace, adjusting her hold on his shaft and testicles, working her tongue along the underside in the way that made his grip on her hair tighten. It came unexpectedly, the violent urge to cum, to spill his seed for her once more. Helen felt it coming and withdrew frantically, her lips disengaging with an audible pop as the vacuum between her lips and his organ was broken. Roy fought against the building pressure, his cock pulsing dangerously, leaking pre-cum liberally as it jutted out towards the ceiling. He breathed deeply a few times and eventually he got himself back under control. Helen gripped his shaft gently and gave it an exploratory squeeze before she was satisfied. She drew herself up along Roy's body, running her hands along his toned abdomen and muscular chest before kissing him again. Roy kissed her hungrily, their tongues sliding together as he rolled her over onto her back. Helen's legs spread around him, inviting him to take her again. His cock pressed against her stomach, flattening between their warm bodies. Helen reached down and pressed his cockhead at the entrance of her freshly fucked pussy. She was so wet and well lubricated from his previous load that he penetrated her with ease, his cock sliding deep into her warm depths with one smooth motion. "I knew you'd get hard for me," Helen joked. Roy laughed softly and kissed her gently, pressing his hips into her gently as they simply enjoyed being pressed against each other like this. Helen's arms were bent at ninety degree angles, her hands holding Roy's as he thrust into her gently. They continued to kiss, savoring the taste of the other in their mouths. The warmth and weight of Roy's powerful body on top of Helen and knowing that she was the only woman who would ever feel that again was enough to make everything worth it, the suffering she'd gone through, the hurt and confusion at his apparent rejection, the fear that she'd lost him, she'd do it all again if this was her reward. "I love you," Helen said breaking away from the kiss. "I love you too," Roy replied. They kissed again, she said it again, and so did he. Over and over, the thrusts of his hips growing in intensity, the words becoming a promise, a vow to the other. The words soon became too hard to vocalise so they communicated through their movements. Helen thrust her hips upward to meet Roy, her tongue toying with his as he drove forcefully down into her. His large hands gripped her delicate ones tightly, pushing them into the mattress as he made love to her. Helen's feet slid along his calves, her legs running against his as he plunged his manhood deep into her hot sex. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her stiff nipples digging into his pectorals as the twin mounds of flesh rippled from the force of their bodies colliding. Helen's moans of pleasure were high, Roy's low, both sounds distinct but in harmony with the other. His strong masculine body drove into her elegant female form. It was, as Kayla once observed, as if the two had been built to complement each other. Roy's forehead pressed against Helen's, eyes shut, their perspiration mixing, both able to feel the other's moist breath against their lips as they moaned together. They reached a state of carnal joy together, loving each other while desiring them in the most base of ways. Roy's hips continued to pushing into Helen's, almost the entire length of his shaft leaving her tight channel before being rammed once more deep inside her hot, wet depths. Roy pressed his mouth against her elegant neck, kissing the flushed skin breathlessly, his exhalations coming out harshly next to her ear. Helen's breathing became increasingly labored, short gasps interrupting the steady stream of pleasurable moans. Roy felt her stiffen and heard her exhale sharply. Her head tilted back and her spine curled, her mouth widening in a silent scream as her eyes shut tight. Roy continued to thrust into her through her climax, her hands holding his in a death grip as she was assaulted by a barrage of orgasmic crests, each causing a shuddering moan to escape her from deep inside her chest. Her pussy squeezed at his cock tightly, trying to hold him inside as he persistently fucked her, causing the one peak to spike into another. Roy kept a steady rhythm, sending Helen over the edge over and over, one orgasm bleeding into the last, leaving her uncertain as to whether she'd hit one climax or a half dozen before her body could take no more. With a scream of sheer ecstasy every muscle in Helen's body flexed simultaneously, the veins in her neck bulging against Roy's mouth, her face becoming red. And then she fell back against the bed and became completely still. Roy stopped moving and looked down at her, her eyes dazed and sightless, seemingly unaware of her surroundings as her body continued to spasm from the force of the orgasm she'd just experienced. Roy's cock was still rigid inside of her spent pussy, the soaked channel quivering around him, hypersensitive to any movement. He kissed her neck and face gently as she slowly came back to reality, having come very close to blacking out. Her grip on his hands relaxed and she turned her mouth to his, the two kissed softly as her body slowly returned to equilibrium. Sweat glistened on both of their flesh, soaking into the sheets and marking each other with their scent. Roy pulled away gently from Helen, kissing her gently on the forehead as he withdrew his still stiff member. "You're still hard," she complained. "You need a break," Roy said, lying beside her. Helen couldn't argue with that, she felt utterly and completely spent. She rolled over to her side with considerable effort and let him wrap his arm around her, resting her head against his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head gently and she shut her eyes contentedly. Roy felt her body relax into his and heard her breathing become deep and gentle. His erection slowly receded, and he held her as she slept fitfully pressed against him. Roy wasn't tired, it was still early in the evening and he was burning with energy he'd forgotten he'd possessed. It'd lain dormant until Helen had come back into his life, rekindling that old fire. However he was hungry and assumed Helen would be as well when she woke up from her nap. He carefully untangled himself from Helen, ignoring her sleepy protestations as he got out of bed. Helen pulled a pillow to herself and settled back into a deep sleep, pulling the cushion tightly against her chest. She'd travelled a long way to reunite with him. Roy pulled on a pair of shorts and went down to the kitchen. He peered in the fridge and found a couple chicken breasts. He rubbed some seasoning into them and went out back to fire up the propane barbeque. An hour later dinner was ready, he'd cooked up some rice and peas to go with the chicken and laid out their meal on the picnic table outside. All that was left was to go wake the sleeping beauty upstairs. When he got to the room he found Helen had rolled over onto her stomach, and was snoring gently. It was a cute sound, and one she'd deny ever producing. Roy approached her and ran a finger along the sole of her left foot. Helen's ticklish foot retreated from his touch and he ran his hand up from her heel and along the back of her calf. Helen murmured something in her sleep, and Roy continued his journey up her leg, reaching her inner thigh. "Not now Chloe," Helen protested tiredly. Roy kissed her shoulder gently, "It's Roy, time to get up." Helen moaned tiredly and her eyes fluttered open. She smiled at him and stretched languidly on the bed. She inhaled deeply and moaned softly. "Something smells good," she said. "Dinners waiting out back," he replied. Helen pulled her tank top and skirt back on and followed Roy outside, sitting across from him as the two ate. They continued conversing; catching up on everything until finally they reached the present. The full ramifications of what they were setting out to do fully hitting them. Nothing was stopping them now, they were together, truly, fully, openly. Neither said it, and neither had considered it before, but both found themselves wondering how this new freedom would affect their relationship. Would they still find it as exciting without the constant fear of being caught? And what was next? It was the latter question Helen posed to Roy. Roy stopped for moment, considering the question. "Well, I don't have a job, so I'll have to look for one somewhere. You're set to begin at that place in New York right?" he asked. Helen nodded. "Do you have a place there waiting?" he asked. "Yeah, it's a few blocks away from the offices I'll be working at. It's pretty small though," she replied. Roy smiled across the table at her, "I guess I can crash there until I find my own place." Or you could stay with me, Helen thought to herself but thought that may be rushing things just a bit. "You'll finally make good on that promise you made me four years ago," Helen said, with a touch of sadness. The two were quiet for a moment, thinking of Kayla. Their thoughts mirrored each other, Kayla should be going too. "You wanted to see the Met," Roy said, breaking the silence. Helen nodded with a smile, "And the Museum of Natural History." The two finished eating and Helen helped Roy clear away the remains of their meal. When they finished cleaning up Helen turned to Roy, looking at him expectantly. "Do you want to take a shower?" he asked. Helen smiled, "Getting me cleaned up so you dirty me up again, huh?" They both laughed and went upstairs to the bathroom. Roy started the shower and the two stripped out of their clothes. He followed Helen into the shower, and craned over her to get his hair wet. Roy shook his head vigorously, splashing Helen playfully. She glowered up at him and brought her hands up along his ribs, wriggling her fingers. Roy tried to jump back but she pursued him, forcing laughter from him with her tickling. He retaliated, finding the space at her waist that he knew would incapacitate her. "Roy no!" she squealed through her laughter. He kept it up, mercilessly tickling her until she was in a corner. Helen slapped at his hands and wiggled in his grasp, the sounds of their laughter filling the small space. In her struggling Helen managed to get turned away from Roy, her breasts pressed against the wall of the shower as she tried to pull his hands off of her. "Roy stop it!" she managed to bark between her convulsing laughter. "Is this better?" Roy asked, bringing both hands up to her breasts. Helen's eyes widened in surprise, "Jesus, you're always such a bad boy in the shower." "You started it," Roy pointed out. "Nuh-uh, you splashed me remember?" Helen retorted, her mind growing foggy from Roy's manipulation of her tits. "You escalated it to tickling, a bit disproportionate don't you think," Roy asked, he kissed her neck softly. "Hmm," was all she said, she was too absorbed in what his hands were doing. Roy squeezed them, feeling the weight, testing their firmness. They'd remained high on her chest, still firm but pliant to his touch. His cock stirred at her form pressing against his, their bodies were slick from the hot water that cascaded down on them. Helen pushed her ass back against him and pushed away from the wall, giving him easier access to her breasts while simultaneously causing his steadily inflating cock to nestle up between the cleft between her firm cheeks. His hands dug into the firm flesh, warping the round shape of her breasts as he flicked his fingers across her stiff nipples. Helen moaned pleasurably, his clever hands sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. His mouth kissed the nape of her neck, and lower down her back. He squeezed her nipples and pulled at them, causing her to cry out excitedly. Helen's ass ground against Roy's mostly erect cock, beads of water forming on the twin orbs. Roy let one of his hands trail down her stomach and go between her slightly parted thighs. Helen bit her lip and whimpered sexily when his fingers brushed against the sensitive lips of her pussy. He ran his middle finger along the slit, moist and warm to the touch. Roy kissed her left shoulder and tweaked her left nipple, causing her to inhale sharply. His mouth went lower and Helen felt him crouch behind her slightly to kiss her spine between the shoulder blades, sending shivers of anticipation through her body. Roy knelt down behind her, his hand vacating her breast to squeeze one of the toned cheeks of her ass. He kissed her lower back and her tailbone, rubbing her pussy from behind as he made his way down, his fingers trailing the slit but purposefully avoiding the clit. His mouth crept downward, kissing either ass cheek dead center before going further down. Helen groaned raggedly when Roy's teeth sank gently into her flesh, causing her entire body to shudder. Roy wondered about that, Helen had never shown any particular affinity for having her ass toyed with, but she was clearly enjoying this. He kissed lower, the scent of her hot sex filling his nostrils at this proximity. He brought his mouth to her inner thigh, his tongue trailing upward to its ultimate destination. Roy withdrew his fingers from her pussy and used both hands to spread Helen to him as he buried his mouth in her naked pussy from behind. The taste of her filled his mouth, her excitement dribbling out of her cunt and into his hungry mouth, the sweetness of her sex washing over his tongue as it squirmed around inside her tight channel. Helen groaned her pleasure, her hands splayed flat against the wall of the shower as he ate her out voraciously. She pushed back against his tongue, the agile organ plunging into her channel. Roy's hands continued to roam her ass, spreading the cheeks wide and squeezing the firm mounds. Roy brought one hand down to her pussy, collecting some of her nectar before bringing his finger to her anus. Helen's groan was different then, surprised but incredibly aroused. His finger slid past her impossibly tight sphincter, burying the digit to the first knuckle. Roy kept eating her out, tilting his head and straining his tongue to reach the hard nubbin of her clit. Helen's body shuddered and Roy managed to worm more of his slick finger inside her incredibly tight ass. His cock had grown to full mast, jutting out from his body proudly as he knelt behind her. Helen felt it brush against her calf as he stood, a shudder of excitement going through her. With his finger still lodged up inside her rectum Roy brought his swollen cockhead to her sopping cunt. He pushed forward and went past the engorged lips of her pussy, sliding up into her tight channel. His thick shaft stretched her tight as his finger stretched her asshole, by now he'd managed to get past the second knuckle. With his other hand he reached around her and found her clit. Helen bucked back against him, her eyes shut tight and her brow creased in concentration as she braced herself against the barrage of stimulation Roy was feeding her body. He drove forward into her, working his finger in and out of her ass as he fucked her at a steady rhythm. Encouraged by her positive response, Roy withdrew his finger from her and coated a second in the juices flowing from her pussy. Helen whined at the absence of his finger, not realising his intention until she felt his fingertips press against her sphincter. "Roy I don't think..." she began but she was interrupted by the sensation of two of his fingers sliding past her anus and into her rectum. Helen cried out sharply, a violent climax hitting her. Roy felt her pussy clamp down on his throbbing cock and rammed it deep inside her as it spasmed. Her sphincter clamped down tight on his fingers, trapping them inside as she exploded around his cock. Helen's knees grew weak, wobbling unsteadily. Roy managed to withdraw his fingers and gripped her by the waist, holding her up so she didn't fall to the floor. The strength returned to her legs and Helen slowly recovered from her climax. Roy withdrew, his still erect cock glistening with her juices. He stepped under the cool stream of water, rinsing himself as Helen breathed heavily against the wall. Eventually she turned and approached him, hugging him tight. Coach King Ch. 12 "I missed this," she said softly. The water soaked into her hair, plastering it to the shape of her skull. It made her look surprisingly vulnerable. "I love you," Roy said again, he couldn't say it enough. They showered properly, Roy helping Helen with her hair, Helen scrubbing Roy's back. The process wasn't done without a few more squeezes and gasps but they got through it without any more orgasms. They rinsed the last of the suds from their body and left the shower. Helen let Roy dry her hair with the towel, feeling him massage her scalp as he rubbed her head vigorously. With her thick hair still damp but reasonably dry the two returned to bed, Helen climbing on top of Roy. She kissed him, running her fingers through his freshly washed hair. Without a word she gripped him by the base of his rigid cock and lowered herself onto it. She rose up and oscillated her hips, balancing carefully as she pushed forward and back. "Cum for me," she told him. Roy couldn't hold on much longer, not after everything they'd already done. He gripped her by the waist, thrusting up into her as she drove back against him. He watched her breasts shudder and sway as she was repeatedly impaled on his throbbing organ. Helen straightened up, her back arching as she began to ride him, bouncing up and down on his shaft. She leaned further back, bracing her hands on his thighs. Her internal muscles flexed on every upward thrust, relaxing on the way down, trying to pull the load out from his cum bloated balls. Helen's breasts bounced beautifully, colliding with one another as his shaft bottomed out inside her. Roy gripped them, squeezing the heavy mounds of flesh as she continued to ride him. Then it came, suddenly and violently. Roy's hands were at Helen's waist in a flash, pulling her down onto his shaft, his pulsing member straining to penetrate her as deeply as possible as he spewed his hot semen deep inside her. He filled her channel and overflowed it, the sticky white substance trailing down his balls as his hips continued to jerk up into her. Helen fell forward, her breasts pressing into his chest as he continued to pump his cum into her body. She could feel it, the hot jets of his jism impacting the back of her pussy, splattering her insides, painting them with his seed. His jagged thrusts became less intense and his body eventually became still under hers. Roy pulled Helen into a kiss, tasting her mouth, savoring it. His cock pulsed inside her, slowly wilting as at last the couple was satisfied. Helen rested her head on Roy's chest and listened to his heart pump blood around his body, the steady rhythm familiar and soothing. Roy ran his hands along her sides, his palms gliding along her smooth flesh until they came to her luxuriously soft hair. He rolled over, his mostly flaccid member dislodging from her in the process, and kissed her. They rearranged themselves so that they were lying on their sides, facing one another, their noses practically touching. Their knees brushed against each other, holding one another in a loose embrace. With great reluctance and immense contentment the two found themselves drifting off to sleep, together for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. *** "Roy stop!" Helen said adamantly. "But it's..." he began. "No, you're going the wrong way," Helen interrupted, "Here, I'll ask someone." Roy rolled his eyes. They'd been in New York for a week now, the move becoming official the previous Saturday. They'd arrived at Helen's apartment, a 'cozy' space five blocks away from where she was working. Roy had spent majority of the week doing footwork, applying for jobs around the metropolitan area. Pam had agreed, after a long conversation with Helen, to let Roy quit rather than fire him. Seeing them together Pam grew to understand, as Chloe had, that despite the differences in their age they truly did love each other, and even though she was still terribly angry with him she couldn't hurt her niece. Unfortunately others weren't likely to see the same thing, so Roy had to go. He'd left in a hurry, repacking his stuff into cardboard boxes and leaving the house he'd been renting for nearly five years. Mrs. Jones was sorry to lose such a reliable tenant. He'd begun looking for an apartment, but at the moment wasn't overly worried about finding a new place. Roy really didn't have to work, his settlement with Lorie had left him with substantial funds in his bank account. Still, living in New York was far more expensive than living in Riverside, so the second income stream was sure to help. And he was too young for retirement. It'd been an odd few weeks. Now that they were able to be open about their relationship Helen had become extra affectionate, holding his hand, kissing him, running her hands through his hair, as if she was reassuring herself that Roy wasn't going to suddenly change his mind. He'd hurt her, he realised, more than he'd ever intended. To make for it, he did as Jillian had begged of him; he loved her every day and made sure she knew it. Today was Saturday and they'd finally made their way to the Metropolitan museum. Helen's first week of work had gone well, as had Roy's job search. He had two interviews lined up the following week that he felt were likely to be fruitful. One was for a Catholic school, a bit of a stretch for Roy, his mother had been Catholic but he hadn't been in a church since his baptism. The other was at a private school, a small and elite institution looking to build up their athletics program. He felt he'd rather work at the second school, though the first was closer to home (and therefore Helen) so it did have a certain appeal. They'd just left the Met, in truth it had interested Helen more than it had Roy, though he had enjoyed the Arms and Armor gallery. Now they were on their way to the Museum of Natural History, and though it made Roy feel childish he was excited to see the dinosaur fossils. Helen's hand slipped out of Roy's and she approached a passing pedestrian. Roy could tell they were a local from the stylish cut of their clothes and the way they walked. New Yorkers tend to walk with purpose, a clear destination in mind and a determined focus on getting there as quickly as possible. This gave them a reputation for being rude, which in some cases was entirely accurate, though so far Helen had been received quite welcomingly by the male inhabitants of the city. "Excuse me," she said politely to the young man. He looked to be a few years older than herself, wearing a suit despite the July heat. He glanced at her and seemed like he was going to ignore her until he got a good look at her. Roy almost laughed at his double take, staying back and letting Helen work her magic. "Uh yeah," the young man said. Helen smiled pleasantly, "Do you know how to get to the Museum of Natural History?" "Yeah, just follow that path all the way through," he replied, pointing to walkway going through Central Park. "Oh, thank you," Helen said. "You're not from around here, are you?" he said, saying it more as a statement than a fact. A wolfish look crossed his features. "Um, no. I just moved here," Helen replied. "I see," he said thoughtfully, eyeing her openly. Roy decided the young man was starting to get a little too friendly. He approached the two, and could see Helen's posture change. The young man was starting to make her uneasy with the way he was eying her, like a predator. Suddenly Roy was at her side, his arm wrapping around her shoulders protectively. "Everything okay?" he asked Helen. She nodded, "It's just through there," she replied, relaxing at his presence. Helen pointed to the path, the path Roy had wanted to take in the first place. "Good, thank you," Roy said to the younger man. "Yeah, whatever," he said and hurried off. "Jeez, that's the third one in the past two days," Helen said once he was out of earshot. They started walking again. "Yeah, maybe I should start asking for directions," Roy said. Helen laughed, "You are the pretty one." "Pretty? Really? Me?" Roy replied, pretending as if he were flustered. Helen laughed harder and Roy joined her, their hands rejoined and they went through the park. They walked leisurely, enjoying the natural beauty in the middle of the cement jungle of the city. For someone who'd grown up in a small town, the densely packed streets had made Helen feel a touch claustrophobic at first. It was more the sheer number of people than anything. It was so easy to disappear in this city, to be anonymous and to lead a private life. It was perfect for Helen and Roy, who despite being in their relationship openly found the attention paid to them during their past two weeks in Riverside suffocating. In New York, they were hardly noticed. They were walking past Turtle Pond when Helen diverged from the path and headed towards the water. She pulled Roy with her and she went to the side of the pond, walking along the shoreline until she located what she was looking for. Helen knelt down and picked up a stone, it was grey and oblong, and about three inches long and two wide. She put it in her handbag and the two returned to the path. Roy didn't ask her what the little diversion had been about, he knew. It was Kayla. He'd noticed it when they'd visited her grave before leaving for New York. Helen had laid a stone then as well, one she'd carried from South Carolina. They made it to the museum and took a guided tour. It was as impressive as they'd expected, Helen particularly enjoyed the hall dedicated to the various birds of the world. "They're so beautiful," Helen said, gazing at a species native to New Zealand. Roy couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he stared up at the T. rex fossil. They went through the tour and when they were done took a cab home. The neighborhood was quiet; a small park surrounded by a line of townhouses to the east and west and large apartment complexes to the north and south. Roy paid the cab driver and they went up to Helen's apartment on the twelfth floor. Helen inserted her key and Roy followed into the small space. The kitchen was to the immediate right of the door, a small closet immediately to the left. Past this was a short hallway that branched off, one going straight to the living room and the other on the left leading to the bathroom and bedroom. Helen followed the left to the bathroom and Roy went to living room. Living with Helen was strange. He'd thought he was aware of all her idiosyncrasies, but he'd only ever really seen her on the weekends. It wasn't the same as actually living with someone on a day to day basis, following a routine, doing planning for the week, all the mundane things that couples have to do when they move in together. Roy found himself irritating her in ways he hadn't predicted, and vice versa. He realised he should have predicted this, and it wasn't really that significant, but it felt strange feeling like he knew this young woman so well but realise that they were only now getting to really know each other. It was the ultimate test of whether or not this relationship of theirs was really going to work: actually be in a 'normal' relationship. Helen reappeared wearing a pair of sweatpants and a pink t-shirt, her hair tied up in a ponytail. She'd washed away the little bit of makeup she'd had on and looked to be settling into a night in. Roy couldn't say he was against that idea. They'd been up early to cram everything in for their first day off in the city they now called home. Helen curled up on the couch beside him and rested her head on his thigh, Roy wrapped his arm around her and she took his hand in both of hers. They watched TV for a while, a man by the name of John Decker was on the news again, he was a multi-millionaire whose daughter had gone missing in a plane crash somewhere in the Caribbean Sea. They showed a picture of the daughter, and of the three girls who'd gone missing with her, all of them around the same age as Helen. They watched for a while, and then Roy went to prepare something for dinner. He returned and they ate in front of the TV, both enjoying the quiet intimacy of being together. Helen cleaned up, and then returned to her earlier curled up position on the couch. She'd never been happier in her entire life, so utterly and perfectly content. While she'd cleaned he'd changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Roy combed his fingers through her hair, feeling the soft fibres slide through his fingers. His touch made Helen feel warm, she shut her eyes and let him massage her scalp gently. This lasted a few minutes until Helen became impatient. She drew herself up along his body and straddled his legs. Helen smiled at him and brought her lips to his, Roy's hands going to the back of her head and pulling her mouth against his. Helen's tongue entered Roy's mouth and slid along his, her need apparent from the hunger in her kiss. They took their time, enjoying the fact that they wouldn't be interrupted, that they wouldn't be hurried, that their lives wouldn't be ruined if found out about them. The profound knowledge that they were no longer hiding overwhelmed them, they'd had each other in this place, away from Riverside, away from the constant pressure to remain undetected, but this was the first time they both felt the full effect of change. "I love you," Roy gasped before bringing his mouth back to hers. He had to make sure she knew that, she deserved no less. "I love you," Helen panted, pushing against his shoulders and forcing him against the back of the couch. Roy reached behind her and undid the ponytail he'd been playing with, letting her hair fall loosely around her shoulders. His hands reached around to her front to grab the hemline of her t-shirt, he pulled it over her head and tossed it on the couch beside them as they continued to kiss. Helen breathed heavily into his mouth as his hands ran along her bare torso, her hunger for him overwhelming every other thought. His touch sent shivers of pleasure through her, and she gasped when his large hands came up and cupped her bare breasts. Roy squeezed the firm flesh gently, causing Helen to exhale shakily into his mouth. Helen pressed her groin against his, pushing against the growing bulge in his sweatpants. She felt it swell against her and smiled into the kiss, the heat of her arousal flooding through her, like a fever that consumed her and drove her to do these things with him. Nothing had changed here, they still desired each other, the risk of getting caught hadn't been the glue holding them together. It had been real, it had always been real. "Take me to bed Roy," Helen gasped. He reached around and cupped her ass. Helen giggled as he grunted and rose from the couch, wrapping her legs around him as he stumbled through the apartment to her bedroom. Our bedroom, Helen decided to herself, not mine, ours. Roy lowered her to the bed, and grabbed at the waistband of her sweatpants, pulling them down her smooth legs. He pulled his shirt over his head and his own pants down before climbing into bed with her. Helen spread her legs for him and let him settle on top of her as they kissed again. They wrapped around his lower back, embracing him with her whole body as their lips came together once more. He grunted against her when her hand found his semi-erect member. Helen ran her hand along it, getting him fully hard before pressing the head against her slick entrance. Helen moaned as his shaft pried past her opening, his engorged member slid up into her warm channel, going deep inside her body. She shuddered excitedly when his cock bottomed out, so deep, so big, stretching her to fit. Helen was able to feel every ridge and vein as he withdrew and the walls of her pussy gripped him tightly, reluctant to allow him to pull out. Roy pressed his forehead against hers, feathering kisses on her lips as he began to make love to her, his breathing growing labored as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Helen's breathing became short pants, punctuated by long lustful moans as his powerful body drove down into her, her ass sinking into the mattress every time his hips impacted hers. Her breasts shuddered from the force of the collision, and their sounds of their flesh slapping together served as a staccato to the rest of the sordid song they sung. Perspiration gleamed on both their bodies as the pace of their lovemaking became frenzied, Helen drove her hips up against his, meeting him as he thrust into her. Their sweat made their foreheads slick, and they slid against each other as they continued to share a series of short but intense kisses. Helen brought her mouth to his neck, tasting the salty perspiration as he continued to work his hips into her. Helen's legs tightened around him, and her nails pressed into the flesh of his muscular back, causing Roy to grunt in discomfort as her first climax hit her. "Don't stop!" she cried. Roy continued to thrust into her, his hips pounding against hers while she convulsed and shuddered on the bed under him. Her pussy was wracked with a series of spasms, tightening around his shaft as he continued to piston in and out of her. Her climax didn't seem to end, it ebbed slightly only to be pushed into a higher state of pleasure. Helen screamed in ecstasy as the third of these crests crashed over her already overwhelmed body, her breathing coming in rapid gasps, her heart beating fast in her chest. She begged Roy to keep going, to not stop what he was doing, the bed shook, the headboard hitting the wall, sure to disturb the neighbors if Helen's cries of orgasmic bliss hadn't already. It all bled together, wave after wave, peak after peak, becoming one long and incredibly powerful climax that finally became too much for Helen's body to take. With a final scream of ecstasy and a violent flexing of every muscle of her body, Helen's back arched her eyes closed, and she became still, her body collapsing to the mattress like a puppet which has had its strings cut. Helen awoke a moment later, her eyes blurry and feeling very confused. Roy was panting on top of her, kissing her neck gently as she slowly returned to the world. He'd made her black out, her body unable to take any more of what she'd demanded he give her. Helen felt wonderfully weak, her legs trembling as they were wrapped around his body, holding the heat of his body against her. Her heart began to beat normally and her breathing became regular. Helen cupped the side of Roy's head and pulled him into a kiss. "I love you," she said. She kissed him again before he could say it too, she didn't need to hear it at that moment, she knew. Only someone who loved her could make her feel this way, could manipulate her body so completely, could bring her this much pleasure. Their tongues circled each other leisurely for a while so Helen could recover her strength. When she did she pressed against his shoulder and had him roll over, her lips returning to his once they settled into their swapped positions. Her hips began to move, and Roy groaned into her mouth as she moved with exceptional grace. She ground her mound against him, gyrating her hips against him as she flexed her internal muscles around his aching cock. Helen rose up, her channel gripping his shaft tight before they relaxed and she lowered herself back down. Roy moaned pleasurably as she kept doing this, urging him to cum inside her with these steady and relentless motions. "Cum for me Roy," Helen urged, "I know you need to, I can feel it. Do it for me Roy, fill me with it." She continued to flex her legs as she said this, working herself up and down the length of his pulsing rod, bringing him dangerously close to climaxing. He wasn't done yet however; there was more he wanted to do to her. Sweat glistened on her exquisite form, shimmering along her curvy body, every swell and recess coated in her lustful perspiration. He grabbed her breast and took her nipple into his mouth as she continued to try her best to make him give up his load. It was almost becoming a competition, with Roy refusing to give her what she wanted, and Helen getting more desperate to make him relinquish it. Coach King Ch. 12 Roy sucked on her nipples, tasting her sweet sweat as she worked her body on top of his, her thrusts becoming more insistent, more aggressive. Helen moaned unexpectedly above him and her body shuddered, but she kept moving, even as she came around his throbbing cock, the control of her inner muscles temporarily lost as her cunt was assaulted by a series of powerful spasms. She was going tired, her body rocked by so much pleasure it had brought her to the point of exhaustion. Roy rolled her over onto her back and withdrew from her. Helen protested tiredly, but misunderstood his intentions. He flipped her over so she was on her stomach, and spread her legs. Helen moaned when he brought her mouth to her pussy, humming happily as he ran his tongue along the secreting lips of her pussy, and hardly protesting when the agile organ went higher to her anus. His fascination with her ass had intensified over the past two weeks, but Helen had so far shown no interest in going much further than a bit of toying and squeezing. Roy penetrated her pussy with two fingers of one hand as he spread her ass to him with the other. His tongue probed past her tight sphincter, rousing Helen from her sleepiness. "Aahhg," she gasped, surprised by how much pleasure having his tongue there brought her. Helen had never understood Kayla's desire to have her ass played with, she'd guessed that it had something to do with how shapely and perfect it was, and that the whole thing was a boost to her ego. However, over the past few days she'd been growing to understand at least a part of the fascination. It was naughty, there was no reproductive reason for it to be pleasurable, it was a pure and complete channeling of lust. Helen could understand why some people might find that appealing in of and itself, but couldn't really get into it like Kayla had. However, tonight she wanted to make Roy feel good, and if that's what he wanted from her she was more than prepared to give it to him. Helen squealed when his two fingers left her pussy, and the glistening digits were pushed into her tight ass, the natural lubrication from her pussy and Roy's saliva easing their passage into her rectum. Roy brought his mouth to her pussy, his tongue ran along her slit and probed at her opening. Helen pushed back against him, pushing his fingers further into her ass. Helen was shocked by how excited she was becoming from this. Roy's mouth left her and she felt him shift on the bed behind her. His cockhead nudged at the folds of her pussy and he entered her, Helen sighed pleasurably at having him back inside her. Roy let her nectar coat his cock before withdrawing it and pulling his fingers out of her rectum. Helen braced herself, expecting him to try and penetrate her now, but instead he splayed his hands out over her ass cheeks, holding one in either hand. He squeezed each gently, massaging them with care, and Helen felt herself relaxing again. His hands went upward and she felt his stiff cock fold between his stomach and the cleft of her ass. Roy massaged her shoulders, with one hand, the other going down and playing with her ass again. Helen shut her eyes and sighed pleasurably and almost didn't notice when he pried apart her ass cheeks. She stiffened when he pressed the head of his cock against her anus, and fought to calm her rising excitement. Roy gripped his slick shaft with one hand, guiding it to her glistening sphincter. Helen groaned loudly as he applied pressure, trying her best not to tense up as he tried to enter her. She reached down, pulling her other ass cheek to the side, spreading herself. This encouraged Roy to keep going, she wanted this as much as he did. Helen reached back and held onto the forearm of Roy's hand spreading her open, and then she inhaled deeply and slowly released it. The tension left her body with the air, and Roy watched at the head of his cock enter her impossibly tight ass. The lubrication and the fingering he'd given her rectum were only so effective, Helen grunted in discomfort as Roy pushed deeper and deeper inside her, her hand gripping his forearm tightly. No longer needing to steady his shaft, Roy brought his other hand back to her ass cheek, spreading her himself while she used her now free hand to claw at the bed sheets. Despite the discomfort, Helen was enjoying this. Until the moment of penetration Helen hadn't understood Kayla's hunger for being taken in this way, but now she did. It was than an expression of pure lust, it was a display of trust and commitment. She was giving this part of herself to Roy, this last untouched region of herself, because she loved him and she trusted him, and because she knew he felt the same way. With that realisation came a closeness to Kayla Helen hadn't felt in years, it was as if she'd learned something new about her old friend, about the girl she'd loved before she'd been so cruelly taken from the two of them. As Roy pushed into her, Helen wasn't thinking about how weird it felt to have him in there, she was thinking about how good it felt to surrender herself to him this way, to expose herself and have him treat her so carefully. It was the ultimate trust, and that's why Kayla had found it pleasurable, to her trust had been the ultimate expression of love. Suddenly Roy's balls came to a rest against the sloping curves of her buttocks. "You're in," Helen gasped, blinking. Roy was breathing heavily, having to fight with every inch of his strength not to cum immediately. It was so tight in here, and so very hot, made slick by their bodies' natural lubricants and the pre-cum oozing from his urethra. He leaned forward and kissed the back of Helen's head before he withdrew slightly, her rectum was just as reluctant to let him leave her as it had been to allow him in in the first place. His shaft was held tight inside her, her rectum giving each inch up grudgingly, until he pushed back in. In this way Roy gradually increased the length and force between each thrust, until eventually he established a steady, albeit gentle, rhythm. Roy lowered his body on top of hers, his cock still rigid inside her ass, sliding his hands along her arms which were stretched in front of her, gripping the sheets in tight fists. His hands went over hers, and her grip relaxed, their fingers linking together as he took her gently. Helen began to enjoy it on more than emotional level, her body beginning to respond to the strange and new sensation of having him inside her like this. She even began to push back against him, urging him to take her harder. Roy increased the pace, his manhood sliding out from her only to be plunged back deep inside the intense heat. He reached beneath her, and Helen bit her lower lip when his fingers brushed against her clit. A gasp escaped her when his probing digits found the hardened bud and flicked across it. He circled her clit as he thrust into her steadily, and Helen groaned into the mattress as she came dangerously close to reaching another climax. She pushed herself up and against him, rising on to all fours. Helen's head hung lower and her shoulders hunched as she pushed back against him, fucking her own ass with his cock. Helen's back arched, her tailbone grinding against his pubic bone as his stiff member throbbed inside her rectum, ready to spill his seed at any moment. Roy brought one hand to her waist and kept the other between her legs, toying with her clit as she pushed back to him steadily. She withdrew and then pushed back, his length re-entering her. Helen moaned as she did this, and did it again, her moans growing louder. Roy pushed forward to meet her and soon they were meeting in the middle, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks gently as they built to a steady rhythm. Helen didn't last long at this, her moans became a wail, her body stiffening around his, gripping his cock like a vice as she came once more. Her nectar soaked her inner thighs and Roy's fingers, and her arms crumbled beneath her as her entire body grew slack. Roy grabbed her by the waist, holding her up as he continued to thrust into her ass. With a deep grunt and a violent stiffening of his body from head to toe, Roy came at last. Helen moaned happily when she felt the first shot fire off inside her, splattering inside her stretched rectum. He held her to him tight as he came, his cock swelling and contracting inside her as he pumped his seed into her. It flowed out from him freely, his balls draining into her bowels. Helen felt him filling her, a strange but not unpleasant feeling. When he'd finally finished Roy slumped over top of Helen, his turgid organ still buried inside her. Slowly it wilted, and his semen flowed out from her, down her perineum and dripping onto the mattress beneath them. Roy withdrew, his wet cock flopping against his stomach as he lay on his back beside Helen, both feeling wonderfully exhausted and utterly satisfied. This is going to work, Roy told himself, living with her, being with her, this is going to work. His doubts faded away in that moment, the last remnants of his worries fading away. Helen crawled over to him and their lips met for a moment. "I'm going to clean up," she said. A few minutes later she returned, finding Roy snoring peacefully on the bed. Helen smiled and slid into bed beside him, slipping his arm around her and settling her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat steadily, to his breath entering through his lungs and out his mouth, and was happy. Perfectly and unconditionally content, no guilt, no doubts, and no traces of regret. A perfect moment, the first of many. Helen closed her eyes, and slowly fell asleep in his arms. *** Two years later "Roy, wake up," came her voice. Roy's eyes fluttered open, and he was staring into her angelic face. He smiled, "Good morning." "Good morning indeed. Gosh, that drive yesterday was exhausting," Helen said, stretching. "You've got the flowers right?" she asked. Roy nodded, "I stopped at the shop last night after you fell asleep." They'd come back to Riverside for two very specific reasons. One of which was that today was the seventh anniversary of Kayla's death. They were there to visit her grave and to leave some flowers in memory. They were staying at the Waterfront Inn, the same place Roy had stayed over the first time he'd come to Riverside. He got up and got dressed, a pair of jeans and a warm sweater that Helen had given him at Christmas. He went to the bedside table and put on his wedding ring and the watch Helen had given him for their first anniversary. The field of Bioinformatics had turned out to be very lucrative and the two lived comfortably in New York. Roy still taught and coached volleyball, and Helen was working for the state government doing research. They'd married last year after Helen had finally worn him down. Every year they made the pilgrimage north to Riverside to pay their respects and for Helen to visit her Aunt. She had never reconciled with her mother, and didn't seem likely to do so any time soon. Chloe had been present at their wedding, in the company of a young man named Chris. Until then Roy had thought that Helen had been messing with him about Chloe's boyfriend. Helen appeared from the bathroom, wearing a navy blue dress that hugged her curves alluringly. She was putting in her earrings and turned her back to him. "Zip me up?" she asked. Roy ran his hands along her back through the flap of her dress, feeling her smooth skin from her shoulders down to her waist. She shook excitedly under his touch, and began to feel warm and tingly. They hadn't been able to make love for nearly three weeks, not since the surgery. Roy's hands went around her to her stomach and lower, over her pubic mound. Helen gasped, "Not now Roy, we have to wait remember?" "It's only a couple of days early, and I feel fine," Roy complained. "The doctor says we have to wait, I don't want you hurting yourself," Helen insisted. Roy relented, and pulled his hands away. Helen hated refusing him; she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. This is what they'd wanted though, and they were going to do it the right way, nothing could be left to chance. "You used to be more fun," he said sulkily. "You used to be less lecherous, now zip me up," she replied, if he pushed it she'd have relented. She was as hungry for him as he was for her. Roy zipped up her dress and she put her shoes on. The two left the hotel room and drove over to the cemetery. Helen grabbed Roy's hand for support as they walked past the lines of tombstones, her grip grew tighter when they reached Kayla's grave. The epitaph read, 'Their memory we shall carry through/Until we again rendezvous', then her name and the date of her birth and death. Roy put down the bouquet, letting it lie next to the others that had already been placed there. The graveyard was empty apart from them, a cool wind blew through the trees and Helen pressed herself against him for warmth. Roy wrapped his arm around her waist supportively. Helen cast her head down and internally said her own type of prayer. Her lips moved as she ran through what she wanted to say, updating Kayla on everything that had happened since their last visit. Roy read and re-read the epitaph, simply running through old memories, slowly growing fainter as time went by. The love he'd felt for her still burned bright, and he hoped that the epitaph spoke true and that they'd one day meet again in some form or another. When she'd finished her internal speech, Helen's head turned upward and she wiped tears out from the corner of her eyes. They stood silently for a few minutes, Helen finding comfort in Roy's touch as she held his hand tight, and then they left. They drove to Pam's house, Helen clutching a parcel in her hand wrapped in pale blue paper. When they got there Pam greeted them at the door, hugging Helen tightly. "He's upstairs?" Helen asked. Pam smiled and nodded. She led them up the stairs and guided them into the peaceful bedroom where their newborn nephew lay sleeping peacefully. The smile on Pam's face when she looked at her beautiful baby boy was infectious. Helen's was radiant, as she leaned down and kissed his forehead gently. The baby cooed happily at her voice. "Hello, Caleb," she said softly. *** Roy sat in the living room, waiting. They'd been back at home from their brief visit in Riverside for a day. He'd arrived home from work before Helen had, and couldn't keep still. He was nervous, happy, but nervous. He went to the shelf above the television where there were photographs from both of their pasts. Roy surveyed them, aching to be with her. There was a picture of her at their wedding, standing next to Chloe, the two girls were smiling brightly. There was a picture of Chloe and Chris, who'd grown inseparable after they'd left college. They'd be engaged by spring, Roy was certain of that. There were older pictures of him, one from his college years with Mike. The one that drew his attention was the one with Kayla and Helen, it had been taken on the Christmas break. They were both wearing hoodies, holding each other in front of the tree. Roy could practically see George directing the girls into position before he snapped the shot. The smile on Helen's face, so genuinely happy, so absolutely perfect, matched in sincerity only by the smile Kayla was directing towards the camera. It was the smile they only had when they were with each other now. He reached forward and took the picture, focusing on Kayla. He missed her, though the guilt he felt had since faded. It had been a tragedy, but not of his own doing. Instead his pain was now a dull ache, a pain Helen understood and shared. The pain that had made them truly and invariably fall in love. The love that had brought her back to him after he'd been such a fool, and the love that had caused them such pain while they'd been separated. He put the photo back and heard a key slide into the lock of the front door. Helen entered the house, a three level structure: basement, ground level, and upper level. She had a plastic bag in her hand, which she tossed onto the kitchen table along with her keys. Her work attire was casual, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Roy went to join her in the kitchen. "Hey, how was your day," Helen asked as she filled a glass of water from the tap. "Good," he replied, "Yours?" Helen ran off something about a study she'd been working on for the better part of three months, apparently it was going well. She looked into the fridge, adding the groceries she'd bought on her way home. "What do you want for dinner?" she asked. "I was thinking we could go out," he said. Her eyebrows rose, "It's a Tuesday," usually they stayed in during the week. "Yeah, well, I think we have something to celebrate," Roy replied. Helen straightened out and approached him, a smile forming on her lips. "Where are you thinking?" she asked, brushing her hand along his arm affectionately. Her touch excited him, "The Cedar House?" "Hmm, I could go for a steak. Just let me go clean up and change," Helen replied, she kissed him gently on the cheek and went upstairs. Roy went to the basement where they stored the clothes they didn't wear on a regular basis. He found a suit, reasonably new, the one he'd bought when they'd first moved to New York to apply for jobs. He put on his watch and ring, and went back upstairs. Helen appeared ten minutes later wearing a deep blue dress, a gold bracelet on her left wrist and a pair of gold earrings. She finished putting in the last earing and smoothed down her dress. She looked at him, eying him up and down. "You look handsome," she said. Helen approached him and fixed his collar, and then leaned up for another kiss. This one landed on the lips, and lasted for quite a long time. They were still hungry for each other, having been forced to be celibate since Roy's operation had been difficult for the two of them. Helen pulled away and they headed out for dinner. It was a pleasant time, sitting across from Helen in the dimly lit restaurant as her foot trailed teasingly along the inside of his leg. She'd kicked off her shoe, and let it go up to his knee, hidden from view by the table cloth. Roy reached under and brought his hand to her ankle, giving her a look to make her stop misbehaving. Helen just smiled and pushed forward, her toes straining to brush against the inside of his thigh. His hand slid up her smooth shin, causing her to bite her lip naughtily. "Helen..." he began but they were interrupted by the waiter delivering their entrée. He hurriedly withdrew his hand from under the table. "Thank you," Helen said pleasantly to the waiter, who nodded and left the two to their meal. Her freed foot craned forward, the ball of her foot pressing into his groin, against the outline of his manhood. Roy had been without her for so long, just feeling her touch him was enough to cause it to stir inside his slacks. Helen cut a piece off from her steak and popped it into her mouth, smiling at him naughtily around her fork as she trailed her big toe around the bulge. Roy tried to ignore her and eat his meal, a tactic that just made her more determined to make him uncomfortable. They talked about their days on autopilot, neither really engaged in the conversation as their eyes smouldered into each other from across the table. Roy's member strained against the zipper of his pants, tenting them up lewdly as Helen ran the top of her foot along it. He was happy it was still up and running after the operation, but this was hardly the place to find out. "Undo it," she whispered, trying to grip the slider of his zipper. Roy arched his eyebrows, "Can't you do it?" She pouted at him, and kept trying, the wiggling of her foot in her efforts causing his erection to pulse with need. Roy wouldn't help her, but he wasn't stopping her either. She'd started the game, and he was trying to figure out how to retaliate. He took a sip from his water, and took an ice cube into his mouth. Pretending to clear his throat, he passed it into his hand. He took a scoop of baked potato as he reached under the table. Helen smiled at him, an expression that changed to wide eyes and a sudden shriek as he pressed the ice cube to her calf. Her leg jolted back, her knee banging against the table loudly. Heads turned and they were stared at curiously for a few moments. Coach King Ch. 12 "You're evil," Helen hissed, but she was grinning. "Only when you're being bad," he replied. Helen didn't tease him with her foot anymore, but she found other ways to drive him insane. Swirling her tongue around her straw before pursing her lips as she wrapped them around the plastic tube, her eyes locked on his. She did this with her mashed potatoes as well, moaning for his benefit as she took them into her mouth. Roy's heart was beating rapidly, and every part of him demanded that he bend her over the table and take her right there in the middle of the restaurant. Helen looked as if she wanted him to just that, her eyes were burning with lust brightly as she stared at him. They ate on autopilot, the tension between them building with every bite and swallow, and every swish of their beverages down their throats. Finally their plates were cleared and they were waiting for their bill. Helen chatted to him about what he wanted to do this weekend, and while she had him in this state she managed to convince him to go to see Mamma Mia on Saturday night, something she'd been trying to drag him to for months. The bill was brought to them and paid. They got up and left, Roy opening the passenger door for her as she got into the car. Roy walked around and got into the passenger, and immediately they were on each other. His hand buried itself in her hair, holding the back of her head as their lips met with frantic need. Helen's tongue pushed past Roy's lips and slid along his, tasting his mouth for the first time in two weeks. They'd worried that if they allowed themselves any sort of contact they'd give in too soon, they both wanted this to work. Helen's hand went to his groin, cupping his package gently, fondling it carefully as his hands ran up along her torso. Roy's mouth went to her neck and his hands reached up to cup her breasts through her dress. "God I want you," he breathed into her ear, her scent filling his nostrils. "I need it," she whimpered, holding his face to the crook of her neck as she squeezed his swelling cock. Roy pressed a hand against her shoulder and was about to push her back against her seat to take this further, but she stopped him gently. "No, I want this to be special," she said, it took great effort for her to get those words out. Roy pulled away and fumbled in his pocket for his keys. He found them and slid them into the ignition, the engine fired and he pulled out. They drove quickly, arriving at home within fifteen minutes. He parked in their driveway beside her car and the two rushed into the house as quickly as their feet would take them. Roy kicked the door closed behind him as he entered Helen's embrace, pushing her to the wall as they kissed desperately. Helen brought her leg up and wrapped it around him, and groaned into his mouth as he lifted her, pinning her to the wall with his hips so she could wrap her other leg around him. Her legs squeezed around him tight as he pulled away from the wall and carried her to the stairs. Roy pinned her to the wall once more, kissing her again, their tongues sliding together before he pulled her to him again and went heavily up the stairs. Helen attacked him with her mouth, kissing his neck, face and lips as he took her to bed. He laid her out on the bed and kissed her, stretching his body out on top of hers. Roy's hands trailed up her side, cupping her heavy tits through her dress, squeezing the firm mounds teasingly. Helen's legs opened to him, her bare calves running along the soft fabric of his pants. Her hands went to the back of his head, her fingers combing through his hair, the well-manicured nails dragging along his scalp. Helen's legs ran up along the back of his thighs to his ass, pulling his groin to her pubic mound. Roy brought his mouth to her neck and thrust his hips against her, her bare pussy pressing against the protruding tent in his slacks. "No underwear, naughty girl," he said breathlessly. "I keep ruining them, I've been wet for days," she replied heatedly. Her pussy left a damp spot on the crotch of his pants as he pushed his hips into her, she whimpered longingly into his mouth as their lips sealed together once more. Roy groaned into her mouth, a deep and guttural sound that rumbled out from him dangerously. Helen felt a quiver of excitement run through her as his hands left her breasts and trailed down her flank, scrunching up the hem of her dress until it was bunched up around her slender waist. Helen lifted her ass from the bed, letting him slide the soft satin fabric along her smooth body. First her taut abdomen was unveiled, next the undersides of her voluptuous breasts, then over her head and discarded to the floor. Roy's lips returned to hers, and his warm hands trailed along her soft skin of her tummy, making Helen wiggle happily under him as he reached up and cupped her breasts through her dark blue bra. Their tongues embraced, sliding along each other, both excited by what they were about to do with the other. Helen reached between them and undid the buttons of Roy's shirt, revealing more of his powerful chest and flat stomach with each one. His shirt hung open, and Helen dragged her nails gently along his chest and stomach, sending shivers through Roy. The bulge in his pants pressed against her wet sex, their hips shifting against each other as they writhed on the bed together. Roy reached under Helen, following the strap of her bra to the clasp that held it closed. With nimble fingers he undid it, the garment growing slack around her bust. His gentle caress came back around, his fingertips trailing along her ribs until they reached the sides of her freed breasts. Roy reached beneath the cups, pushing them higher on her chest as he squeezed and fondled them. Helen exhaled sharply when his thumbs flicked across her stiff nipples, her right hand flattened against his chest and slid downward. It was nice here, in the home they'd made for themselves; a quiet corner of this bustling city all to themselves. Helen felt the gentle definition of his abdominal muscles as her hand made its pilgrimage down his body. She reached the waist of his slacks and searched blindly for his belt buckle. Her other hand joined the first when she found it, and quickly had it open. She slid the slim leather band out through the belt loops and turned her attention to his fly. Still working blind, Helen found the button and undid it, leaving nothing but the zipper. One hand reached down, caressing his erect cock through his pants, giving it a gentle squeeze as she drew down the zipper. Roy rolled her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, causing her to gasp into his mouth. Helen's sensitive nipples caused tremors of pleasure to rumble through a deep part of herself. Her hand slid inside his slacks and gripped his manhood through his boxers. "Does that feel alright?" Helen asked, breaking the kiss at last. "It's good," Roy replied, bringing his mouth back to hers. Their heads tilted from side to side, their noses brushing against each other as their tongues found each other once more and resumed their sordid little dance. Helen stroked his cock gently through his underwear, the head leaking pre-cum into the cotton. His hips rocked against her hand, and she was encouraged that he was indeed okay. Recovery from a vasectomy reversal was usually fairly quick and generally the man was ready for physical intimacy after two weeks. A fortnight, the longest they'd been without each other since they'd reunited. Now they were rejoined, ready to go one step further together, to make the ultimate commitment and perform the truest display of love. Helen's hand slipped beneath the waistband of Roy's boxers, finding his manhood, knowing that now they could give each other the greatest gift of all: a child. Roy moaned into her mouth as finally his aching manhood made direct contact with her. His heart raced with nervousness, worried that they'd waited too long, that they wouldn't have the success they were hoping for. He pushed past that sense of uncertainty, reassured by the knowledge that they'd figure it out, somehow. They were together, forever, that's what mattered most. But he wanted to give her the family she desired, the one she deserved. He kissed her with increased passion, and Helen felt the change in his mood. Roy pulled away and stood at the foot of the bed, letting his shirt fall from his shoulders and his pants into a puddle around his ankles. He clambered back into bed, both of them now naked. Roy's throbbing organ slid between them, flattening between their stomachs as he kissed her again. Helen pushed his shoulder and they rolled over so she was now straddling his hips. She took his turgid manhood and ran the head along the glistening folds of her sex before pressing it against her opening. They sighed happily in harmony as she lowered herself down on his fully erect cock, the head pushing past the tight opening and into her narrow channel. Every ridge was felt, every vein noticed, all of him, the fullness of him inside her, the engorged organ that declared him a man sliding into that which made her a woman to the sound of their utterances of absolute pleasure. She leaned forward, pressing her mouth to his, kissing him fully as she began to rock her hips gently on top of him. He slid out from her partially, and then re-entered her, returning to its rightful place. Roy ran his hands down her back, his fingertips following the path of her spine down to her tailbone. They wrapped tightly around her waist, steadying her as she increased the pace and length of her thrusts. Helen pulled back from him, pressing her hands against his shoulders as she flexed her legs and rose up from his cock, her eyes closing and mouth opening in a silent cry as she lowered herself back down on his stiff member. He was now as deep inside of her as he could be, his helm threatening to hit the back of her channel, his throbbing organ pulsing inside her. Helen drew herself up and then down again, finding a rhythm as she began to ride him. Roy brought his hand upward and cupped her breasts, squeezing them as she worked herself up and down his shaft, her back arching and thrusting her chest forward to meet his touch. Helen ground her clit into his pubic bone on the bottom of every thrust, her hips undulating in his lap before she rose up once more. Her abdominal muscles worked her body during these brief moments, the control she had over them developed over a great deal of time with Roy. Her internal muscles tightened around his shaft as she drew herself upward, and relaxed as she slid back down on his pole. His cock glistened with her nectar and his pre-cum, the two fluids mixing together to create a natural lubricant for their love making. Helen leaned back, her hair cascading behind her and swaying as she began to ride him hard, now trusting that she wasn't going to hurt him. His hands slid down her torso and then gripped her waist as she bounced on his cock. Her breasts bounced wildly, unrestrained and free to move in whatever crazed pattern they chose. The firm orbs impacting against each other and ripples running through them from the force of impact when his shaft bottomed out inside her. Roy slid his hand down to her thighs, feeling them flex in his grasp as she pushed herself upward and then relax as they lowered her back down. Her channel tightened around him as she flexed her legs, and relaxed when those same muscles grew slack, her entire body trying to draw out his seed. Roy reached up and around her, his hands splaying over her shoulder blades and pulling her down to him. He kissed her and thrust his hips up into her. Helen pushed back against his cock, the two meeting in the middle. Her ass rippled from the force of the impact, tremors going through the firm flesh of her buttocks as Roy flexed his glutes to drive his shaft into her. His hands groped her ass, pulling her down onto his throbbing organ as he lunged up into her. Helen's mouth went to his throat, and Roy's face was buried in the crook of her neck as she kissed her way down to his shoulder. She bit into his shoulder gently, sending a jolt of excitement through Roy. He kissed her neck as he thrust into her body, his engorged shaft stretching her tight pussy as it slid into her well lubricated channel. Helen squealed into him, her teeth biting down harder on his shoulder as her body stiffened on top of his. Her pussy clamped down on his shaft and he drove it deep inside and held it there for the duration of her climax. Helen shuddered and shook, trembling pulses of pleasure coursing through her body for the first time in two weeks. She gripped Roy's head tight as she came, a violent release of her pent up sexual frustration. Roy held still, letting her recover before he continued. Her breath came out shakily but eventually became more even, and she grew still on top of him as her climax left her. Roy kissed her neck gently and then her jawline, coming around and pressing his lips to her cheek before finally finding her mouth with his. Their tongues circled each other lazily, and Roy ran his hands along her body, massaging the muscles of her back gently as they kissed. Helen braced herself as she felt one of Roy's hands slide up to her shoulder blades, the other staying at the small of her back as he cradled her. His body rolled, carrying her with him and without missing a beat he began to drive into her. Roy reached up, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the bed above her head as he thrust into her in a fluid motion. Helen's barely restrained cries of pleasure filled their bedroom as he increased the pace, taking his pleasure from her body and giving her plenty in return. He continued to kiss her, even as his pace grew to be violent. Helen planted her feet on the mattress and thrust upward to meet him. The bed shook, and perspiration coated both of their forms as their bodies performed a horizontal dance, sensual and depraved. Their sweaty foreheads pressed together as they kissed, their lips brushing against each other as they moaned freely. Roy released her hands and used his own as supports for his upper body on either side of her head, pushing into her with his full strength, feeling that he was close. He sank into her and ground his pubic bone against Helen, his member throbbing dangerously inside her. Roy withdrew and resumed the swaying of his hips as he took her more tenderly, slowing down as he felt his body relaxing. His orgasm was coming and he didn't fight it, he embraced it. He tilted his head and brought kissed her quivering lips, her soft mouth molding to the kiss and their tongues finding each other amidst the torrent of pleasure they felt together. Helen's legs wrapped around him and her arms held him to her, embracing him with her entire body, inviting him to her. Then it came. It started as a vibration, a slight trembling, that grew into a violent rocking. Roy's buttocks clenched, driving him as deep into Helen as he could get, his shaft swelled inside of her, and then his balls tightened against his body. Helen held on to him tight as his body jerked violently against hers, and savoured the groan of sheer ecstasy he expelled as finally the tension inside his body was released. She felt the hot stream begin, a sudden impact against her cervix that signalled the signaled the single most potent moment of their lives. Roy's mouth never left Helen's, and she gripped onto him so hard as he came that her arms ached. His semen flowed from him freely, filling her with his hot cum. His now fertile seed flowed into her fruitful womb, taking root where once it once lay dormant. He'd found it, the way to assure she wouldn't be alone when he was gone, that she would grow old and die with the people she loved around her. He'd give her children, and he'd help her raise them, he'd live long enough for that. They'd love them, and he'd leave her a piece of himself after he passed. Roy nearly wept tears of joy as his body continued to pump his hot seed into her, the pleasure he was feeling making him dizzy. He loved her, so utterly and completely, whether it was wrong or not, whether it made sense or not, he loved her with his entire being, and everything felt right. Helen came beneath him, her own orgasm hitting her with a force that was entirely new to her. Her mouth left his as she cried out, her muscles holding him flexing as she gripped him tight, as if letting him go now would mean she'd lose him forever, though she knew she never would. He was hers, and she was his. She felt him fill her, felt his manhood filling her womb with his seed. Roy pressed his mouth to hers, neither able to do more than keep their lips joined as they reached a state of simultaneous rapture. Roy's cock continued to pulse inside her, the force behind each growing weaker until the flow of his semen ebbed. They lay on their bed shaking, a sense of euphoric joy washing over them, consuming them, overwhelming them. They regained control over their mouths and used them to kiss each other with a degree of love neither had been able to express up until that point. Slowly the rush faded, and Roy's erection receded, but the sense of contentment the two felt from being together endured. His spent member slid from her body, and he rolled over onto his side, Helen following him. Roy wrapped his arms around her, and she gripped his forearm gently as the two recovered from their lovemaking. "I love you, Helen," he said gently. "I love you too, Coach," she replied, grinning at him. Roy smiled at her and leaned towards her, their lips meeting as he kissed her once more. *** Epilogue Twenty Years Later Helen gripped the hand in hers tight for support, tears welling up in her eyes as she watched the procession of mourners. "It's alright Mom," said Clara, wrapping her arm around her mother's shoulders. "He was such a good man," she said shakily. "He had a long life, and he died at peace," Clara said consolingly. Helen nodded, "I know, it's just..." she started to cry more harshly. Seeing her mother upset like this frightened Clara, and she scanned the room in desperation. Only to realise the person she was looking for was right behind her. "It's alright Clara, here," her father said, taking her mother into his arms. Helen leaned heavily against Roy, "I'm sorry. I didn't think it'd hit me so hard. He was always so nice, he always so good to Kayla." "I know, come on," Roy replied, leading her out of the funeral home. He'd been nearly ninety, and had died peacefully in his sleep, a gentle death for a kind and gentle man. Helen hadn't known him very well, but she'd always appreciated how nice he'd been to Kayla. She calmed down with Roy next to her, and by the time they got through the doors and into the May sunshine she began to feel better. "I hate these things," Roy murmured. "They're important," Helen said. "When I die, I want people to celebrate my life not mourn my death," he replied. "Easier said than done," Clara replied. Roy smiled at her, "I suppose so. Where's your brother?" "Off with Caleb and Val," she replied, "I think Neil likes her," she continued, sharing her elder brother's secrets. "Of course he does," Roy replied, looking at Helen who smiled blushingly. Valerie was the daughter of Chloe and Chris, who'd gotten engaged the year Helen had become pregnant with Neil. A year later they'd been married and Val had been on the way "She is quite beautiful," Helen replied. "You're beautiful," Roy told her. Clara rolled her eyes, "Blech, I'm going to go find Neil." Roy laughed as she left and turned to Helen, who was smiling now too. Their children brought them such joy, Neil was in his first year of college and Clara was in eleventh grade. Twenty two years of marriage, and still in love. It had begun one town over, in the diner where Helen had worked as a waitress, fearing that she'd be unable to pay for college. He'd wandered in there, lost, bitter, and confused. Helen had seen something inside him, and in a bout of insanity or fate had made love for the first time that very night. The years of his life spent here had saved him, and the malfunctioning of a GPS system given to him by his friend Mike as a Christmas gift had sent him down that path. Roy laughed, the connection just donning on him. Coach King Ch. 12 "What is it?" she asked him. "I just realised, Mike's the reason we met. He gave me the GPS that malfunctioned and brought me to Deer River," he said. "I'll have to thank him the next time we see him," Helen replied. Roy smiled at her, and she smiled back. He reached down, cupped the back of her head and brought his lips to hers. *** Afterword: As always I encourage you all to leave a comment or a rating, it truly does help me out and I enjoy hearing from you all. If you wish to contact me directly you can do so through the 'Contact' tab in my Literotica profile. There you will also find a link to a Tumblr site that I've set up to provide updates to my readers in my bio. Once more, I'd like to thank you all for reading and supporting me through the writing of this series. To have produced something that has received such a wonderful response has been truly overwhelming. I wish to assure all of my regular readers that I am hard at work on another series, and have plenty of ideas for others. Although this is the end of Roy and Helen's tale, this isn't the last you'll see from me. -Max Coach King Roy's hands went to her hips to steady her as he began thrusting upward to meet her. Soon she was riding his cock at a feverish pace, the sound of their flesh colliding filled the car. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and sweat was soon trailing down both their bodies from the exertion of their love making, their breathing was heavy. Roy used his hands to drive her down on his cock, the added force made Helen moan with pleasure. Her thrusts were become more and more frantic. A brief moment of sanity struck Helen. "You can't cum in me, I'm not on the pill," she gasped, never missing a beat. "Don't worry, I can't make you pregnant," Roy replied hoarsely. Helen didn't know how that was, but was too far gone to question him any further, he felt too good inside her to stop. Well at least something good came out of that vasectomy. Roy thought. Lorie had insisted that he have the operation done a couple years ago after they'd decided that they wouldn't be having kids. Now he was about to cum inside of an 18 year old knockout without any fear of impregnating her. I'll have to thank Lorie when I see her. She trusted him at his word, and continued fucking him at the same feverish pace. Roy finally lost control over himself, he pulled her close, their bare torsos pressed firmly together as he began thrusting frantically upward into her. Helen's moans became cries as Roy rammed large cock up into her. "Oh...fuck!" Helen cried, her body began to spasm on top of him as her orgasm overcame her. Her pussy flexed around his cock, urging him to cum. The sensation Helen felt was one of pure ecstasy. "Uhhhn...!" Roy groaned like some sort of animal as Helen's spasms spurred him into his own orgasm, his cock throbbed, pumping his cum into her tight cunt. He came for what seemed like solid minute, thrusting upward unevenly, until finally he ran out of steam. Helen collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, her hard nipples pressing into his bare chest. Roy's breathing was ragged, he reached up and stroked Helen's hair lovingly, running his fingers through her silky mane as her breathing relaxed and his reached a normal rhythm. Why do I feel so safe with him? Helen wondered. For a moment she seemed to be asleep, his now flaccid cock was still inside of her, his cum oozed out of her pussy, down the insides of her thighs. Her eyes opened and she smiled tiredly. "For an old fella, you sure can show a girl a good time," she said huskily, surprising herself with her boldness. "For a young girl, you sure seemed to know what you were doing," he replied, returning her smile. "Hmm..." she moaned sexily, "I'm sure you could teach me a lot more, coach," she said, and she leaned forward and kissed him passionately once again. The kiss was less urgent, peaceful and highly intimate. Roy broke the kiss. "Don't you need to get home?" Roy asked. Fear lit up in Helen's eyes, replacing the post orgasmic shine that had been there. "Oh, shit. What time is it?" "It's almost 1:00am," Rob said, glancing at the clock on the centre console of his car. "Oh no, my mom's gonna freak!" Helen said. She got off of him, and began to put her clothes back on. "Just tell her you were getting to know your new coach more intimately," Roy joked, pulling up his pants. They were done for tonight he realised, which was probably for the best, he wasn't certain he would be able to get hard again for a while. "Oh, very funny,"she said, giving him a light slap on the shoulder. She had her panties, bra, and tank top back on, and was now fussing with her sarong. Roy redid the buttons on his shirt, and turned the cars headlights on. "So, you were going to show me how to get to Greenville. But now that that plan's been scrapped, how to I get to Wood Creek Secondary, in Riverside?" Helen laughed, "You're going to have to take me home first." "Agreed," Roy replied. Helen guided him through town, until they reached the outskirts. "You can stop here, my house is just up there," she said pointing to the white farm house just visible thanks to the moonlight, all the lights were out. "Thanks a lot for the ride, and for... everything else," she said blushing prettily. "It was my pleasure," Roy replied cheekily, causing Helen to giggle. "Now, to get to Riverside..."she gave him a set of simple directions; there were few roads in Deer Creek. "Alright, thanks. I guess I'll see you in September?" Roy replied. "Well...you could always come for a bite at Dead End Diner between then and now, if you want," Helen said leaning towards him. "I think I might," Roy said, just before their lips met for a farewell kiss. Helen exited the car, and waved as Roy pulled a U-Turn and drove off towards Riverside. Roy watched Helen watch him as he drove off into the night through his rear view mirror; she blew him a kiss and then turned to her house. A smile spread across his lips and Roy felt genuinely happy for the first time in months. *** Roy drove for another half hour until he finally reached Riverside. He drove through the town and found a 24 hour gas station. He filled up his car, and asked the guy at the cash where he could find a hotel. He was directed to one called the Waterfront Inn, which when he got there proved to be a decent looking place. He fell into bed fully clothed and fell asleep. Roy awoke at about 10:00 am, feeling incredibly thirsty and hungry. He got up, showered, and got dressed in some fresh clothes from his suitcase. He then went down to the restaurant that adjoined the inn for some breakfast. After he'd had some eggs and a couple cups of coffee, Roy was feeling better. He was sat happily remembering the night before, and got excited with the anticipation of seeing Helen again. First, I've got to call Wood Creek about that coaching position, Roy thought. He went back to his room and used the phone book to find the schools number. He punched the number into his phone and hit the green talk button. The phone rang three times before someone answered. "Hello, you've reached the main office of Wood Creek Secondary School. How may I help you?" a polite female voice said on the phone. "Hello, my name's Roy King, I'm looking to speak to the principal about a potential coaching position I heard might be available at Wood Creek." Roy replied. "Oh yes! Lovely, if you'll just stay on the line I'll forward you to Ms. Hall." "That would be perfect, thank you," Ron was put on hold, while he waited for Ms. Hall to pick up, he went to his suitcase and pulled out his resume. "Hello? Ms. Hall speaking, how may I help you?" a sultry female voice answered. Hmm, Roy thought, she sounds lovely. "Hello, my name's Roy King, I'm looking to apply for a coaching position I heard might be available at Wood Creek," Roy said, as professionally as possible. "I see, that's wonderful! We do have a position for a senior girls volleyball team that we've been having difficulty filling. If you'd like to come in for an interview I could meet with you later today," Ms. Hall replied. "That would be good with me, what time are you available," Roy asked. "Well, it's 11 o'clock now, why don't you come by for 12." "That sound good, thank you very much," Roy said. "See you in an hour, goodbye," Ms. Hall said. "Goodbye," Roy said. They must be desperate. Roy thought. Roy got up and dressed in the suit he was going to wear for his interview in Greenville. He then went downstairs to ask Jim, the owner of the inn, how to get to Wood Creek high. Once he had his directions, he headed out early, not wanting to be late if he got lost. He found the school no problem. It was only 11:35, so he had a bit of time to kill. He reviewed his resume, fixed up his appearance using the review mirror, and decided to go in at a quarter to 12. He walked through the main entrance, and was surprised to see students. They must be holding summer school here, Roy realized. He asked a passing student where the main office was, the young man said something incoherent, and pointed vaguely towards a side hallway, Roy thanked him and continued on. He wandered down the hallway and found a display case featuring the trophies won by Wood Creek in the past. Most of the awards for volleyball were from over a decade earlier. Not so successful, Roy thought. "Ah, yes. Our past victories. I was on the swim team when I went here. You must be Mr. Roy King," a familiar voice said behind him, "I'm Pamela Hall, we spoke on the phone. You can call me Pam." Pam held out her hand. Roy shook it. She was quite a bit younger than him. In her mid to late twenties Roy guessed. She held herself quite professionally. She had a lean build, and looked as if she had kept up her swimming. She was wearing a pant suit; her blonde hair was up in a ponytail, held in place by a pretty golden clip. She wore glasses, they were a slender black frame with rectangular lenses; the lenses magnified her already big blue eyes. Those blue eyes were currently appraising him just as he'd been appraising her. I wonder how I measure up? Roy wondered. "How about I give you a tour of the school while I interview you?" Pam asked finally. "Sounds good to me," Roy said, with what he hoped was a charming smile. He's awfully good looking. I hope he's qualified. Pam thought to herself. Pam led him down the hall, giving Roy an opportunity to surreptitiously examine her shapely ass. He was becoming rather aroused as he followed her. His eye's roamed the rest of her shapely body, taking in as much detail as he could. Are all the women at this school gorgeous? Roy thought, thinking of Helen. She guided him down the hall, giving him a brief history lesson on the school, and describing the layout to him. They walked past the main office, and Pam then started the interview. She asked him about his past experience, why he wanted to coach at Wood Creek, and all the other typical questions one gets asked during a job interview. She seemed to grow more and more pleased at each of his answers. She led him down to the gymnasium to show him the equipment. Most of it was old, but certainly serviceable. "Do you have a weight room?" Roy asked. "Well, umm... yes but why?" Pam asked. The female sports teams rarely used the weight room. "The girls will need to be in good shape if they want to win a championship," Roy replied. "You really think you can get us a championship?" Pam said skeptically. "I did it in Black River," he replied, trying not to sound too cocky. Hmmm... I see an opportunity, Pam thought to herself, she always was looking for opportunities to advance. "I see," she said, falling quiet. She's ambitious. Roy realized. And young. Probably worries that the older staff don't respect her. Her insecurity could be advantageous for him. "What I'll need to do is train them in the off season, as soon as school starts if possible. I'm going to assume I'm starting from scratch, and will build their stamina, flexibility, and strength," he said, "For that I'll need access to weight room at least 3 times a week." "That may be difficult. The football team uses the weight room before school, and a lot of students have a long day as it is. We bus them in from all the surrounding towns, some of their commutes are as much as an hours drive from here," Pam replied, biting her lower lip in thought. "The evening after school would be fine, I could drive the ones that need a ride home. I'll need to be as dedicated to them as they'll need to be dedicated to the team," Roy replied. He could see her brain working. She wants this. A championship would look really good for her. There must be some sort of trick, something else he wants. What is it? Pam thought to herself. "Why do you want to work here, seriously? I'm not too proud to admit that our school doesn't have the best athletic history, why would a coach with your credentials want to coach a sub-par team?" She asked. She knows I can get a job anywhere, I don't need this job, she needs me to take this job. If I can do for her what I did at Black River, she's certain to bring prestige to the school. A winning athletic team could increase enrollment in a school dramatically, which in turn would increase funding from the school board dramatically. This meant better equipment for everybody, the athletics department, as well as the science, arts, everyone. This would lead to better programs overall, and add to the overall prestige to the school. Taking this down-trodden school up from what it currently was to an elite institution would quickly advance Pam's career. And she knew it. "Actually, I'm not certain I do," Roy said, nonchalantly. Pam looked angry for a moment, but then understanding bloomed on her pretty face. Men are such simple beasts, she thought to herself, her mother had taught her that lesson years ago. "Oh?" Pam said, "Are you suggesting that I somehow sweeten the offer?" she asked striding towards him, coming close enough that he could smell her shampoo over the smell of sweat emanating from the locker rooms. It wouldn't be the first time Pam had used her good looks to get ahead. Professors at teachers college were only human. Just two years out of teachers college, and she'd already managed to land a position as a principal, she'd found the right heads to polish. Not that anyone else wanted the job, but at 26, she already was further ahead than many at 40. When did I start getting so lucky? I ought to play the lottery. Roy thought to himself, rather than risk saying something that would change her mind, he decided to remain silent and see where Pam took this. Pam took his silence as a yes. "How about we go back to my office, and we'll see what I can do to convince you." As she said the words convince you she stood up on her toes, and her voice took on a husky edge. "I'm sure we can reach some sort of arrangement," she whispered into his ear sexily, her hand traced the bulge that had developed at his crotch, which she squeezed gently as turned away leaving him to follow her. Roy's cock was raging hard as he followed her back down the hallway towards the main office. "Beth, Mr. King and I are going to continue our interview in my office. See that we aren't interrupted," Pam told her elderly secretary. The one I spoke to on the phone. Roy guessed. "Of course mam, nobody will disturb you," Beth said dutifully. Pam continued past the secretary's desk, and led Roy down a narrow hallway, at the end of which was a door with a sign that read Principal Hall's Office. Pam led him through the door into the cozy room. She shut the door. "You know, I was told that when the school first opened, the principal requested that the room be soundproofed so that when he had to give students the strap their cries wouldn't disturb those working in the office. When I first started here last year, I went in and yelled as loud as I could after I closed the door for Beth. Despite her age, her hearing's fine, but she didn't come running, so I guess that means the story's true. Now, why don't you sit?" she suggested, gesturing towards the comfy looking chair behind her desk. Pam was clearly a young woman who knew how to get what she wanted. Roy sat in silence and let her do what she would. She strode towards him, "I'm going to give you a little show," she said with a seductive smile on her face "and from there ... we'll see." Roy felt his cock twitch in his pants. Pam turned away from him, and began to sway her hips to some imaginary music, circling them in a figure eight. Roy's eyes were locked to her ass as she gyrated erotically, but restrained himself from touching her. She turned and approached him slowly, reaching forward she lifted Roy's chin with her finger, she leaned in as if she were going to kiss him. He leaned forward to meet her, closing his eyes in anticipation, but she pushed his head back. "Not yet, coach," she said. She removed the pin from her golden hair, and let it fall wildly. She continued her sensual dance, and gradually unbuttoned her blouse, beginning at the top. Just as Roy was beginning to get a good view of her enticing cleavage, she turned around so that her back was to him, she looked back at him, continuing to sway her hips and unbutton her blouse. She smiled the same sexy smile she had earlier, and raised her shoulder so that her shirt slid down a little bit down, exposing the cream colored skin of her shoulder. She slid both arms out of the sleeves of her blouse; she turned to face Roy, but moved the top around so that it was covering her bra. She then allowed it to ever so slowly drop to the floor, revealing her lacy white bra to him. Her entrancing blue eyes never left him as she arched her back and unzipped her skirt and a slid the garment down her truly alluring body. She wore beige stockings over her long, well-toned legs, and lacy white panties that matched her bra. She kept them on as knelt down on the floor in front of him. "Now, let's see what we've got in here," she said. She drew his shirt out from his waistband, and then proceeded to undo the button and unzip the fly of his dress pants. She grabbed the waistband of both his boxer shorts and dress pants, tugging both down to the floor. His cock sprung free, striking against her chin. "Hmm," she sighed pleasurably, "Now what should I do with this?" she asked rhetorically. She leaned down, bring her mouth close enough to Roy's cock that he could feel her warm breath on the head of his cock. Her tongue snaked out and she swirled it around his cockhead. She then leaned closer and wrapped her luscious lips around the fat head of his cock. She pushed her neck forward, taking more of him into her warm, wet mouth. Pam continued to push his throbbing member into her mouth, until it reached the back of her throat. She still had a third to go to get it completely in, so she braced herself against her gag reflex and pushed onward. The muscles in her throat relaxed to accommodate the girth of Roy's erection, and soon Pam was deep-throating him. Roy looked down as this blonde beauty, she hadn't removed her glasses which just added to the eroticism of the situation. She began to bob her head up and down, gradually increasing the length of her strokes, until she was fucking his cock with her face. She reached around to her back, undoing the clasp of her bra. Her heavy breasts came spilling out. They weren't nearly as large as Helen's but they fit her frame very well. He reached down and tugged at the pink nipple that capped the pale flesh of her breast, causing Pam to moan pleasurably around his cock. Roy realized that Pam was far more experienced than both his wife and Helen, and that she could take a lot more abuse. He grabbed her by the back of the head and began thrusting his cock upward into her mouth. She gagged around his cock, but quickly adapted and Roy continued fucking her face. Pam's hand found his scrotum; she juggled his balls in her hand as he bottomed out in her throat. Saliva and pre-cum lubricated Roy's cock, and his thrusts became more frantic. Not yet, he thought, I can't cum now. He was about to cum when he pushed her head away. Pam looked as if he'd slapped her across the face. What's he doing? She thought angrily. Roy stood. "Bend over the desk," he commanded sternly. I see, he wants to fuck the principal while she's bent over her own desk, very naughty. Pam thought. She did as instructed, bending over at the waist flat against the cool wood of the desk, her breasts squashed beneath her. Roy got behind her, pulling down her panties revealing her beautiful pink pussy to him. He ran his finger along her gash, causing Pam to moan in pleasure. She was already wet, and ready to be fucked. Coach King "Fuck me with your cock, fill me, take me from behind like a dirty little slut!" Pam growled huskily, looking at him from over her shoulder. Roy decided to grant her that request. He put one hand on her hip, and grasped his cock with the other. He ran the head of his cock along the lips of her pussy until he found her opening. He buried his cock into her with one swift thrust of his hips, the entire length at once. Pam cried out, as much from pleasure as from pain. Roy didn't give an opportunity to recover, and began thrusting with full controlled thrusts, burying his cock repeatedly in her tight pussy. "Yes, that's right, fuck me hard." Pam growled. Roy used her hips as leverage to put his full force behind each thrust. Pam's face contorted with pleasure and lust, her moans filling the room along with the sound of their bodies slapping together. Roy leaned over her, continuing his thrusts. With one hand he grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her head back. He directed her mouth to his, and Roy swallowed her moans of pleasure. They kept this position, their lips locked as Roy fucked her from behind. She's really quite flexible, Roy realized. He pushed her forward, grabbing both arms and using them as leavers to thrust even harder into her. Pam felt like she was being torn in two, and was loving every second of it. She loved the way this older man was using her body, it excited her knowing how much he wanted her. Roy realized that Pam's arms would quickly grow sore from their current position, so he let go of her forearms, and brought his hands down to her ass. He massaged the firm cheeks of her ass as he continued to fuck her pussy. Roy reached beneath Pam, and found her clit with his hand. He skillfully played with her clitoris as he fucked her hard. Pam's cries of pleasure grew even louder, Roy kept up the pressure on her clit, wanting to get her off. Her orgasm hit Pam hard, she moaned throatily, her back arched and she writhed on top of the desk. Roy continued fucking her through the spasms of her pussy, prolonging her orgasm further. My God, nobody's ever fucked me like this, Pam thought. When her orgasm had finally passed, Roy kept his painfully erect cock buried in her. Leaning forward he whispered in her ear. "Now you need to make me cum." "How do you want me?" she asked breathlessly. "I want you to ride me until I explode." He replied. "I'll do my best," she promised. Roy sat back down in her office chair. Pam straddled his legs, and lowered herself onto his cock. Her pussy stretched to fit the entire shaft inside her. She moaned softly as he bottomed out. She began to thrust her hips upward, her strong legs flexed driving herself upwards and back down onto his cock. She placed her hands on the back of the chair, on either side of Roy's head for balance. This gave him excellent access to her bouncing breasts. He grasped each breast in each of his hands, and leaned forward to take the nipple of her right breast into her mouth. He toyed with the nipple with his tongue, and bit on it gently. This elicited an approving moan from Pam. She continued to ride him, taking the full length of his cock inside her as she thrust up and down, Roy was quickly approaching the edge once again. Pam moaned with the pleasure Roy was giving her with his mouth. But he couldn't hold on much longer, he broke away from her breasts, he brought his hands back to her hips and guided her up and down his cock. He grasped her hips and thrust upward forcefully, driving his shaft into her drenched pussy. Wet slapping sounds filled the room. Roy felt himself losing control. "I want to cum on you," Roy said. Pam looked as if she might refuse him, but then remembered who held the power in this situation and relented. I need him, she told herself. She dismounted and knelt in front of him. Roy stood, grasping his cock, he began to stroke it aiming down at her face. Somehow she hadn't lost her glasses throughout the entirety of their love making; her magnified eyes looked up at him pleadingly. They begged him to cum all over her. "Come on coach, come all over me. Splatter me full of your cum," she mewled sexily. Her dirty talk continued. Roy continued pumping his cock, until suddenly it hit him, his cock twitched and he groaned loudly. Cum came exploding from his cock, splattering across Pam's face and onto her chest. Streams of Roy's cum streaked her upturned face, and proudly standing breasts. When he could no longer stroke his own cock, Pam reached up and milked the remaining globs of cum into her mouth. It doesn't taste too bad, she thought to herself. Her hand gently massaged his balls, she wrapped her lips around his cock and bobbed up and down, urging every last drop of his seed out of his balls and into her mouth. Roy looked down at the aftermath. Her face was an absolute mess. Her glasses were smeared with cum, a stream of semen went from her left cheek to her forehead, and her tits were splattered with the sticky white substance. He withdrew his cock from her mouth, and admired the silvery tendrils that joined the tip to her lower lip, completing the wanton display before him. Somehow he'd managed to not get any cum in her hair, and for that Pam was thankful. Roy collapsed back into the chair, and watched as Pam used her hand to scoop his seed from her face and take it into her mouth. She removed her glasses, and licked the lenses clean. "Could you pass that to me?" she asked pointing to a box of tissues on the desk. Roy obliged, and watched her clean her glasses and then wipe the cum off her breasts as he recuperated. Once she was clean, she gathered her clothes, and began to redress. Roy followed her lead. "So, did I convince you that Wood Creek Secondary is a great school to work at?" Pam asked once they were both fully dressed. Oh, Helen convinced before I even came here. Roy thought, though he didn't say so. It wouldn't bode well for him if the principal knew he'd fucked one of his students before he even started working at the school. "Most definitely, you've convinced me that I have your full support and trust. I think we'll have a very cooperative and successful relationship when I start here in September," Roy replied. "So you accept the position as the senior female volleyball coach?" she asked with a wry smile. "I do," Roy replied. And I think I'm going to enjoy every minute of it. *** I am a new comer to the world of writing erotic fiction, and this is my first attempt at writing such a story. Any constructive criticism is appreciated, also if anyone would like to offer their services as an editor, send me a messag. I am hoping to turn this into a series. Thanks for reading. - Max