4 comments/ 158702 views/ 16 favorites Hockey Mom By: Omega12 Amanda's daughter just loved playing hockey. Amanda wished Sandra was more interested in her school work or in drama or dance, or if she had to play a sport, why not tennis? When the coach of the girl's hockey team got sick, Amanda got sucked in to becoming coach on a temporary basis. Amanda had done figure skating when she was in school, but she had no interest in hockey; however she knew how to skate and that's all it took for her to be made temporary coach. Amanda had long chocolate brown hair that hung down to her shoulders, small but perky breasts and her ass seemed to stick out because she was small and slim. Amanda had always attracted a lot of male attention but she was happily married to Billie, her childhood sweetheart. State regional finals started the following week for both the boys and girls hockey teams in Dryden, a town about 6 hours away by bus. Frank was the coach of the boy's hockey team and while Amanda did not know him well, what little she knew she didn't like. He was arrogant, cocky, and had an over inflated opinion of himself. He had even made a pass at her once, even though he knew she was married. However now she had no choice but to work with him on all the things that had to be done. There were things like arranging bus transportation, reserving hotel rooms, and getting parental consent forms signed and collecting the necessary money. Frank was divorced so he suggested they meet in his apartment after school because his place would be a nice quiet place to work. There was no way Amanda was going to his apartment so she reluctantly suggested they meet at her house. Frank said since he lived further away it would save time if they had dinner at Amanda's place and then they could get right to work. Amanda was a little annoyed at Frank inviting himself to dinner, but in a roundabout way it made sense so she said yes. The 1st evening Amanda introduced Billie, her husband, to Frank, and then left them to make dinner. They went into the living room to wait for dinner. Frank sat in Billie's recliner chair and turned on the TV to the sports channel. Billie liked to watch the news when he got home but here was Frank sitting in his chair watching sports without even asking him. That was bad enough but Frank said he liked to have a couple beers before dinner; actually it was 3 or 4, so he had Billie running to the fridge and back bringing him beer. Billie had a beer to be sociable but after that he just brought beer for Frank. When Amanda called them to dinner, Frank sat at the head of the table, and since neither one of them wanted to embarrass him, they let him sit there. Frank said, "Don't you have any wine Billie? I always have wine with dinner." They occasionally had wine so Billie brought out a bottle and poured 3 glasses. "What kind of cheap stuff is that? What does it cost, 3 dollars a bottle? That is not what you serve guests. I like Lavientia Red so since I am going to be here 3 evenings why don't you buy a bottle for tomorrow nights dinner? After dinner Amanda asked Billie if he would do the dishes so that they could get started on their work. "To bad he can't cook dinner too," Frank said. "Billie does cook dinner once in a while," Amanda said; "he's very good." "Excellent," Frank said speaking to Billie. "You cook dinner and wash up afterwards for the next 2 nights; that will leave your wife and I more time to do the important stuff." Amanda was surprised that Billie didn't say anything but since he didn't, she didn't either. They sat on the sofa and started reviewing the "to-do list." Amanda tried to keep some space between them but Frank kept moving closer until he had her against the arm of the sofa with his leg pressed against hers. Every time she leaned over to look at a document on Frank's lap, he would get a good look at her cleavage. "Stop looking down my blouse," Amanda complained. "If you didn't want me to see your tits you wouldn't have your blouse half undone." Amanda blushed when she realized the top 2 buttons had come undone. "Fine, I'll put the papers on your lap then," Frank said That turned out to be a bad idea because Frank used that as an excuse to feel her leg every time he fumbled with the papers. One of the main jobs they had to do was call the parents, answer any questions they had, and get them to sign the consent forms. Frank had little trouble getting the mothers of the boys to sign, but Amanda had a much tougher time with the mothers of the girls. They asked a lot more questions so Amanda spent a lot more time on the phone. They alternated making the calls. When it was Amanda's turn, as soon as she made a connection, Frank would move his hand from her leg to her crotch. She would try and push his hand away but she couldn't say anything because she was talking to one of the girls mothers. She had her legs crossed but Frank could still get a couple fingers between her legs. When she hung up, she was very angry. "Frank, you sick bastard, trying to feel me up while I talk on the phone and my husband could walk in anytime." "Don't talk so loud or your husband might hear you? It's my turn to use the phone so you can return the favor and do me while I talk." "I wouldn't touch you if you were the last man on earth," she said in a lower voice. When it was her turn to make the next call she said, "Now I'm warning you, don't touch me again." Amanda couldn't believe it, she had no sooner started talking on the phone and Frank had his fingers back between her legs. It wasn't a gentle loving caress either; it was hard thrusts with his fingers trying to force her legs apart. She pushed hard against his hand trying to prevent him from opening her legs but he was stronger than she and he was succeeding anyway. He had his hand between her legs when Billie walked in from the kitchen. Frank quickly withdrew his hand and Amanda was embarrassed but Billie didn't seem to notice as he came in and sat down. Shortly after that Frank said they had made a good start and they would continue tomorrow. The following day when Frank showed up for dinner he was pleased to see Billie had bought the wine he wanted. After dinner Amanda told her husband to leave the dishes and do them later so that he could join them in the living room. Frank asked Billie if they had a TV in the den and when he said yes, Frank suggested Billie would enjoy himself more watching TV in the den than he would listening to their boring conversation. Billie agreed and Frank could see the flash of anger on Amanda's face but she didn't say anything. As Billie headed for the den Frank said, "And close the door so the noise of the TV won't disturb us." When he left, Amanda said, "You think you're pretty clever getting rid of Billie that way, don't you? Well it's not going to work. I'm not letting a sex pervert like you maul me tonight." A half hour later while Amanda was on the phone he was at it again. This time he forced her legs apart and kept his hand there so that she couldn't cross them. Amanda couldn't understand it; when Billie made love to her he was gentle and loving, yet Frank could care less about her, only interested in his enjoyment but somehow her body was responding to his rough treatment. With her legs spread, Frank had better access and his fingers pushed hard against the entrance to her pussy, causing a tingling feeling right through her dress and her panties. Before her next call she said, "You dirty bastard, don't do that again. If you do I'm going to slap you and I don't care who hears it." This time Frank waited a couple minutes before he forced her legs further apart. It was easier this time than yesterday and with more room he could alternate between finger fucking and hard massages of her pussy with the palm of his hand. At one point Amanda was involuntary parting her legs to his thrilling touch before she realized what he was doing and clamped her legs tight together, but all that did was trap his hand and give her more thrills. Soon after that Amanda stood up saying, "It's almost 8 and Billie and I watch THE LIVING DAYS program every Tuesday on TV so you had better go home now and I'm not having you back unless you promise me that you will leave me alone." "OK Amanda, I promise." The following day they both returned to the living room after dinner and Billie went to the den to watch TV. Both Frank and Amanda were dressed differently this time. Frank was dressed casually in loose fitting track pants and Amanda was wearing slacks because she felt it was too easy for Frank to feel her up when she wore a dress the way she did the 2 previous nights. Most of the phone calls had been done so Amanda was busy entering data into her laptop for printout the next day. Because she sat hunched over the laptop on the coffee table in front of her Frank could not get at her, so he sat beside her giving her the information she needed when she asked for it. This gave Amanda a false sense of security because he didn't make any kind of move on her. She felt Frank had learned his lesson. That all changed when she made her 1st call. She was holding the cell phone to her right ear when Frank took her left hand and held it tight against his already hard cock. Now she knew why he was dressed the way he was. That bastard had no shorts on under his loose soft cotton pants. She tried to pull her hand away but he held her too tight. Then he started moving her hand up and down his cock forcing her to give him a hand job. She was disgusted at what he was making her do so she was annoyed when she felt her pussy moisten and a tingle in her loins. She tried to concentrate on her telephone conversation while Frank made her jerk him. A bit later she heard Frank groan as he came in her hand and she suddenly realized that Frank had removed his hand and she was the one jerking him off. She quickly withdrew her hand in embarrassment. When her phone call was over she said, "You are a degenerate and a liar too. I don't think I'll even go with you on that trip. You can find somebody else to coach the girls." "I'm sorry Amanda. It's just that you are so beautiful and soo sexy and sitting beside you in the privacy of your own home was just too much for me. It won't be like that on the trip. Both of us are going to be surrounded by our hockey teams all the time. We'll be lucky if we even see each other on the trip. Now I know I made you give me that hand job but I want you to know that was the best jerk off I've had in my whole life." He is nothing but a dirty pig so why did she feel pleased at what he said. The bus arrived at the hotel mid afternoon in plenty of time for their first game at seven. The kids were all excited, some away from home for the first time. They had pre booked five double rooms. Each room had a separate entranceway, two double beds and a bathroom but they were connected by an inside door. This allowed the 4 kids in one room to socialize with the 4 kids in the adjoining room, yet be locked at night for more privacy. So the girls had 2 double rooms for the 15 players on the team, the coaches had the middle double room and then the boys had the two double rooms on the other side. Dinner the first night was pizza delivered to each room. With the adjoining doors open the girls had two rooms full of giggling girls and Amanda spent her time going back and forth between the two rooms and Frank was doing the same thing with the boys. The tournament consisted of 3 games, and if any team won all 3 games they were the winner. If 2 teams were tied then whichever team scored the most goals was the winner. The girls won their 1st game and the boys lost theirs so while they were kind of dejected, Frank reminded them that if they won the next 2 they could still win the tournament. Then he went over to the girl's rooms to congratulate them on their victory. They were all excited, hugging their coach Amanda, and giving her high fives. She had to remind the girls that they had a morning practice and she wanted the doors between the rooms closed and locked at 10pm so that the girls could settle down and get some sleep. As Frank and Amanda left the girls room she mentioned her neck and back was sore. She was not used to coaching and the physical activity it required. Frank said, "I am trained in physiotherapy and I can give you a massage that will relax your muscles and allow you to get a good nights sleep. You have a big day tomorrow." "That would be wonderful," Amanda said, "Because I ache all over." In Amanda's room Frank said, "I can't massage you with all your clothes on. Do you sleep in pajamas, a nightie or nude?" "I sleep in a nightgown," Amanda said blushing. She changed into her nightgown in the bathroom; then came out and lay on her bed on her stomach. Frank warmed his hands in hot water, and then started his massage. It really did feel good and Amanda started to relax. Next he moved to her shoulders and massaged her with his strong fingers and it was relaxing. "Now, I need to relax you with a hot oil rub and I can't do that through your nightgown. I need you to help me take off your nightie and don't worry, I won't ask you to turn over and if it makes you feel more comfortable, I can lay a towel over your ass." He sounded sincere so she lifted up to allow him to slip her nightgown up and over her head. True to his word he massaged her back with deep finger massages and the soothing hot oil. When he moved his hands down to massage her ass she was not worried because it felt so good. When his hands started massaging her upper thighs she became a little more concerned because she could also feel stirrings of sexual arousal. His massage of her thighs felt soo good that she allowed him to part her legs a little bit. He left the bed for a moment to get more hot oil and when he returned he started rubbing it into her ass and allowing his fingers to push down her ass crack to her pussy. He could not get his fingers into her but he could touch her pussy sending erotic thrills through her. Then he lay down on top of her and she could feel his naked body against her. He must have taken off all his clothes when he went to get the hot oil. Now he started humping her between her legs and while he couldn't get into her pussy from that angle he could still rub his cock against the outside of her pussy. She could feel her pussy getting wet and sexual tingles exciting her pussy. She spread her legs a little more to give him better access to her and her pussy started to throb. "Lift up on your knees so that I can get at you," he whispered. "NO, you are supposed to be giving me a massage, not trying to fuck me." He continued to rub himself against her pussy while his hands moved up to try and caress her breasts. She wanted to feel his hands on her breasts so she got up on her elbows to give him freedom to do it. Now his hands on her breasts were sending thrills through her body and she wanted him to play with her breasts or suck her nipples but she knew that couldn't happen unless she turned over and she wasn't going to do that. "Get up on your knees so that I can get my cock in you and give you a thrilling orgasm that will totally relax you." "NO, leave me alone," she said but she was starting to squirm to increase the friction of his cock against her pussy. Now he was giving her neck bites that sent chills through her body. "Get up on your knees. I want to fuck you and you want it too." He lifted off her and used both hands to scratch down her back, massage her ass cheeks and then move to her hips to try and lift her up. She didn't help him but she didn't stop him either as he lifted her to her knees. Wasting no time he slammed his cock into her pussy from behind and he fucked her hard and fast as he yanked her hips back against him forcing his cock in even deeper. Then he changed his rhythm. He would pull all the way out and then slowly push in deep and hold it. His cock would tickle her clit on the way in and holding it deep in her, her pussy would pulse around his cock. She could feel her orgasm rapidly build and she tried not to moan as his spurting cock sent her over the edge. She rested for a short while enjoying the afterglow then said to Frank, "You sick bastard, if you are through raping me, get out of my room before I call hotel security." The next morning over breakfast she ignored every attempt he made to talk to her, and at lunch she just avoided him. The afternoon games went badly for both teams. The boys lost the 2nd game so they had no chance. They were playing the evening game just for pride. The girls lost also but since they won the first game, they still had a chance. Finally at dinner she came over to the table where he was sitting. "Tonight is a very important game for my girls and I want you to coach them. You must be good for something besides raping me." The boys were out of it so why not. Amanda was a sexy little bitch but she knew nothing about coaching. The girls were good and all it took was a little help from Frank and they won the game and the tournament. Amanda celebrated with the girls until ten at night when all the girls had to return to their rooms. Frank was watching TV when Amanda unlocked the door between their rooms and said to Frank, "I still have some champagne left in the bottle from my celebration with the girls, so if you promise to behave yourself you can come over and have a drink with me. I guess you did help us a little bit." That condescending little bitch, she had no clue about coaching and here she was celebrating like she had actually done something but, Frank thought to himself, I know of a better way that we can celebrate." Frank went into her room and she poured the champagne. There were only two chairs in the room; a lightly padded chair by the desk where she motioned for Frank to sit and a soft sofa lounge chair where she sat. She was wearing a tight blouse and a short skirt so when she sat in the sofa chair she exposed a lot of leg; the teasing bitch. They finished off the rest of the bottle and they talked about several things but neither one mentioned last night. She said the girls were so happy that they won the tournament they wanted Amanda to be their coach next year. "As I recall, I was the one who coached them in the championship game," Frank reminded her. "Yes, you helped too so come here and I'll give you a hug and a kiss, and then you had better go back to your room because it's getting late. She stood up, gave Frank a hug of sorts, almost no body contact and went to kiss him on the cheek. He grabbed her, pulled her tight against his body and kissed her on the lips even though she kept her mouth tightly closed. "Let go of me you pig, and get out of my room." He forced her to sit on the bed, tore open her blouse; that was easy as it was held closed with just two buttons; and yanked off her bra. He mauled her bare tits with his rough hands as he pushed her down on the bed. She used to like the way Billie, her husband, caressed her breasts. He was gentle as he lightly massaged and kissed her breasts. This guy was squeezing her breasts and nipples with his fingers and it hurt, well maybe not hurt, but uncomfortable so how come his rough treatment was causing her nipples to tingle. "Let go of me you hairy ape, and I told you to get out." He tried to kiss her but she turned her head so he attacked her tits, sucking them and biting her nipples. She liked it when Billie would lick her breasts as long as she wanted before she would push his head down to lick her pussy. He was biting her but it was exciting her and making her nipples puffy and itch. "Get off me you sex maniac," she said as Frank undid her skirt and started pulling it off her. Her pussy was starting to moisten so she didn't put up much of a struggle. Her pussy would always start to moisten when Billie started to suck her but this guy was giving her the same affect and he hadn't even touched her down there yet. Hockey Mom Julie Hockey Moms have been known to have a reputation of Soccer Moms on sterrhoids, in some ways this may be true, since they are required to get their kids to practices at all sorts of rinks and times of the day. However as a youth and high school hockey coach I feel a need to further define hock moms Hockey Mom Bitch, mom that drops their kids off late, not calling when they don't get their kids to practice, and then call and complain to the coach that kid isn't playing enough, or progressing faster. Even though they have never attended a game or practice Hot Hockey Mom, sits in the stands flirting with other hockey dads, coaches, etc.. Usually wears tight jeans, tight sweaters, and looks like she spent 4 hours at the salon before the coming to the rink. I have nothing against these moms, except they are bit distracting Average (Girl-next door) Hockey Mom, this is what Julie was. They arrive early for every practice and game. They are very courteous, cheer for all the players. They wear their winter coats in the stands, and all you ever see is their face, which is cute, but leaves you wondering what is under that coat. I had been coaching Julie's son for a couple years, and would likely be coaching him for several more years, as he would be starting high school next year, at the Catholic School where I coached. I had visited with Julie and her husband Dave before and after games briefly. These discussions were always brief and courteous; they seemed to be a friendly and happy couple. This past Saturday, we had a 9 AM Game, after the game I exchanged the usual small talk with parents including Julie and Dave. Dave was taking there son on a camping trip with, so they were departing directly. Meanwhile I visited a couple extra minutes with Julie. Like I described earlier, she was cute and friendly, but I really had no idea what she looked like under that coat. I headed back to the locker room to lockup and grab my gear, I headed back to the lobby, and I saw Julie visiting with some other parents. I figured I would walk over and visit for briefly. Just as I came across the lobby the other parents departed after collecting their son. Julie and I chatted briefly, she was curious about some Hockey camps her son was thinking of attending and wanted my opinion. This discussion ended up lasting about ½ and hour, and I was enjoying visiting with Julie. Let me take a moment to describe Julie, maybe 5'6", brown curly hair, and brown eyes. As I stated earlier with her winter coat, all I could guess is that she had an average build, and her age would maybe be mid-30's. At this time it was approaching noon, and I was getting hungry, and she didn't seem to be in any hurry to end our conversation.. I suggested we drive down the street to a coffee shop, explaining that I was hungry and we could continue our discussion on Hockey Camps. We drove separately to the coffee shop, her in a stereo typical mini-van and me in my sedan. When arrived we could see that it was crowded, and neither of us felt like. Looking next store there was a sport-bar that didn't seem very crowed, so we drove next door to the sports bar as it began to snow lightly. We walked in and grabbed a table near the back so we could talk. The friendly waitress dropped off a couple menus and asked for our drink orders. We figured we would order a pitcher of beer and relax while we talked. At this point I got a very pleasant surprise as Julie stood to remove her coat. As it turns out she was hiding a pretty nice figure under that coat. She was wearing a snug but not overly tight white blouse, showing just a bit of cleavage and I would estimate 34B breasts. I could now approximate her weight at 120-130lbs, and her butt looked pretty good in her jeans. The pitcher arrived and we ordered a couple of sandwiches. The waitress said it might take 10-15 minutes since they were short-handed in the kitchen. We told the waitress no problem as we weren't in a hurry. Well, by the time the food came we had consumed most of the pitcher and were joking about the bitchy hockey moms. After we finished eating, and the waitress had cleared our plates, we resumed discussing her son and hockey camps. I was in no hurry, since I was now definitely enjoying the view of her cleavage. She excused herself to the ladies room, and I got a very nice view of that tight ass as she walked to the restroom. After she returned I excused myself to the men's room. As I was returning I passed by another guy who apologized for hitting on my wife while I was in the restroom. He said he didn't realize we were married. To say the least I was confused for a moment, but I went along with it, and headed back to our table. As I approached I could Julie had a huge grin, half laughing. As I sat she explained. It seems while I in the restroom, one of the guys at the bar had approached Julie at our table. She explained that I was her husband but she told him she was flattered that he was interested in an "older" lady. I smiled and said, that I didn't blame him since you are the hottest lady in the bar. Julie blushed at my comment. A moment later another pitcher arrived at our table. The waitress explained that the guy who had approached Julie wanted to make sure there were no hard feelings and was buying us a round. We poured a couple more glasses and raised a toast towards him. Joking with Julie, I told her we better make sure we look like a couple, which again made Julie blush. I reached out to place my hand on hers as we refilled or glasses. She responded by grabbing my hand, and leaned in near my ear and whispered she was game to pretend that we were a couple. As she slowly leaned back, she hesitated as we looked into each others eyes, just a few inches a part. I am sure the beer was affecting us both a bit, but I figured what the heck, and gave her a quick kiss. Smiling, I said just playing my part. She was briefly surprised, but went along, and even gave me a quick kiss in return. When I looked back to the bar, I could see that pretty much everyone (including the guy who had hit on Julie) had left. We were almost done with the second pitcher when the waitress came by mentioning that it was snowing pretty heavily. It was then that realized we had been at the bar for almost 2 hours. After we each made another quick trip to the restroom, we headed outside. And sure enough 3-4 inches had accumulated while were inside. I assisted Julie through the icy parking lot to her mini-van. As she opened her door, I told her to give me her snow scraper, as she turned around with scraper in hand she again found ourselves face-to-face. I wasn't going to hesitate with this cute and sexy lady in right in front of me. I placed my hands on her shoulders and proceeded to kiss her deeply. At first she hesitated then joined in kissing me back. The deep kiss broke after what seemed a minute. We looked at each other, and I better not let her hesitate for to long, or this passion was going to cool off fast. I kissed her again, probing her mouth with my tongue. Again she hesitated briefly, but then I felt her tongue wrapping around my own. I pushed/lifted her into her minivan, closing the door behind me, as we landed on the back seat. We were necking like a couple of teenagers. I wanted Julie badly, and new any break in the action would quickly cool her down. Removing her coat and my own we resumed necking. Julie didn't back down when I began stroking her breasts through her blouse, her moans urged me on. If anybody could have seen us they would have thought we were a couple teenagers. But luckily the snow had covered all of the van windows, providing sufficient privacy. I continued to cup her breasts in my hands, as she and they responded positively to my caresses. I had enough of this teenage petting, unbuttoning her blouse exposing a pushup bra that made her breasts even more enticing. After I had removed her blouse she hesitated, looking around, after she also realized that no one could see us through the snow-covered windows laugh nervously. I had a primary mission of getting her out of that bra, I pulled the straps down off her shoulders, releasing her breasts from the bra. As I stated above they were about 34, perky with hardening nipples from the cool air. My mouth dove for her left breast sucking it deeply into my mouth, tonguing the harden nipple. I slowly allowed the breast to slip form my lips, sucking on the nipple. Julie let out a deep moan as the tip of her nipple popped from my mouth. I repeated this action, receiving a louder moan from Julie. In the meantime, Julie had reached between my legs, stroking my hardening cock through my jeans. Her finger outlined my hardening shaft. I switched breasts, sucking it deeply, while simultaneously lightly pinching her other nipple between my fingers. Luckily her head happened buried in my chest, as she let out a shriek. Continuing to tease her tits I pinched a bit harder. Her nipples were as hard as rocks from a combination of the chill and teasing. As great as Julie's tits were, I wanted more, I slid to the floor, removing her shoes as quickly as possible, looking up at her from the floor of the van, she looked so sexy, however she seemed to become hesitant as to what we were doing. She covered her breasts with her hands, partly for warmth, but what also appeared to be modesty. As I removed her second shoe, I stroked her jeans, along her calves. Julie, let's not cover those tits, but she resisted, as I ran my hands higher up her jeans, she cautiously spread her legs. As my hands reached her belt, I told her to pinch her nipples for me, looking into my eyes, she looked so innocent, but relented, pinching her own nipples, I watched as she bit her lower lip in response. I unfastened her jeans, raising her tight ass off the seat, sliding her jeans and panties down, and off. There she sat, naked in a cold mini-van, playing with her own tits. Her legs were partially spread, she had a slightly trimmed pussy. I eased her legs farther apart. I could smell her pussy's sweat aroma, as my tongue teased her just above her clit. Spreading her legs further, my tongue outlined her clit, cunt. She was already plenty wet as I licked at her juices. I looked up at her face, as my tongue probed her cunt. Her eyes rolled back, and I could she had submitted fully to what we were doing. I continued to tongue her clit, as I outlined her cunt lips with a finger. The combination of stimulation was having a massive affect on her, she kept her teeth clenched, afraid to yell out loud. Julie was close to orgasm, and I wanted to see her go over the edge with a bang. I sucked her clit into my mouth, lightly holding her clit between my teeth as my tongue flicked at the tip of her clit. She was approaching the point of no return, her pussy was saturated and oh so hot. I slid one finger into her, quickly followed by a second, twisting my finger around in her as I continued to suck on her clit. She momentarily let out another shriek, and then quickly gagged herself. Her body bucked, bouncing off the seat, but at no time did I relinquish my attack on her clit and pussy. Her body then fell momentarily, realizing she had just had her orgasm, I drove my fingers into her deeper, and sucked on her clit harder, getting another spasm from her body. I sat up next to her, as her head laid on my shoulder. AT that point I eased my fingers from her pussy. I grasped the back of her hair holding her head up so she could watch me suck her juices from one of my fingers. I then held the my other soaked finger near her lips, she looked at me and resisted, grasping her hair firmer, I leaned in and kissed her deeply, my tongue swirly around hers sharing the juices I just sucked off my finger. As we broke the kiss, I slipped the juice covered finger into her mouth, she then seductively began to suck on my finger, cleaning off all her juices. Julie now reached for my jeans, beginning to unfasten them, I decided to assist her, kicking off my shoes and sliding my jean and briefs off. My cock was already hard from anticipation, as she began stoking it with her chilly hands. The chill almost made me blow my load. She then began sliding one finger up and down to length of my shaft, hesitating to play with the pre-cum at the tip of my cock. She began to lean her head over near my cock, then just as I was anticipating her lips encapsulating my cock, she looked up at me, "I really don't like sucking cock, I will, just don't cum in my mouth". As she slowly took the head of my cock in her mouth, I smiled to my self wondering whether I would or not.. The warmth of her mouth was ecstatic, feeling her moist lips sucking on the head of my cock. However she hesitated to go down any further. I told her to kneel in the seat next to me, so that she could be more comfortable. As she did, could now reach over her ass, resume playing with her pussy while she sucked on my cock. This added to her stimulation and had the desired affect that I was after, in that she got into sucking my cock. She began moaning again as I re-entered her pussy with my fingers. She grasped at the base of my cock stroking to while sucking a little more of my cock into her mouth. With my other hand I grasped her hair encouraging her to go deeper. With the 2 fingers fucking her pussy, she went a bit deeper, then came off my cock, gasping she screamed out "YES". She dove back down onto my cock, with my hand on her head I pushed her down deeper. Her hips began to buck, with excitement. My own explosion was well on its way. She gasped for air once more, diving back on to my cock. I held her head down deep on my cock as I blew my load into her mouth. Simultaneously I drove my fingers into her deeper, putting her over the edge. The last shots from my cock onto her mouth as she orgasmed again. I backed off my pressure on her head only slightly so she could breathe and swallow my load. As she sat back up I thought she might really be pissed, but she was the complete opposite. I held her slackening body in my arms, as I wondered where this affair with Julie the Hockey Mom might lead. I may continue this story based on your feedback. Please let me know what you think. Hockey Mom Scores We were getting creamed. It was a full assault, head-to-head, old-fashioned butt kicking. Having played, coached and observed ice hockey for more than 20 years, I knew there would be games like this. But they seem to come when you least expect it. It was not yet 7 a.m. and my merry band of players were losing 6-1 in a league game we were supposed to win. The boys gave up at about the 3 minute mark of the first period when we feel behind, 3-0, and things got worse from there. Looking back, it was probably the fact that two lumberjacks were playing for the opposition, two 13-year-olds who, if, rumor had it straight were going on 30, shaved and had families of their own. Nah, they were just big, really big. And mean. And, well, dominating. They were like Godzilla in that they swatted my svelte little munchkins all over the ice. Nobody likes to lose, but much has been written about domineering parents and their influence over youngsters in sports. In ice hockey, a game where aggressiveness is rewarded and meekness rejected, there is a fine line between heads up, strong play and violence. Witness the Massachusetts case of the hockey dad's conviction for manslaughter of a youth hockey coach after a chippy practice session. One has to remember, it is just a game. A kids' game at that. It's supposed to be a challenge, sure, but it's also about fun. Coming off the ice after the 10-1 debacle, one of the parents put it short, sweet and succinct: the kids stunk but you stink. Ignoring the ignoramus, I charged into the locker room to address the beaten troops. There wasn't much to say, but part of the job of being a coach is to build up the sprits as well as yell and scream. Since I did a lot of the latter during the game I decided to do more of the former after it. Kids are funny. They come in all hot and bothered, ticked off with the defeat, but within minutes they are throwing tape, joking around and oblivious to the happenings of the game. I attempted to lecture, to do that coaching thing, but realized quickly that would have to wait for another time. The boys' minds were off to the rest of the day and the X's and O's would have to wait for Wednesday's practice. I finished my speech, left the room, and was immediately struck by the skirt, or lack of, worn by Mrs. Morgan. Her son Josh played for my team, and she was always a pleasure to look at. She stood about 5-3, with long blonde hair and a shapely body to go with it. The wife of an airline pilot, she regularly brought her boy to practices and games and a smile to my face. The woman did not dress for an ice hockey rink, and she always was in a skirt, leaving those long white legs open to the cool rink air and the warm looks from my (and every other male's) eyes. The other moms, I believed, hated her for her flirty behavior, but never said a negative word to her face. Today Mrs. Morgan looked adorable, but her frown indicated something was amiss in hockeytown. There were no friendly words, no attempts at small talk. Mrs. Morgan got right to the point. "Josh didn't seem to play a lot today," she calmly said. "Was he hurt?" "No Mrs. Morgan, we were trying some things out and I just couldn't work him in," I replied. It was a regular conversation, as young Josh, well, stunk. It was a weak link in a team that couldn't afford the liabilities he brought to the ice. "He certainly won't get better if he doesn't play. You should know that, coach," said the woman, emphatically speaking her mind. She was right, but young Josh was a liability to the team. Of course, on a team that lost 10-1 and which is barely above .500 for the season, did it matter? Probably not. But it did give me the opportunity to speak with the mother of all mothers. "He'll get his shot." She nodded, and I left the rink. On Wednesday night, while waiting for the Zamboni machine to finish its cutting of the ice before our practice, she again addressed the ice time situation. "We're a development team, and Josh should be playing more to develop his skills," she said, as if reading from our club's mission statement. "He's getting half the ice time and that's not fair." It wasn't fair, but life isn't fair. I had a particularly bad week at the office, my girlfriend, or should I say ex-girlfriend, told me for the 27th time I was history and not to call her, my two key stock holdings had tanked and now Mrs. Morgan was on my case. Attractiveness only goes a certain distance, and she felt the brunt of my crappy week. "Do YOU want to coach this team?" I snarled. "Look, you can double my pay, my zero pay that is, and I will tell you the same thing. Josh is a nice kid, but he doesn't work hard and frankly is a liability on the ice. I will work him in as I can, and I will work with him in practice. But more than that I can't promise..." I jumped onto the ice and skated to the bench, thinking all the while how unfair of me it was to take out all my frustrations on the woman. Soon 17 kids jumped onto the ice and it was time to work at playing hockey, and thoughts of mothers and fathers and stock investments and ex-girlfriends and unreasonable bosses went by the wayside. We were in our own little world of suggestions, commands and chalkboards. I left the rink after practice, downed a beer at home watching some silly documentary, and then drifted off to sleep. The following night at practice --- we were on the ice developing our skills two nights a week --- turned out to be a dozy. Midway through the slot I noticed Mrs. Morgan sitting alone in the cold metal bleachers. The other parents had deserted her, moving upstairs to the warm overlook. She stood out even more as she sat in the stands with her short yellow skirt high on her thighs. Her attractive legs caught my eyes and I know she caught me staring. If I didn't know better I would have thought she was trying to entice me with a little glimpse up her thighs. After practice she pulled me aside. "Will Josh be playing more this weekend?" I shrugged. She stared at me. I stared at her. The battle of unrelenting stares. After a bit she blinked. "What would it take to get him more time on the ice? Is there anything I can do?" she wondered. "Well, he needs to work harder in practice, he needs to play his position instead of running all over the ice, and he could use some skating lessons," I started my reply. "He needs to get a little more commitment..." Mrs. Morgan interrupted me. "I know all that, and I will talk with him about it. But what I mean is, what can I do to expedite the process? I want him playing more now." My eyes opened wide and I looked at the woman with surprise. Was she coming on to me? Was she willing to trade favors for favors? No way. This was only kid’s hockey. I had heard of groupies and loose women around the pros, but this was kids hockey for crying out loud. Still, the woman had made a teasing statement. I decided to call her bluff. "Where there is a will there is a way, Mrs. Morgan." She looked at me for a minute and then smiled. We looked at each other for a while, mentally sparring with each other. Finally she broke the ice with a question. "Have you ever been ejected from a game?" she asked. What a strange question, I thought. "No, why?" "I understand that if you are thrown out of the game you have to leave the rink. Is that right? Nodding my head, I said yes. "Can you leave the rink and wait in the locker room?" Shrugging, I said, "Yea, I guess so. I just have to be out of the rink proper and not communicate with the team." The woman smiled again. "I'd like to talk with you for a few minutes this weekend. I'm thinking I will be in the locker room, after the first period. If you we there we could, uh, talk about Josh's situation." Bells and whistles went off in my head. Was it a trap, what did she mean. When she said talk, did she mean talk or talk? Still, I'm no dummy; I nodded and said, "We'll see." On Saturday we played the Panthers in a non-league game, and true to form, we were behind 3-1 in the first period after giving up a couple of really bad goals. The referees, one of whom was a close friend, made several questionable calls. In between the first and second periods I noticed Mrs. Morgan get up and leave the stands. I called over my buddy and asked a favor. "Jackie, help me out here. The parents are giving me a hard time and I need a break. How about giving me the boot?" "Huh?" "I'm gonna question a call and I need you to eject me from the game!" Jackie shook his head, but sure enough, two minutes into the second period, he gave me the old heave ho for questioning a call. The parents cheered as I left the ice surface, and I calmly exited with a dejected look on my face. That look was turned into a smile when I entered locker room three. Mrs. Morgan was sitting on the far bench, she had ditched her bulky overcoat and red cashmere sweater, and she looked stunning in her sexy outfit consisting of a black micro skirt with black spike heels and pretty red blouse. "Were you a bad boy out there coach?" she asked, stepping to the door and locking it. "We don't have much time, but before we leave here I want your commitment that Josh will be playing an equal shift the rest of the year." The negotiations had begun. "Let's say I agree. Equal, except not on penalty kills or power plays...what do I get?" She sat me down on the bench, swiveled, and modeled her skimpy outfit. "I'm married, and and I don't cheat on my husband." She looked at me. "But maybe a little foreplay...?" With that Mrs. Morgan, sweet, sexy Mrs. Morgan, knelt at my feet. I leaned back on the hard wooden bench, a disbelieving look on my face, and slowly spread my legs. The woman looked at my face, then toward my middle section. She reached for my zipper and slipped it down, opening my coaching pants. I lifted my hips off the bench as she reached around, grasping the heavy fabric of my jockstrap, and slid the contraption down my legs. She took it off one leg but left it dangle on the other, giving me room to open my legs and display my cock. "Don't you like me?" she asked, not me but looking at my still flaccid cock. Having been cooped up in the confines of the jock for an hour, my dick had turtled itself. Although it was lengthening, it was still tiny, so I asked the woman to kiss it hard. "Come on, Mrs. Morgan, kiss it," I said, watching her face just inches from my musky manhood. She kissed my cock, then ovaled her mouth and started to suck the tip. "Whoa, kiss it, kiss it," I emphatically stated. I wanted to watch her pucker up and kiss the cock all over. She got the idea, and held it at the base while planting kisses first on the tip, then wide, then all the way down near her hand. I smiled as I watched the woman lovingly smooch the hardening missile all over, bathing it in kisses and spit. She looked up and me and I nodded, giving her approval and encouragement. She raised her eyes, as if to ask if she could suck it, and I nodded my head. "Suck my cock!" I groaned, "Suck it." She did, slowly at first. Kneeling on the locker room floor, amid the empty equipment bags and their companion hockey smell, the Hockey Mom began orally pleasing my manhood. She was a fine cocksucker, shifting the speed of her delivery from a slow, tantalizing suck to a frantic head-bobbing blowjob. She brought me to the edge of explosion on several occasions, only to back off and delay my ultimate satisfaction. Mrs. Morgan had a master's in cocksucking, and her airline pilot husband had to be flying with a smile on his face thinking about the sexual prowess of his pretty wife. The woman backed off my cock and opened the top two buttons of her blouse. Displayed were the firm tops of lovely white breasts, encased in a silky red bra. I placed my hands on her breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze before caressing them. "Mrs. Morgan, I think your son will be getting more ice time!" The woman smiled and began stroking my now hard cock. Our arms nudged each other as they jockeyed for position, mine stroking her creamy tits while hers playing with my cock and balls. Deep inside I felt my explosion starting. She looked so beautiful stroking my dick, I hadn't cum in weeks, and my body would not hold out no matter how much I wanted to delay. I reached over to her head and pulled it toward my cock. She opened her mouth and dropped her head onto my cock. She sucked it with abandon, bobbing her head up and down on my mushrooming cocksickle. My sperm began to boil deep in my balls, and I maneuvered her head up and on and about my cock before it erupted pellets into her mouth. "HE SHOOTS, HE SCORES," I thought, laughing at myself as I groaned in pleasure. The woman gulped and swallowed but couldn't capture all my sauce, as the last couple of bursts hit her cheek. My head was leaning back against the wall as she cleaned off my dick, licking up all the sticky sperm and swallowing it with a knowing smile. "I think," she finally said, "that the coach liked that play." I rolled my eyes, still savoring her actions. Looking down, I noticed some of my sperm dripping down her face, while she reached over and first captured some on her fingers then cleaned them in her mouth. She made a show of swallowing my cum, and my cock jerked a bit. "That was fantastic, Mrs. Morgan, fantastic," I finally said. "I think you carried out the play better than I diagramed it." She laughed, I smiled, and we both shook our heads. "Now don't forget our deal," she said after dabbing the cum off her face with a skate towel and smoothing down her skirt. "I better get out of here before we are caught, but you better not welsh on our deal. I didn't, and Josh saw his ice time increase in subsequent games. I rode him hard in practice, his mom got him some skating lessons, and by the end of the season he was a pretty good player. We even made the playoffs. Mrs. Morgan and I were friendly but did not get intimate again. Still, she surprised me at a practice this week. "Do you think Josh could be on the penalty killing team in the playoffs?" she cooed, a mischievous smile creeping onto her face. "Where there's a will, Mrs. Morgan, there's a way." Hockey Mom She could hear Frank fumbling with his clothes to get his cock out. "Let me up you son of a bitch and stuff your cock back in your pants and get out of my room." He had her pinned to the bed and his cock was trying to attack her cunt right through her panties. Her panties kept him out of her but he could still get about a half inch into her that massaged her clit. He started his fucking motion and he was now able to get maybe an inch into her but the stimulation was driving her crazy and she started bucking back at him. She didn't know exactly what happened next. Did she inadvertently pull her panties to one side or did he burst through them but she could feel his bare cock thrusting deep inside her. That low life was not even wearing a condom. Maybe it was all the foreplay but she was soo horny that she wrapped her kegs around him and thrust up to meet his every deep penetration. She loved the friction of his cock shaft on her pussy lips and the satisfaction of his cock head stuffing her full deep in her pussy. She didn't want the bastard to know he was getting to her but she couldn't stifle the moan as she bucked against him rapidly giving herself a great orgasm on his throbbing cock and a small one as she lay relaxed and felt his cum shoot into her. They lay for a while just holding each other. Neither one said anything and they drifted off to sleep. The next morning Amanda was up making coffee in the in-room coffee maker. Frank was sitting up in bed watching her. All Amanda was wearing was her panties from last night but she did not appear embarrassed. "How do you take your coffee?" she asked. "With you holding the cup." Amanda just giggled. Frank said, "Amanda, I also coach the boy's baseball. Do you think you would like to coach the girls? "Why, so you could continue fucking me?" "That is the main reason." "You are soo bad."