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The Coach

By: steelvalentine



I’ve always been told that I have a weakness for the type of men who end up depending on me, and maybe everyone is right. I have gone from one failed relationship after another. I decided that I was just going to stay single. I didn’t need a man to mess my life up, hell I can do that all by myself. 

After 2 years of the single life, I have gotten use to coming and going when I want with out having to answer to anyone. I have even started taking vacations alone, and have just as much fun. Who knew that my latest venture would end up changing my life?

I had decided to go back to Scotland to finish up some research I had been doing for the Genealogy department at the library I worked at. That’s when I met Mark. I had some free time on my hands and stopped by the park where a rugby game was going on. I sat down and was looking around trying to follow this game since I had never actually seen one before. That’s when I noticed him. He was coaching one of the teams. All of the sudden, I forgot the game, and just watched him.

He was the best looking man I had seen. I just sat there watching his every move. I laughed at myself when I noticed I was checking him out like that. Now, I know no one heard my soft laugh, but it was almost as if he had. At that moment he turned and looked over to me. Our eyes locked on each other. My heart skipped a beat, and I could feel my cheeks getting flushed. He gave me a warm smile that made me melt.

I quickly looked around me to see if maybe that smile was meant for someone else, but noticed that I was, by now, sitting alone since the game had ended a few minutes earlier. All of the sudden I felt so stupid for not noticing the game was over. How could I have gotten so caught up in looking at a man I had never set eyes on before? 

I looked down for a moment when I noticed him walking over to me. I looked up again when I saw two feet standing in front of me. He held out his hand to help me up, and introduced himself. As I was telling him my name I started to rise, and stepped on my purse. Falling against his chest, I quickly apologized. Mark just replied that it was the first time a woman as beautiful as I was ever threw herself at him. 

With us both laughing now, he asked if I had enjoyed the game. I wasn’t about to let him know that I had been watching him the whole time, and just answered yes. We started walking towards the street where his car was parked. He asked if I needed a lift some place, but I told him it wasn’t necessary since my hotel was near by. Once we got to his car, Mark asked if he could call me at the hotel, he wanted to take me out before I had to go back to the States. I gave him my number, and didn’t bother telling him that I was going to be around for a few weeks. I thought, the sooner he called me the better.

After returning to my hotel room, I took a quick shower and changed into a tank top and shorts. It’s what I wear to bed. I didn‘t see a reason to dress sexy if there wasn‘t anyone special in my life. I had grabbed some food on my way back to the my room, so I figured I would just have a lazy night and hang out in the room watching television, and going over some of the files I had with me. 

A couple of hours had pasted when the phone rang. Thinking it was my sister who called me 10 times a day to make sure I was still alive, I answered the phone by saying... “Yes, I’m still alive”. I heard a laugh on the other end, then this sexy male voice with that hot Scottish accent replied... “That’s good to know, and I have a rule about only going out with women with pulses”. I couldn’t believe that once again I had just made a fool of myself in front of this man. 

I pulled myself together, and just laughed at his comment. We ended up talking for 30 minutes. At the end of our conversation, we had decided that we would meet the next day. I sat back down on the bed, turned on the television, and started flipping through the stations trying to find something interesting to watch. Not really paying attention to what was on, I found myself thinking about this man who has captured my heart. My heart? Had I just said that? Ok, I must be losing it. How can a man I just met, have already stole my heart? I really must get out more. With that last thought, there was a knock at the door. Glancing over to the clock noticing it was 12:05am, I got up and looked through the peephole. Oh my God, it was Mark.

Giving myself the once over to make sure I looked decent, I opened the door. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Well you did say I could come by tomorrow, and it’s been tomorrow for a whole 5 minutes.” He answered. I looked up at him smiling and then turned around walking back into the room leaving him standing there in the doorway. “Shut the door behind you” I call out as I quickly grab my clothes off the chairs.

Once inside, he sat down in one of the chairs and we started talking. We seemed to have talked about every subject there possibly could be. I went to the small refrigerator that was in the room and offered him a drink. I had a few cans of beer in there that I had bought a couple days ago. I like to have one after working on my research. After handing him his can, I went and sit on the bed. What was I doing, was I actually trying to get him into my bed? I don’t know what made him so different from the rest of them men I had met these past two years, but what ever it was I liked it. I knew I had to have him. 

As I sat there listening to him as he spoke, I happened to catch him staring at my breasts. I glanced down, and noticed that my nipples where hard, and showing all too well through my white tank top. I casually acted like I hadn’t noticed what he was looking at. I leaned back against the pillow and smiled as he finished telling me another funny story. I could tell he wasn’t going to budge from his chair, so I decided I had to make the first move.

Getting up from the bed, I walked over to him, and reached for a bottle of hand lotion that was sitting on the table near him. Making sure that my body brushed against him, I could feel him take a deep breath in. When I stood up, I looked down at him giving him a face that said I just have to have you. As I was finishing up with the hand lotion, he reached up and pulled me down on to his lap.

No words were said, just a quick look into each other’s eyes and then he landed a long passionate kiss on me. I could feel his manhood getting stiffer under me as our tongues glided around in each other’s mouth. I re-adjusted myself on his lap so that I was now facing him. My legs straddled around him, I started to grind the hot spot between my legs over his tool. 

What started out as a passionate kiss was turning into unbridled lust. I pulled myself away from him, and started working my way down his neck. Giving little kisses and quick licks as I unbuttoned his shirt. I scooted my body down so that I was now kneeling between his legs. Kissing his chest and teasing his nipples with flicks of my tongue, I was now un-fastening his jeans. The whole time I am doing this, Mark is running his hands through my hair. That’s such a turn on. 

I reach in and pulled his cock out. Stroking ever so gently. Using the tip of my tongue to circle the head of his thick manhood. Slowly running my tongue down the shaft and back up again before placing my mouth completely over it. Taking my time to feel every inch of him as I slowly start to move my mouth in an up and down motion, I can hear his breathing getting deeper and deeper. I keep this up until neither he nor I can hold back any longer. I must feel him inside me. 

Standing up, I remove my shorts showing that I have nothing on under them. I casually place myself over him as if this is just an every day thing between us, and I ease myself down onto his extremely hard prick. His thickness takes my breath away, but I don’t complain. Who would complain with such a wonder cock so deep inside them? Certainly I wasn‘t going to say anything that might stop this. I didn’t care that he was so thick that I could feel the walls of my pussy being stretched to its limit. 

Mark lifts my tank top up exposing my full breasts and my hard nipples. Taking his tongue he is now teasing my tits. Making circles around the nipple and giving them little bites. I wonder if he knows just how hot he is making me? He now starts sucking my tit as I continue to ride him. His hands are holding me close to him as our bodies’ stay joined as one. Tilting my head down so I can watch him devour my breasts, a devilish grin appears on my face. He looks up just then noticing my smile and comes away from my tit, meeting with a kiss. The kind of kiss that I will not long forget. With his tongue running through my mouth I grab it with my own tongue and begin to suck on it as if it were a cock. 

My pussy is now so hot and wet that the sound of us fucking is now louder than the volume on the television. I can no longer hold back. As my body is overcome with an earth shaking orgasm my head leans away from him making my back arch back. The room is now filled with loud moans and groans as the rest of the orgasm floods my body. As I am starting to come back up to face him, I feel the explosion of hot cum fill me. His grip on my is now tight. With each spasm I can feel a new load of cum fill me. 

After both of our bodies relax, I give Mark a soft kiss before letting him leave me. I go into the bathroom and quickly freshen up and get dressed. I return to find a very spent Mark still in the chair. I walk over and kneel down taking the warm soapy washcloth that I brought with me, and washing him off. When I am finally done washing all the remains of our lovemaking off, I quickly lean down and give the tip of his cock a kiss before standing up. “There, good as new” I tell him. “It almost sounds like you’re done for the night” Mark says. “Not at all” I answer. “You promised we would spend the entire day together” I say as my devilish grin returns. “Well then, a promise is a promise” Mark replies as he gets up and kisses me as he turns off the lights.

The Coach



It was late one fall afternoon, and it sure was cold. So I put on my coat, and left the dorm. 

I was walking across the campus, as the coach had said that she wanted to see me.

It is a pretty big campus, as well as a big school. One of the top ranked colleges in the country. I was the star basketball player on the women's team. Averaging at least 22-24 points per game. I was also a sophomore and known as everybody's All American.

The other girls on the team, or should I say women on the team, were almost as good as me. I guess that's why we're ranked number 1 in the SEC, and coming off a nine year drought, we were last years NCAA Champs. As I walked up to the athletic building, shielding myself from the cold, I climbed the steps, and reached the door. I took out my hand from my coat pocket and reached the door handle, I pulled the door open and walked inside. The door closed behind me, as I was glad, the blast of cold air felt like I was up north instead of being in the mid-south. I walked the halls of the athletic building all the way to the back, I finally found the coaches door, and placed my hand on the handle. I turned the knob and opened the door. As the door opened I said, "you wanted to see me Coach Summitt?"

"Yes, Candace," she said, as she lifted her head up from her desk, and placed her pen down in front of her. She then folded her hands together and propped her chin upon them.

"Please, won't you sit down," said Coach Summitt.

I dropped my book bag onto the floor, and sat down in the chair directly across from the coaches desk. Coach Summitt got up from behind her desk and walked around it, and behind me, she placed her hand on the door and shut it. Then she turned around and looked at me, and said, "take your coat off, Candace, it's pretty warm in here."

Coach Pat Summitt, her 33nd season, with 7 NCAA, 913 wins, 17 Olympians, 19 Kodak All Americans, 13 SEC Champs. 12 Tourney Champs. 16 final 4's, and appeared in every NCAA Tourney accredited to her name. She also made over a million dollars a year. And she was worth EVERY penny.

I mean, Coach Summitt will probably go down in history as one of the best basketball coaches of all time. She not only cares about the game, she cares about the school, as being a former student here herself, and she cares about each and every player she's ever had. She's also like a second mother to her girls. 

So as you can see, with her bein' the boss, I did as she instructed. I undid my coat, and then wiggled my right arm out of the sleeve, then the left. I let it drop on the chair behind me. Coach Summitt was still standing behind me, with her hands folded underneath her chest, and her feet at a stance. She took a hold of my coat, and tossed it on top of my book bag. She then Undid the button on her blazer jacket that she was wearing, then took it off and tossed it over her desk, making it land in her chair. She then placed her hands upon my left and right shoulders. Then began with, "Candace, I like you. You're a bright student here at UT, and the best basketball player I've had in a long time. You're qualified for the WNBA in 2008, and I hear you're thinking of taking the offer. I was hoping I could change your mind on that issue."

"I..I..," was all I could get out of my mouth. When Coach Summit turned my chair around, she bent down and with arms extended and her hands on the arms of the chair, she stared point blank into my eyes. She always had that warmth to her smile, except when UT was on the court and the ref's made a bad call against us. Then her smile wasn't so warm, she was out of her seat, and in the ref's face faster than Superman or Wonder Woman could fly. But today, she had a warm smile. One that was staring right through to my soul. She placed her hand under my chin, and lifted my face. I greeted her with the same warm smile that she had givin' me a few minutes ago.

She then said, "on your feet Parker."

I stared into her eyes, as she backed away. I then got up on my feet. She took her hand and cupped my face, then leaned in and gave me a tongue filled kiss upon my blush colored lips. My mind was racing, tryin' to keep up with my libido. But as that was happening, I broke the kiss, and all I could say was, "Coach Summitt.."

Coach Summitt looked at me, with wanting desire. In fact, with the look on her face, and the look in her eyes, she wanted to ravish me. She then spoke up and said, "Parker, you are my thrill of the game. Those other girls are good, but they don't have the body that you have. The one I have been longing for. Kiss me."

I knew I wanted to kiss her, but my mind was telling me, 'this is the coach, my coach.' But my body was telling me 'go ahead, Candace, go ahead. Its been a while since your last fucking, just go ahead a kiss the woman.' So with those thoughts roaming through my head, I leaned up on my toes and cupped the coaches face, and leaned in and kissed her. Not just a kiss, but a tongue filled kiss. Just like the one that she first gave me. With that tongue filled kiss, my body was on fire. I was in my basketball jersey and sweats, both marked UT with my number on them. My sweats were beginning to get damp, as I didn't bother to waste time putting on panties. 'When the coach calls, you answer. And I was about to answer. And answer in a BIG way.'

My breasts were a full 34B, and I guess at that moment, the coach knew that they needed attention, and she definitely obliged me. She placed her hands upon my shoulders, and quickly turned me around. Then her hands fell upon my globes, as she began to massage them, through my jersey. My head leaned sideways, and against the coaches chest, as she bent her head down and began kissing the side of my neck. I arched my neck in further acceptance. Then the coach took her hands from my breasts, and instructed me to take off my jersey, as she wanted full attention on my breasts, without restriction.

I did as I was told. I took my arms and held them into the air, and waited for the coach to lift my jersey over my head. She then tossed it aside. She then took off her own top, and tossed it aside. At that moment, I was in awe of her. Or at least her breasts. They are truly amazing. Just two milky white breasts with just a few freckles, sitting cradled by a hot pink lace colored bra. As I wasn't wearing one, she quickly removed hers, and let it fall to the ground. She quickly turned me around again, and then instructed me on how to fondle her breasts, and make them bigger than they were. She then instructed me by saying, "take your tongue and bathe the nipple. Then after a few licks, cradle your tongue underneath its crest, and your mouth over the top."

I began doing as the coach told me to, then I began sucking earnestly. After all, she was like a second mother to me.

Coach Summitt instructed me on 'going from one tit to another.' Not leaving anything to the imagination. Then after a few moments, the coach said, "come Candace."

She then grabbed me by the hand, and led me to the couch in her office. 'I guess the coach sometimes took a nap in here,' I thought. Then when she instructed me to get out of my sweat pants, I thought, 'maybe not.' But I did as I was told. Once my sweats were off, the coach grabbed them from my hands, and tossed them on the pile of my book bag, coat and shirt. She then told me to spread my legs a little. I did. And as I did, she placed her hand on my clean shaven mound. Then said to me, "what's this, Parker?"

Then took her hand and brought it up to her nose and smelled my aroma. Then took her fingers and sucked my juices from them. "Mmmmm."

"Lay on the couch, Parker," she said.

So I laid on the couch. The coach shed her dress pants, and tossed them onto her chair behind her desk. Then as she saw a little fear in my face, she said, "you need not be afraid, Parker, everyone knows that 'The Coach' works late. No one will come 'round."

My fear turned into a smile, as the coach instructed me to burry my head between her legs and give her a good fucking.

She spread her legs, as I sat up on the couch. She had one leg on the floor, and the other placed up on the couch. As I leaned forward, she cupped my head and looked down into my eyes, with a deep smile. Then she said "fuck me, take your tongue and delve it deep into my darkness."

As she let go of the back of my head, I could still smell her sweet aroma, emanating from between her legs. I licked my lips, then delved into her sweet wetness. Her lips were already glistening. I ran my tongue along her lips. Up and down several times, when the coach speaks up and says, "common Parker, fuck me good. Or I'll make you run thirty laps around the gym naked."

So then, I quickly began running my tongue along the inside walls or her cunt. Savoring every juice it could find. The coach started moaning, as she placed her hands on the back of my head, like she was holding a basketball. It didn't take her long, as her body was writhing in motion with my tongue. We stayed like this for what seemed like an hour, but maybe only a few minutes. When I felt she was ready, I fastened my lips to her clit and began to suck it into my mouth. I then took my hand and cupped her body just above her ass, with one hand, and the other I took two fingers and placed them insider her hot wet cunt, and began twisting them around inside her. All the while, still sucking her clit into my mouth. Within minutes, the coach began to flow. Her juices came into my mouth, and rushed down my throat. I swallowed every drop the coach had to offer me. When she was done, she said to me, "on your back, Parker."

I did as I was instructed to do. Then she says, "spread those legs wide, I'm gonna give you the fucking of your life. I bet you never had a REAL woman before Parker, eh? But not bad for your first time. Now I will show you how a woman takes another woman. C'mon spread 'em."

I laid myself down on the couch, and propped one leg on the back of the couch, and one leg bent on the floor. The coach got between my legs and then leaned herself up towards my face and began kissing me. Her lips were tender, yet firm. Her tits were touching mine, they were firm. I knew that the coach MUST work out. I mean, she had to, to keep her girlish figure. And at the rate she was going at me. I knew it was true.

The coach ended hr kiss upon my lips, but I wish she hadn't. It felt so good. The coach then traced her kisses down my face, to my neck and nuzzled her kisses there, then down to the hollow of my neck, you know, between the collar bone. Then her kisses touched the tops of my breasts one, then the other. My body was on fire. The coach was right, I've never been with a REAL woman before. Let alone, a woman. So as you can say, I was a virgin to this process. But I loved every minute of it. I've always thought that Coach Summitt was a beautiful woman. But I never thought anything more than that. Her kisses traveled from the top of my breasts, to my nipples. Her tongue bathed one then the other. She let her tongue swirl around one nipple, then graze it with her teeth. Then her tongue bathed the underside of my nipple, and her mouth clamped over the top and she began to suck. Her hand molding my other breast. After sucking one and molding the other, she switched breasts. The coach sucked like a hungry babe, latching on for the first time. She sucked my tits for what seemed like an eternity. Then she traced her tongue like an ice cube being washed down my body by someone, down to my belly button. She laved her tongue there, then traveled her tongue and her kisses down to the top of my clean shaven mound. She then kissed the top of my mound. Then she trailed her kisses down each leg, then back up again. Up to my mound. She then laved her tongue up and down my lips several times, before delving into my complete darkness. As the coach was probing my complete darkness, my hands seemed to wander to my breast. All 34B of them. I played. I pinched, I pulled, I twisted my nipples. The coach then took her tongue and traveled it along my inner walls. Caressing every inch along the way. I gasped when her tongue found that VERY spot. You know, the one that makes you wanna scream at the top of your lungs, but you can't cause someone might hear you.

Anyways, the coach continued caressing my inner walls, when she pulled her tongue out and noticed that my clit had swollen massively. She then cradled my clit between hr lips and began sucking on it, slowly at first, then as my hips began rhythmically moving in time with her sucking, she picked up her pace. I began to pinch my nipples harder than they'd been pinched before. I began to moan, tears began to flow from my eyes. They were happy tears. Yes, happy tears. I needed release, and as the coach put it in so many words, I needed to be put back in place where I belonged. Right here at UT.

But I couldn't think of that now. My body was about to go through an earth shattering orgasm. And all I could think about was 'damn, the coach is good.'

My body began to shake, as I was writhing in time with the coaches sucking of my clit. Her fingers twisting in and out of my complete darkness. I felt like Mount St. Helens, when she erupted emeralds. I felt so special at that moment. My body was glistening in perspiration, my complete darkness was bein' ravaged by another woman. But not just another woman. My basketball coach. And I was enjoying every minute of it.

I let my orgasm consume me, my body racked with pleasure, and I came like I never came before.

When my orgasm stopped, I laid there, emotionless. The coach fell atop me, then leaned up and kissed me upon my moist and tender lips. And when she was done, she said to me, "Don't ever mess with the coach. Do I make myself clear?"

"Ye-s-s coach," I said, breathlessly.

"Yes coach, what?"

"Yes, Coach Summitt."

"I have a 100% graduation rate here at UT, Parker, and you're not gonna screw that up for me. Understood?"

"Ye-s-s Coach Summitt.

"I'll see you at practice, go on now." So, Candace got herself up off the couch and quickly got dressed, as did the coach. Candace then gathered her coat and put it on, and grabbed her book bag, placed her hand on the door handle and turned the knob and opened the door an stepped out of Coach Summitt's office. Candace left the athletic building and went to her next class, but she could barely pay attention. The coach, finally clothed again, sat down in her chair and folded her hands and placed them folded underneath her chin and sat there for a while starring off into space, with a smile upon her face.



The Coach



"I still need mushrooms, tomatoes and some fruit."

"Hi, Bob."

Bob looked up from his nearly complete shopping list. "Hi, Sarah, how ya doin'?" He'd known Sarah since before his divorce. She was an attractive single mom with a daughter just finishing high school.

"I'm doing pretty good. How about you?"

"Not bad. How's Sharon?"

"Well, to be honest, I am a little worried about her. One of her close friends let her boyfriend talk her into doing it in his car a couple of weeks ago. It was her first time and I guess it hurt like hell. Then he got mad and told her she was a terrible lay. He took her home and practically threw her out of the car. Said he never wanted to see her again. Then, to make matters worse, she found out yesterday she's pregnant. Sharon is almost as upset as her friend. She says she's never going to have sex. She doesn't want any guy to treat her like that. I've tried to help her understand that it was probably the guy's fault, not her friend's, but I don't think I'm able to give her what she needs, and I can't afford professional help. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dump all of that. I'm really worried."

"It's all right. I understand. I don't think I could afford a shrink for my kid either."

"I really need to finish my shopping, Bob."

"Yeah, Sarah, so do I. See you around. I hope Sharon, .. Well, I hope things get better." Bob moved off towards the produce. He was surprised to hear that at eighteen Sharon was still a virgin. It's a shame, he thought, that kids hurt each other because of their inexperience.

The next morning Bob called Sarah. "Hey, how're you doing this morning?"

"I'm okay. You?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. Look, I've been thinking about what you said yesterday afternoon, and I think I might be able to help. Did Sharon go to school today? I'd like to come over and talk."

"Umm, yeah, she's at school. I guess you could come over. Do you really think you can help?"

"Let me tell you what I think when I get there. I'll see you in a few minutes."

Sarah answered the door in a pair of tight jeans and a tee shirt. Even without make-up she was a good looking woman. A few minutes later, coffee in hand, they sat at the kitchen table to talk.

"I'd be willing to bet," Bob began, "that Sharon's friend's boyfriend was really the one who was a terrible lay. He'd probably read a few porn stories and listened to the guys in the locker room and thought he knew everything there was to know about sex." 

"That's what I tried to tell Sharon."

"But the thing is, if her girlfriend had known how to handle the situation, she could have kept herself from getting hurt. She didn't have the right experience, or the self confidence she needed. I'd like to help you give both of those to Sharon."

"What do you mean?"

"If Sharon's friend had known how to satisfy him and what it took to satisfy herself, he would have thought the sex was great. But, more important, if her friend had had the self confidence she needed, she would have just told him "No." The only other problem is that she probably had some of the same hormone stuff going that he did."

"So."

"I think we can give Sharon the self confidence and the experience she needs to avoid those situations. And, maybe, a way to deal with the hormonal thing."

"Wait, how are we going to give her the experience?"

"We're going to have sex with her. I know, you think I'm nuts, but think about it. The first time should really be a great experience, but it needs to be with someone you really trust. Someone who really cares about you. Someone who knows how to make sure it's as good for you as for him. Right now, there isn't anyone she trusts as much as you. And there isn't anyone that cares as much about how she feels as you. The problem you have is that you don't have a cock. I do. If you're there to provide the trust and I'm there to be the guide and, eventually, the cock, between us we can give her everything she needs."

"Wow. I need to think about this. Let me call you later."

" Okay. I'll be home all day. Thanks for the coffee. I still haven't learned to make it right!"

It's early afternoon when the phone rings. Bob picks it up on the third ring. "Hello."

"Hi, Bob, it's Sarah."

"How ya doin'?"

"Good. Look, I think you're right. As crazy as it sounds, at least I know you'll be careful not to hurt her. And I'll be there to make sure of it. And I think you'll really treat her with respect. I mean, I'm not sure how this will all work, but at least I'd be trying to do something for her."

"I think you're right, Sarah. The more I think about it, the more convinced I am this is the right thing for Sharon, and it may wind up being a good thing for you, too."

"Okay. So when do you want to do this?"

"I think the sooner the better. Why not this evening?" 

"Well, I guess that's okay. We don't have anything planned."

"Good. Look, I'll be over around seven. I've been thinking about how this will go and I think it would be best if you don't tell her too much. Just tell her I'm gonna be a coach or something. You should both wear jeans and shirts or blouses that button in front. Oh, and if you have bras that hook in front, those would be best, I think."

"Alright, is there anything else?"

"Yeah, you should have a quilt or something like that kinda available in the living room. You know, something we can easily spread out on the living room floor. Something that you don't care if it kinda gets messed up, you know, from her first time."

"Wow, you really have this thought out, don't you?"

"Well. I don't want Sharon to wind up thinking that all men are jerks, so I think we really need to kinda have a plan and do this right, so yeah, I've been thinking it through."

"Okay, Bob. We'll see you at seven."

At seven o'clock Bob knocked on Sarah's front door. As she let him in, he noticed that she was dressed just like he'd suggested, at least as far as he could see. Sharon was sitting on the couch and she was wearing a shirt and jeans just like her mom. She looked even hotter than he'd remembered.

"Hi, Sharon. How are ya?"

"Okay."

"Did your mom tell you why I was coming over this evening?"

"She said you were gonna be some kinda coach. You're supposed to help me."

"What I'm ... no, what we -- your mom and I -- are going to do is give you the knowledge and self-confidence that you need to never have to worry about feeling like your friend does. We're going to teach you everything you need to know about sex. And we're going to have sex."

"Huh?"

"Look, Sharon, sex should be a really good thing. But, especially the first time, it really needs to be with someone who really cares about you. Someone that wants to be sure that it's good for you. Someone you can really trust. Do you understand?"

"Yeah. I think."

"Who do trust more than anyone else?"

"Mom?"

"And who do you know that cares about you more than anyone else?"

"Mom?"

"Yes, but there are some things your mom just can't do. So that's where I come in. Your mom will make sure that I treat you the same way she would. You'll be able to trust me, because you trust her and she trusts me. Okay?"

"Mom?"

"Yes, Baby. I really think this is the best thing we can do for you. Will you trust me?"

"Well, okay. If you really think it's right."

Bob quietly let out the breath he'd been holding. "Okay now. Sharon, the most important thing about good sex is to take your time. Sorta relax and enjoy getting ready as much as actually doing it. I don't know about your mom, but I've been thinking about this all day, but it wouldn't have helped you at all because you really don't know what to expect. It probably would have just made you nervous if you'd known what we were gonna do. So we're just gonna take our time about getting undressed. I think by the time we all get our clothes off, everyone will be excited enough to enjoy the evening. So why don't you just sit there on the couch and watch very closely while I take your mom's shirt off. This is important, so you really have to watch close. Okay?"

"Mom?"

"Do you trust me, Baby?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, just watch close." Sarah stands up and walks over to Bob. 

He kisses her gently on the lips and then whispers, "Turn around so Sharon can see." As he begins nuzzling her long, beautiful throat, his hands move slowly to the underside of her breasts. He's surprised at how firm they feel. His fingers move lightly over the light material of her shirt for just a few moments before he starts to undo the buttons. He starts with the bottom and very slowly works to the top. As the front of her shirt falls open, his hands gently caress her tits through the thin material of her bra. Her nipples quickly harden under the gentle pressure of his finger tips. After just a few seconds, he steps back just enough to pull the shirt off her shoulders and tosses it towards the easy chair. He kisses Sarah's throat again and gently turns her back around. He kisses her again, and looks over her shoulder to Sharon. She's sitting on the couch, wide eyed and squirming. "Do you think you remember how I did that, Sharon?"

She nods her head, eyes still wide.

"Okay, that's good. Now, Sarah, it's time for you to take off Sharon's shirt. Just the way I took off yours."

Bob sits down and Sarah holds her hands out to Sharon.

"Mom?

"it's alright, Baby. Come here."

Sharon stands and her mother gently turns her to face Bob and slides her hands up the smooth front of her shirt. As her fingers gently begin caressing the undersides of Sharon's small firm breasts he stops her.

"Sharon, do you remember the first thing I did before I started to take off your mother's shirt?"

"Uh huh. You kissed her."

"She's right, isn't she, Sarah?" Sharon turns to face her mother and they gently touch lips. 

"Turn back around, now, Honey." Again Sarah's fingers find the underside of her daughter's tits. "Doesn't that feel nice?" Her fingers trace gently across Sharon's nipples.

"Um hum. I like that."

Sarah moves her hands to the bottom of Sharon's shirt and slowly begins undoing the buttons. Sharon leans her head back onto her mother's shoulder. As Sarah undoes the buttons she nuzzles her daughter's throat. Stopping with one button left, she slides her hands under the shirt front and gently caresses Sharon's tits through the thin material of her bra. After just a moment, she undoes the last button and gently pulls the shirt back off her daughter's shoulders. She caresses her breasts once more, drawing soft little circles around Sharon's nipples and then turns her gently, pulls her closer and kisses her softly on the mouth. "Did you like that?"

"Um hum. A lot."

"I think now it's time for you to take Bob's shirt off."

A few minutes later, his shirt on the same chair as theirs, Sharon's hands on his chest, Bob's lips touched hers for the second time. "Do you trust me now, Sharon?"

"Hmmm, I don't really know."

"That's good. You don't really know me very well, so you shouldn't trust me. It takes time to build trust. You do trust your mom, don't you?"

"Uh huh."

"And she's sitting there, watching to make sure I don't hurt you or do anything I shouldn't. Isn't she?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. So now I'm gonna take off your jeans and your mom will watch. Alright?"

Sharon glanced at Sarah. "Yes, baby. It's alright."

He kisses Sharon again, this time touching her lips with the tip of his tongue. His fingers find the soft material of her bra and he feels her nipples getting harder though the thin cloth. He bends slightly and kisses her throat and traces his tongue down the line of her bra to the center and back up the other side. He kisses her again and this time her tongue responds hesitatingly to his. Dropping to his knees in front of her, he gently rubs between her legs for just a moment. She gasps and holds her breath. He kisses her tummy gently, right at the top of her zipper. As she lets out her breath he unbuttons and slowly unzips her jeans, exposing the front of a pair of soft blue cotton panties. He pushes the jeans off of her tight little ass and down to her crotch. She's holding her breath again. He can hear her mother's ragged breathing and wonders who's getting turned on the most. His thumbs rub her pussy very lightly through the soft cotton and she gasps again and starts taking short, quick breaths. Slowly he pushes her jeans to the floor and helps her take off one leg at a time. He leans forward and traces his tongue across the top of her panties. Standing, he kisses her again. Her tongue is almost greedy this time.

"You liked that, didn't you, Sharon?"

"Uh huh! Yes! Yes! That was so hot!"

"Good. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Do you think you can remember everything I did?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, then I'll sit down and you can take off your mother's jeans."

"What? Mom?"

"Please, baby! That looked so hot. You trust me, don't you?"

"Yeah."

Sarah kisses her daughter. They're both breathing hard as her fingers rub gently over her mother's nipples. Sharon's tongue traces the edges of her mother's bra. She drops to her knees and Bob thinks maybe he's getting more excited than either of them. Sarah holds her breath as Sharon rubs her pussy through the front of her jeans and then undoes the snap. As she slowly unzips her mother's jeans Bob can hear her panting. Slowly she pushes the jeans off Sarah's tight ass, exposing a pair of pale yellow, satiny panties. They both hold their breath as Sharon rubs her mom's pussy through the silky material and then she's pushing Sarah's jeans to the floor. As her tongue traces the top edge of the low cut, yellow panties, Sarah lets out a long, slow breath.

"Oh, Honey, that feels so nice."

Sharon stands and kisses her mother, their tongues seem to be fighting to get further into each other's mouths. 

"Sharon, I think it's time for you to sit down, so I can take off Bob's jeans."

"Okay, Mom." She kisses Sarah again and then sits as Bob stands up.

As exciting as it is to feel Sarah's hand on his crotch and her tongue at the top of his shorts, what Bob's really looking forward to is her daughter's mouth on his cock. It only takes Sarah a couple of minutes to strip off his jeans and verify that, under the white cotton, he is really, really hard.

"Are you ready to lose the bra?"he asks, after one of the hottest kisses he can remember in a long time. 

"Oh, yes, Bob. Please take it off!"

"Turn around so Sharon can watch." She turns and leans her head back so he can kiss her throat. His fingers caress her tits through the soft, silky bra. He draws circles around her nipples until they're big and hard and then he releases the catch and lets the bra fall clear of her tits. He hadn't realized how small and firm they really were. He touches her nipples lightly and then pulls the straps slowly off her shoulders and tosses the bra onto the chair with the rest of their clothes. After fondling her tits for another moment or two, he turns her back around and lowers his head to suck gently on one nipple at a time for a few seconds. He kisses her again and then tells her, "Okay, Sarah, now it's time for you to take off Sharon's bra."

"Oh, god! Okay."

Bob sits down as Sarah holds out her hands to her daughter. "Come here, Baby." Their kiss is almost as hot as the one he had just shared with Sarah. Seconds later Sarah is undoing the front of her daughter's bra. Her fingers gently caress Sharon's nipples. "Does that feel good, Baby?"

"Yes, Mommy. Good."

She turns her daughter back around and again their tongues drive into each other's mouths.

"Mom? Bob isn't wearing a bra." Sharon giggles just a little.

He stands up. "Come here, Sharon." As her mother sits down he drives his tongue into her mouth and pulls her beautiful, firm young tits tight against his chest. "Do you trust me yet, Sharon?"

"A little."

"But your mom is watching isn't she? She won't let me hurt you, will she?"

"No."

"Alright, then I'm going to take off your panties."

"Okay."

He teases her nipples with his tongue for a few seconds before dropping to his knees in front of those pretty blue panties. His tongue traces a line across the top edge from left to right and then he kisses gently on each side of that sweet young cunt, just on the edge of her panties. Sharon's breathing is short and shallow. His hands fondle her tight little ass and then he pushes the panties down an inch in the back and then the front. Again his hands move to the back and push down an inch and around to the front. He sees the top of that beautiful triangle of pussy hair, proof that her blond hair doesn't come from a bottle. He brushes his thumbs across it for just a second before he slowly pushes her panties off her ass. She has a beautiful cunt. His thumbs move gently and slowly up the sides one time before he pushes the blue cotton slowly down her long, slender legs. One foot at a time, he helps Sharon step out of the panties and tosses them toward the chair covered with their clothes. His thumbs touch her pussy again for a few moments and then the moment he's been waiting for. He covers her virgin pussy with his mouth and pushes his tongue into it. She tastes so sweet! Quickly he stands up. Sharon's eyes are like saucers and she's holding her breath. Over her shoulder he sees Sarah with an identical expression. He kisses Sharon, his tongue moving quickly into her mouth and she starts breathing again. "Did you like that, Sharon?"

"Yes. Oh my god, yes!"

"What are you going to do now, Sharon?"

She takes a few short, shallow breaths. "I'm gonna take of Mom's panties."

Bob kisses her again. "Do you think you'll like doing that?"

"Uh huh, I think so."

Sarah and Bob trade places and she and her daughter kiss. A long, slow, hard, tongue twisting kiss that almost makes him cum. Sharon takes her mother's nipples into her mouth and sucks hungrily on each one for several seconds before dropping to her knees in front of Sarah. As her tongue touches her mother's skin at the top of the satiny yellow panties Sarah gasps. Slowly, Sharon moves the panties down, her thumbs gently exploring her mother's hair and then the lips of her cunt for just a few seconds. Then she pushes the panties down her mother's legs to the floor. As Sarah steps clear of them, she tosses them onto the chair with her own. Again her thumbs brush her mother's pussy for a few seconds before she covers it with her mouth and pushes her tongue into Mommy's cunt. Sarah gasps again. Sharon stands and pulls her mother to her. They kiss again, "Did I do that okay, Mom?"

"Oh, yes, Baby. That was fantastic!"

"Are you going to take off Bob's shorts now?"

"Uh huh."

"Good! I wanna watch that!"

Sharon and Bob trade places and a few minutes later Sarah's mouth is sliding slowly down onto his hard- on. "That's enough!" he gasps. "I don't want to cum yet."

After another tongue war, he manages to get his breathing back to something near normal. "I think it's time to spread that quilt out on the floor." As they spread the quilt, he notices that Sharon is just barely breathing. "Sharon, you need to relax a little. I want you to lie down in the middle of the quilt on your back. Put your arms at your sides and close your eyes. Take deep breaths and try to relax." He watches for a few moments as her gorgeous tits rise and fall with her breathing. "Your mother and I are going to lie down on either side of you, now." They lie on their sides facing each other over Sarah's beautiful young daughter. "Are you relaxing, now, Sharon?"

"A little."

"Okay. Have you ever had a climax, Sharon?"

"I ... don't .... know. I don't think so."

"Well, I'm not a woman, so I don't know exactly what a woman's climax feels like, but I'm pretty sure that if you'd had one, you would know it. Sarah, am I right?"




The Coach



"Oh, yeah. Honey, if you'd had a climax there would be no question. You would know it!"

"Okay, Sharon, it's time for you to have your first climax. It's really important that the person who helps you with that needs to be someone who really cares about how you feel. Someone you really trust. Do you think I care about how you feel, Sharon?"

"I don't know. I think so."

"Do you really trust me?"

"Well, sort of, but not really completely."

"You really haven't known me long enough yet, have you?"

"Un huh."

"Who do you really trust, Sharon. Who are you sure really cares about how you feel"

"My mom."

"Right. So your mom is going to help you have your first climax, and I'm going to help her. Is that alright?"

"Yeah."

"Your mom is going to do the same things I do at first, but then she'll make you have your climax." He gently turns her head and kisses her for just a moment. As he leans back, Sarah touches her daughter's chin, turning her face to the other side. She kisses her. Bob's fingers have found Sharon's tit and begun lightly circling her nipple and Sarah's fingers are tracing around her other nipple. 

"Do you like that, Baby?"

"Uh huh."

Bob's mouth finds Sharon's little tit and he starts sucking her hard, little nipple. Sarah's face is inches from his sucking on her daughter's other tit. He places his hand gently over Sarah's and lifts it slowly down onto Sharon's pussy. He silently mouths "Gently." Sarah begins slowly rubbing her daughter's cunt with her finger tips. Their tongues continue teasing Sharon's nipples. Then, after a few minutes, Sharon gasps. Her body stiffens. Her ass lifts, pushing her cunt hard against her mother's hand.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh, oh, yes, yes, Mommmmyyy! Oh my god!"

Bob gently pulls Sarah's had away from her daughter's pussy.

"No, Mommy, don't stop!"

Bob gives her tit a final kiss. "There will be lots more, Sharon, I promise."

Sarah kisses her again, too. "Now, sweetheart, you have had a climax!"

"Oh my god, Mom, that was so good!"

Bob's fingers go back to stroking her firm, young tit. "You know, Sharon, I'm not positive, but I'll bet it's been quite a while since your mom's had someone give her an orgasm."

"Yes it has. It's been way too long!" Sarah agrees.

"Would you like someone to do that for you now, Sarah?"

"Yesss! Oh god, yes!"

"Sharon, don't you think you can do that for your mom?"

Sarah gasps. She had expected Bob to do it.

Sharon's eyes open wide. Bob sees a hint of a smile. "Do you want me to, Mom?"

"Oh my god! Yes, Baby, yes"

A few moments later Sharon and Bob are watching each other suck on Sarah's tits, their fingers stroking and caressing them. He puts his hand lightly over Sharon's and guides it to her mother's cunt. "Be gentle." She begins lightly stroking her mother's pussy with her fingers. After a few minutes Sarah begins to moan quietly. 

"Does that feel good, Mommy?"

"Oh yes, Baby, yes. Keep rubbing my clit! Yes, Baby, yes! Oh, my, god! Yes, yes, yes! More, Baby, more, Baby, yes, yes. Yes!"

Bob lets Sarah cum for a little bit longer before he pulls her daughter's hand away from her pussy.

"Don't stop, Honey, please!"

"She'll give you lots more later, Sarah. We can't do it all at once." 

"Did I do okay, Mom? Did it feel like it was supposed to?"

"Oh, Honey, that was fantastic! You did great! That was exactly how it was supposed to be. I don't remember the last time I had an orgasm that good." Sarah kisses her daughter again, long and hard, pulling their naked bodies together, rubbing tit to tit and grinding their hot, wet cunts against each other.

"I think we all need to catch our breaths. Sarah, why don't you let Sharon lie between us again?"

Slowly they separate with Sharon between Bob and her mother. "You know, Bob, I may never need a man again. I never realized how nice a woman's hand could feel."

He laughs. "I hope I can convince you that a man still has his place. But that will come later. Right now, I have to keep my promise to Sharon. I did promise you that you'd have more orgasms, didn't I, Sharon?"

"Uh huh." Sharon grins and squirms on the quilt between them.

"Are you ready for one of those orgasms, now?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay," Bob says, "This time your mom is going to help me give you your climax. Is that alright?"

Sharon is already starting to breath faster. "Yes, yes."

Bob kisses her, driving his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue twists hard against his and his hand begins squeezing her nipple. As he moves his mouth to her tit, Sarah's mouth covers hers and their tongues begin a brief wrestling match. Bob sees Sarah's hand rubbing her daughter's other tit for just a moment before her face is opposite his and her mouth is covering Sharon's tit. He moves his hand to Sharon's pussy and begins lightly rubbing her clit. After just a few moments, he slides down between her legs and his tongue finds her hot, wet, virgin cunt. He teases gently for a minute before he pushes his tongue as hard as he can into her pussy. He feels her cherry and then she starts cuming. He covers her puffy lips with his own and sucks the cum out of her virgin cunt. A minute or two later Bob raises his head. Sharon is still trying to catch her breath.

"Oh, my, god, Bob! Why did you stop? That was sooo good! Please, Bob, do it again! Please!"

Bob grins. "We'll do more, Sharon. I promise. But now, I think your mom is feeling left out. Do you think there's something you can do about that?"

Again, Sharon's eyes get bigger than saucers. "You mean I should .... I mean like you just ..."

"I mean I think you should eat your mom's pussy, just like I just ate yours."

"Mom, do you want me to?"

Sarah takes several very deep breaths. "Yes, Baby. Yes. Oh my god, yes, Sharon. Please eat mommy's cunt! Please!"

Minutes later, as Bob sucks on Sarah's tit, Sharon drives her tongue into her mother's pussy. Sarah spreads her legs wide and lifts her crotch hard against her daughter's mouth. "Oh yes, Honey, yes! God that feels so fucking good. Eat me, Baby, eat me. Make mommy cum. Now, baby, harder, harder, Make me cum! Now! Yes, yes, yes!" 

Bob gently pulls Sharon's head from between her mother's legs. "Remember, Sharon we want to save a little for later!"

Sarah's breath starts slowing. "Damn, Bob! You didn't need to stop her!"

"Yes he did, Mom! I really have to pee!" Sharon giggles and runs from the room. 

"Oh my god, Bob! That was so good!" 

"Look, Sarah, I think Sharon is ready to give up her cherry."

"I think you're right, Bob."

"Alright, the trust is real important now. I think you need to prove to her that you trust me if we want her to trust me. When she comes back, you need to push me to screw you. She needs to see that you're good with having my cock in your cunt. Alright?" 

Sarah grins. "That won't be hard!"

Moments later, as Sharon comes back in the room, she finds her mother trying to swallow his cock. "Lie down here, Baby Girl, help me get him ready. I need him to fuck me" She shoves her mouth down on his cock again. Sharon quickly drops to the floor beside them and watches as her mother's mouth moves up and down on his shaft. "Okay, Honey, your turn."

"I don't know how." Sharon whispers.

"It's easy. Just don't bite him! I need that cock in me so bad! Hurry!"

Sharon slowly slides her mouth over Bob's cock and pushes half way down before she starts to gag.

"That's enough, Baby! I need him now! Come on, Bob! Give me that cock! Fuck me!"

Bob quickly moves over Sarah and pushes his hard-on into her hot, wet cunt. She moans her pleasure and he starts a slow, steady rhythm, taking long slow strokes, in and out of her pussy.

"Oh, god, that's good. Sharon, come here and suck on my tit. Oh, Honey, he is so good."

A few minutes later the combination of his cock in her pussy and her daughter's tongue on her nipple finally push her over the edge. She screams and lifts her ass off the quilt, trying to push her pussy even farther onto his cock as they both cum.

"Oh yes, Bob! Yes, yes, yes. Oh my god, yes, yes, yes!"

He pulls his cock slowly out of her throbbing cunt. She squeezes, trying to hold him in. "Please, Bob, don't stop!"

"I don't want to, Sarah, but we need to save some of this for Sharon."

Sharon's eyes get even wider. "You mean you're gonna ...?"

Sarah kisses her daughter. "That's why he's here, honey. To make sure your first time is really good. It has been so far, hasn't it?"

"Uh huh. It's been real good." She still sounds a little doubtful. 

"I think you can trust him, now. Don't you?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"You saw how good he made me cum, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"You want to cum like that, too, don't you?"

"Will it hurt?"

"Sharon," Bob says, "we won't lie. It will probably hurt when I break your cherry. But," he pauses, "I'm not going to do that until we're both cuming. I think the pleasure will quickly over ride the hurt. Will you trust me?"

Sarah has been lightly caressing Sharon's tits while they talked. She kisses her daughter gently on the mouth. "Trust him, Honey. You'll be glad you did. He is so good!'

"Okay."

Sarah continues to fondle her daughter's tits while Bob begins softly rubbing her pussy. After a few moments he leans down and teases her clit with his tongue. As Sharon begins to squirm her mother starts sucking gently on her hard, little nipples. 

"Oh, god, I'm gonna cum again!" Sharon's breath is coming in short, shallow gasps. "Now! Oh, yes! Now!"

Quickly, Bob raises up and pushes the head of his big, hard, cock between her hot, wet, pussy lips. She gasps her pleasure. He pushes in until he feels her cherry, and then starts slow, short, strokes, just touching the end of his hard-on against her hymen. In only a few seconds they both begin to cum and Bob shoves hard, breaking through and pushing his cock all the way into her cunt. She screams once in pain as her cherry pops and then again in pleasure as his cum pumps over her torn hymen and deep into her pussy. Quickly she picks up his rhythm and her hips move against his matching his thrusts. 

They cum together, Sarah teasing Sharon's nipples with her tongue, for what seems a long time. Looking back, Bob realizes it was probably only a few minutes. But it was the most fantastic few minutes he can ever remember.

As he rolls, nearly exhausted, off of Sharon and onto his back, Sarah kisses her and then begins licking her daughter's pussy clean.

"Oh, Mom, that feels almost as good as Bob's cock! Don't stop, Mom!"

"Don't worry, Honey. I think from now on, we'll be sharing like this a lot!"

Several days later, as Bob is stepping out of the shower, the phone rings. Dripping wet, he answers, "Hello."

"Hi, Bob, this is Sarah. How are you?"

"Great, Sarah. How are you and Sharon doing?"

"We're doing really good. But, I'm not sure that I didn't make a mistake last night."

"Really? What kind of mistake?"

"Well," Sarah hesitates. "Sharon has been doing much better. So much that her friends at school have noticed. They're asking her why she's so happy and stuff. I told her she can't tell anyone about our evening, and she hasn't. She just smiles and lets them wonder."

"Okay," Bob sounds curious, "What's the problem?"

"Well, last night, Amanda, a friend of mine, called. She said that her daughter, Peggy, couldn't figure out why Sharon was feeling so much better and she really wished she could figure out how to help Peggy. I, ah, well, I ah, told her that Sharon and I had gotten some coaching. She wanted to know if I could get her the name of the coach. I, ah, well, I, ah .... " Sarah gets quiet.

"Yes?" Bob sounds puzzled.

"Well, I told her the coach wasn't cheap. But, I told her, I thought he might do a coaching session for her and Peggy for $300. I told her that if I'd had to pay twice that for the session Sharon and I had it would have been worth it."

"Worth $600, huh." He sounds amused.

"Look, Bob, here's the thing. I know a dozen or more mothers who are worried about their daughters. Every one of them would gladly pay that much or more to give that kind of happiness and confidence to their daughters."

"And you'll be happy to make the arrangements, right?"

"For a small fee."

Bob laughed. "Say ten percent?"

Sarah laughed, too. "I was thinking twenty!"