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Story Too Pretty to Fuck (mf, cons, pedo, incest)
Written by CobaltBlue
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When you were a kid, oh maybe in junior high school, did you ever see a
girl so beautiful, so gorgeous, that you thought she was "too pretty to
fuck?" And, of course you knew nothing about 'fucking', only that it
was 'nasty' and probably felt so damn good because of it being nasty.
And, well you just knew that the gorgeous creature you've been mentally
kissing, licking, and fondling would never go for the idea. I mean it
wouldn't cross her mind to actually let you put your 'yucky penis' in
her virgin cunny, let alone getting naked for you. Of course all your
buddies would laugh at you for thinking that way, but then there were
those few that agreed. Of course they'd tease you, saying how good it
would feel to have her luscious tanned legs wrapped around your waist,
and those tight firm globes of tit jammed in your mouth while you pumped
your puny dick hard into her little bare pussy. And then at night -
you'd have another one of those wet dreams, messing up your 'fruit of
the looms, or your 'jammies'. But, chances are the dream wouldn't be
about her, darn it. Nope! It would be about some other girl, not as
pretty, or as drop dead gorgeous as her. But somehow or other, your
mind always returned to the girl that was "too pretty to fuck."
Now I'm not talking about just ANY girl here. I'm talking about Brenda
Delore. Brenda was 13 years old and in the 8th grade. Remember the 8th
grade? Put yourself in my place for just a moment. Picture a girl
about five feet two inches tall, shoulder length blonde hair, big round
blue eyes, wearing a tight white angora sweater, her boobies, large for
her age, bobbing and jiggling each time she walks. And the walk! Oh
yeah - that was the best part, cause she always wore those short plaid
skirts. You know the ones - cut about four inches above the knee, with
the white sox that set off the deep tan of her legs. She'd wiggle her
little bubble butt back and forth whenever she walked up to the teachers
desk, and when she passed, you'd sniff the air and get a whiff of that
little girl perfume - clean and fresh. And you were so damn tempted to
run your hand up her bare leg, to feel her silky smoothness right there
in the classroom. You'd pray she'd drop her paper or pencil, or
whatever, and have to pick it up, just so you could get a glimpse
further up her thighs and maybe catch a look at her panties. But then,
what was the point? She was too pretty to fuck.
Instead, you just wanted to put her on a pedestal of some sort. You
know all that romantic stuff. Kissing would be okay, maybe even a
little petting. Hell, even a little stroking, but actual fucking? Nah.
Not Brenda! You even tried to strike up a conversation with her on
several occasions. She'd always had her girl friends around her, and
the few times you did try to talk to her, she'd just roll her eyes and
she and her friends would start giggling. Everyone accept you, that is.
You'd just shove your hands in your pockets and walk away disgusted
with yourself for even thinking you might be 'worthy' to talk to that angel.
But then came the time I like to call the 'Grand Awakening'. That's
the time you observed little Brenda Delore, not so good, not so
virginal, getting her little bubble butt patted by the 8th grade
volleyball coach, Ms. Fowler. The fact that the coach was a woman
didn't bother you so much as if she was a he. And, of course, putting
two and two together, you realized that whenever the cheerleading squad
was on the sidelines, Brenda would always sit next to Ms. Fowler.
Now Ms. Fowler was no slouch in the looks department either. She was
perhaps in her mid twenties, red hair, green eyes, and she wore the
tightest tee-shirts she could legally get away with. Her breasts
strained at the material, and sometimes you'd think that any minute
you'd hear a ripping sound and they'd tumble out in all their glory for
the world, and you, to ogle. All the male teachers, single or married,
had the hots for her, but she ignored them all. There was no ring on
her finger, nothing to indicate she was attached, and naturally when you
observed the physical contact between Brenda and her, the warning bells
flashed. Lesbian! Aha! You heard about lesbians of course, and kind
of knew how they 'did it,' but you'd never actually seen it for
yourself, not even in magazines, but your older friends told you stories.
Lucky for you, you have a job after school helping the custodian and
sometimes, if he was in a good mood and needing some refreshment from
the hip flask he carried in his back pocket, or maybe a smoke, he'd let
you clean out the girl's locker room. Sometimes you'd get lucky and
find a pair of panties on the floor. You'd hold them up to your nose
and sniff the crotch. Instant hard on, huh? And all the while you're
sniffing 'em, breathing in that little girl freshness, you'd think of
what, only a few hours ago, was in those panties. The little bare
pussy, maybe moist, maybe not. You'd think of the silky smooth legs
those panties slid up, the narrow waist they caressed the - oh so cute
bottom they held. That's when you'd lick the crotch, huh? If they were
really fresh you could actually taste her and you'd pretend it was
Brenda's panties you were licking. Of course then you'd have to find a
dark corner and jack off, wrapping those nice sweet panties around your
dick. You didn't need to worry about the custodian because he left you
pretty much alone. Maybe he knew what you were doing and just felt
sympathetic. Hell, maybe he did it himself.
So, you look around the locker room but you're out of luck this time.
No panties! You're sweeping up when you hear a noise in the back
room. You tiptoe up cautiously and peer through the crack in the door.
Holy Shit! There's Brenda and Ms. Fowler on the massage table, and .
. . oh fuck . . . why Ms. Fowler has Brenda's plaid skirt raised over
her waist and has her face in her fucking crotch! Brenda is moaning and
crying, her legs clamped around Ms. Fowler's head and her little ass
bucking up and down oh the table. And, oh shit, Ms. Fowler has her
shorts down to her ankles and is fingering her pussy. Instant hard on!
Then, naturally you had to gasp. And they, of course, stop. You
almost make it out of the locker room when Ms. Fowler grabs your shirt
collar and drags you back.
"You naughty boy! What do you mean spying on us?"
"I uh, I'm sorry!"
Brenda is wide eyed, sitting on the table, her skirt now concealing her
little pussy. She's not rolling her eyes however; no she's scared as hell.
"I should report you," Ms. Fowler says.
"But if you do, then I'd have to tell what you were doing." That was a
brave thing to say. You've never talked to an adult that way before.
That takes the wind out of her sails. "They'd never believe you, you
know."
But, of course you know she's bluffing. "They would when I tell them
you have a heart tattooed on your butt, Ms Fowler."
Well that took balls now didn't it? Sometimes you surprise even yourself.
She stammers - flushes. "Alright, young man. What are we going to do
about this?"
You look at Brenda and smile. She looks at you and you realize she's
really scared. Scared of you and what you might do, like tell her
parents or something. You notice Ms. Fowler has her eyes on your little
stiffy, and you're pretty embarrassed about that. You try to conceal it
by covering it with your hands, but she's having none of that. Instead,
she grabs you and makes you get up on the table right next to your dream
girl, Brenda; the girl that's too pretty to fuck.
Your heart is beating like a trip hammer sitting so close to Brenda,
especially since you know she's not wearing any panties.
"Do you two know each other?" Ms. Fowler asks.
Both of you nod your heads. Damn, your dick won't go down, will it?
Ms. Fowler crosses the room and locks the door, then returns to the
table. It's the first time you've seen a woman wearing just panties,
and the sight of her naked legs makes you even harder. You wished you
hadn't interrupted cause then she might have taken off that tight tee shirt.
"What do you think we should do?" She asks.
"Please don't tell my Mom, Bobby," Brenda pleads.
Of course you'd never tell on Brenda. You idolize her - worship her.
You'd do anything for Brenda.
Ms. Fowler is standing really close to you, her hips wedged in between
you and Brenda. She'd pulled her panties up when she went after you,
but you could still see the outline of her pussy. Damn! Your dick is
still hard! Well, what do you expect? It's the closest you've been to
a partially naked woman in your entire thirteen years.
"I won't, Brenda," you say, then you look at Ms. Fowler.
"Do you know what we were doing, Bobby?"
Of course you do. You're not dumb, so you nod.
Then Ms. Fowler just has to do a very incredible thing that completely
changes your mind about her. She brushes her hand right over your
crotch. Holy fuck! You'd never felt anyone's hands there before, and
the feeling, fleeting though it was, was incredible. Your eyes move to
her tits. Those big fucking tits and you lick your lips, your cock
threatening to rip out your jeans.
Of course, Ms. Fowler's no dummy either. She sees where your eyes are
resting and smirks.
"Everyone looks at my tits," she says. "Would you like to see them,
Bobby?"
Duh! Now that's a dumb question. That's been every boy's dream who
ever laid eyes on Coach Fowler.
Without waiting for an answer, she peels the tee shirt over her head
and drops it to the floor. Now she's just standing here in her bra.
You long to reach out and grab those magnificent melons. Your palms
itch to heft them . . .to feel the weight of them.
Even Brenda gasps.
Ms. Fowler looks at her and smiles. "Maybe you'd like to see them too,
Brenda?"
She nods and looks at you shyly, a sheepish grin on her face. You're
both in this together now. At last you have something in common . . .
something to perhaps base a relationship on. But right now that's the
furthest thing from your mind. All you want right now is to see Ms.
Fowler's tits.
She turns her back to you and unclasps her bra, then shrugs it off her
shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Then she turns around.
Oh fuck! The first pair of real live honest to goodness tits you've
ever seen! And they're fantastic, aren't they? They're large, the
nipples long and extended. They remind you of two ripe cantaloupes.
You lick your lips and look at Brenda. She's licking hers too.
Then Ms. Fowler does something really wild. She puts her hand on your
hard cock and the other one up Brenda's skirt.
"I know how horny kids get at your age. You ARE horny, aren't you Bobby?"
Your little dick is being squeezed so nice by Coach Fowler, but your
throat is constricted, and dry so all you can do is manage to croak,
"yeah." You look at Brenda and she's nodding, all the while her eyes
are focused right between your legs. Ms. Fowler, you know, is rubbing
Brenda's naked pussy. Hell you can even hear the squishing sounds her
fingers are making, and all the while Brenda's plaid skirt is rising up
her legs due to the action of Ms. Fowlers groping hand.
"You've never seen a pussy, have you Bobby?" Ms. Fowler says.
Now if one of your friends had asked you this, you'd tell 'em about all
the pussy you'd seen in your life. Lots of 'em right? But somehow you
know that isn't going to wash with Ms. Fowler and she could probably
smell a lie a mile off. So you just shake your head.
"You've never felt one either, have you Bobby?"
Damn she keeps squeezing your dick and playing between Brenda's legs.
Her tits are bobbing back and forth and your face is maybe several
inches away from them. You long to nuzzle them, but then you'd probably
get your face slapped or something. All you can do is shake your head
again and gulp.
"And you've never seen a boy's penis, have you Brenda?" Ms. Fowler says.
Brenda's throat is probably dry as hell too, cause all she does is
shake her head. She's breathing hard though. You can tell by the way
her boobs are swiftly rising and falling which each breath.
Then Ms. Fowler is unzipping your fly. Fuck! She's snaking her hand
inside and rubbing your dick back forth through your briefs.
"Bobby is really hard, Brenda," she say's huskily. Then the coach
turns to you and say's, "and Brenda's pussy is very wet."
Your heart is thudding in your chest when Ms. Fowler takes her hand
from between Brenda's legs and drags her wet fingers under your nose,
giving your cock a nice hard squeeze at the same time. You sniff,
smelling the tantalizing aroma of fresh pussy, even feel the wetness of
her finger as it brushes your nose. She puts her finger between your
lips, and you just can't help yourself. You lick it, tasting Brenda's
pussy juice.
Brenda is watching wide-eyed as you suck Ms. Fowler's finger. You
glance at her. Wow! She's blushing like crazy, but is making no
attempt to get off the table. That's a good sign, right?
Then Ms. Fowler is unbuckling your jeans, telling you to raise your ass
up. When you do she pulls them off, and now your hard little dick is
tenting up your 'fruit of the loom's' and you're kinda embarrassed right
now, cause the girl that's too pretty to fuck has her eyes glued
directly on your crotch.
Ms. Fowler tells Brenda to lift her skirt up, and, surprisingly she
doesn't hesitate. Oh shit! Brenda's pussy is bare and wet. You look
into Brenda's face, watching her blush, but she makes no attempt to
lower her skirt. Instead she spreads her legs a little wider. You eyes
are filled with the first pussy you've ever seen, and the silence in the
room is punctuated by heavy breathing - yours, Brenda's and Ms. Fowlers.
Brenda looks at you and gives you a weak smile as if to say, 'it's not
really my fault, you know. She's making me do this.' Of course you
know that's all bullshit.
You're undecided whether to reach out and grab Ms. Fowler's tits, or
feel Brenda's juicy cunt. Hell, you're so hard right now your aching.
The front of your jockey's are soaked with pre-cum and the head of your
dick is visible beneath the wet fabric. Your hips begin an almost
imperceptible thrusting. You can't help that anymore than you could
make your dick to go soft.
Then Ms. Fowler takes your hand, lifts it to her mouth and licks your
fingers. Her lips are soft but firm as she takes them into her mouth
and sucks them. You wish it were your cock she was sucking, don't you?
Hell, you're just about ready to explode inside your shorts when she
puts your hand right between Brenda's legs. Oooh Fuck!
She presses it on to Brenda's little cunt. You look at Brenda, but her
eyes are watching your fingers and Ms. Fowlers hand as she guides your
fingers up and down Brenda's pussy. You feel the warmth and the sticky
wetness. Then Brenda looks at you, blushing furiously. Ms Fowler takes
her hand from yours, but you don't remove it, do you? No! Instead, you
keep rubbing just as if Ms. Fowlers hand was doing it for you, and then
the coach reaches for you jockey's and pulls them off. Your hard cock
slaps your stomach with a resounding 'splat'.
Brenda's eyes widen as she looks at it - looks at the pre-cum oozing
out the tip. You see her swallow hard. She's just as nervous as you
are, but just as curious also, huh?
Ms. Fowler grabs her hand. Oh you just know what's going to come next
don't you? And you're not disappointed. Oh no! The coach takes her
little hand and puts it right on your cock.
"Squeeze it Brenda," she whispers.
And she does. Brenda actually squeezes your cock, then starts to rub
it back and forth in her little hand.
"Does it feel good, Brenda?" Ms. Fowler asks.
All Brenda can do is nod her head as she increases the stroking.
Ms. Fowler leans forward, her tits brushing your lips. She puts her
arms around both of you, pulling you in close. Now you and Brenda are
almost cheek to cheek. You're fingering fucking Brenda while she's
stroking your dick.
"Lick my tits."
That's what you've waited to hear, huh? You don't even hesitate and
the first thing you do is kiss her hard nipple, your eyes shifting
toward Brenda. Shit! Brenda is doing the same thing. Ms. Fowler
guides your head and Brenda's, pulling both your faces hard into her and
your hot and hungry mouths begin to suck her gorgeous tits. All the
while your fingers are feverishly fucking inside Brenda's hot wet pussy,
while she's stroking you faster and faster.
"You just know you're going to cum.
Ms. Fowler's hips are undulating back and forth against the table, and
you suspect her fingers are playing around between her legs. Suddenly
you feel your balls tighten and you're spurting gobs of cum all over
Brenda's hand. Damn! You didn't want to do that, but you couldn't help it.
But all Brenda does is stroke you faster. You look down, spitting Ms.
Fowler's tit out and watch as your cum splatter's all over the coach's
smooth stomach.
Now you're going to get it for sure, but all Ms Fowler does is moan.
She takes your chin in her hand and say's, "keep sucking, Bobby."
Then she stuffs her tit back in your mouth. Oh fuck! This is just too
much.
You're cock is still hard, isn't it? Even after that cum. You feel
like you could cum again . . . you KNOW you could cum again.
Ms. Fowler lifts Brenda's sweater off and over her head. She's wearing
a sports bra, at least that's what you think it is. Then that comes off
too. And now Brenda's firm round tits are exposed, and you feel your
cock harden even more.
"Aren't they pretty, Bobby?" Ms. Fowler asks.
Brenda blushes.
All you can do is nod.
"Touch them, Bobby. Feel how firm and soft they are." Ms. Fowler
guides your hand to Brenda's tits. You're hesitant, aren't you? Not
sure if you really should, but this has been one of your main fantasies.
Brenda looks at you and smiles shyly, not objecting, so you let
yourself be led - let your hand rest lightly on Brenda's tits.
It's all you've dreamed about . . .all you've expected them to be.
Firm - spongy, the nipples hard and erect. You squeeze them and Brenda
moans.
You can't help yourself. You just have to lick them as Ms Fowler
gently pushes Brenda down on the table. "Kiss her tits, Bobby." Ms.
Fowler says.
"Is it okay, Brenda?" You ask.
She sighs, and smiles. "Yesss. Do it Bobby."
You can't believe your ears. The hottest girl in the 8th grade - the
girl that's too pretty to fuck, is begging you to lick her tits. Her
firm, full tits, standing up proudly as she lies down. Not a hint of
sag to them - just sticking straight up begging for your lips.
You kneel in front of her, your cock still pointing toward your chin.
Out of the corner of your eye you see Ms. Fowler putting her fingers in
the glop of cum that is slowly dribbling down her stomach, raising them
to her lips and licking them clean. She reaches over and holds your
cock, squeezing it as you bend down and take one of Brenda's tits in
your mouth.
Oh yeah! It's good . . . real good. You can smell her little girl
perfume wafting into your nostrils as your tongue encircles the erect
nipple. You suck it into your mouth, loving the way Brenda begins
moaning. Then you think, 'maybe she isn't too pretty to fuck, after
all. Hell! Maybe she's just made for fucking.
Ms. Fowler gives your cock a parting squeeze then moves to the head of
the table, her tits right in Brenda's face.
Your dick brushes Brenda's inner thigh, leaving a trail of pre-cum
glistening on her tanned skin. She looks at you and smiles' licking her
lips, then reaches down and grabs your cock.
"Oh yeah, Brenda!" You say. Your hips start moving in and out on her
hand while you suck her nipple harder. Her face is framed by Ms.
Fowler's tits and with her free hand she grasps one and guides it into
her mouth. Now you and Brenda are both sucking tits. Oh fuck! Is this
hot, or what? And you're pounding your little dick in Brenda's
squeezing hand.
"You want to fuck her, don't you Bobby?" Ms. Fowler says.
All you can do is nod your head. Has a cat got an ass? Of course you
want to fuck her!
Ms. Fowler laughs. "A gentleman licks a pussy before he fucks it," she
say's huskily.
Hell, you've never even seen a pussy before today, let alone lick one.
You just don't know if you'd want to do that though, even though
Brenda's little hole is so pretty. You kneel in front of her, looking
down at it. It is pretty! A soft mound with a little slit, the lips
all red with just a touch of soft hair along the top. Hesitantly you
reach out and touch it. Brenda jumps a little and you quickly draw back
your hand. You look at her, but she's smiling. You don't mind feeling
her pussy, but you don't know about putting your tongue on it. After
all, that's where she pees from. Some of the guys in high school say's
girls really like a guy licking down there - eating pussy is what they
call it, but still . . .
Now Ms. Fowler has crawled up on the head of the table. He pussy is
level with your eyes, but hers is hairy - not much, just enough to make
it interesting. And it's wet too. Drops are glistening on most of the
single hairs that frame her pussy lips. She scoots forward, her pussy
even closer and now you can smell the musk as she spreads her lips.
"Look at my pussy, Bobby." She says. Then she spreads the lips and, oh
fuck, it's all pink and wet inside. She dips her finger in, and rubs it
across your nose the same as she did before. It doesn't smell like
Brenda's. It's more pungent, not unpleasant though, in fact just the
smell makes your dick throb like crazy.
You look down at Brenda, but she isn't looking at you, is she? Nope.
She's looking directly in to Ms. Fowler's cunt and licking her pouty lips.
"This is how you do it, Bobby," Ms. Fowler says, then lowers herself
down to Brenda's face.
Brenda moans, and you see her tongue dart into the coach's snatch. She
takes her hand off your throbbing cock and grabs Ms. Fowlers ass cheeks.
This is almost too fucking much! You kneel in front of Brenda, your
hand still on her pussy, but your eyes are glued to the lesbian action
in front of you.
Brenda bends her legs, her feet firmly on the table. She spreads her
knees wide giving you an unobstructed view. Your mouth waters.
Scooting back you lower your head inches from her lovely cleft. She
smells so good. Tentatively you lick the top of her little cunt. Oh
yeah! Suddenly you just stuff your tongue as far up her little pussy as
you can possibly get it.
"Ooooh," Brenda moans. Then she hunches her hips into your face. He
legs clutch your head tightly and you move your tongue in and out.
Bolder now, your hands reach for her tits, squeezing them, kneading
them, feeling the hard little nipples on the center of your palms.
Again she moans and you look up to see Ms. Fowler doing squat thrusts on
Brenda's face, her tits jiggling with each movement.
You lick and suck, then you feel a hard little nubbin right up on top.
When your tongue scrapes it, Brenda lets out another moan. So you kiss
it, suck it right between your lips. Holy shit! Brenda's ass is
bucking off the table with each suck, so you keep at it, sucking harder
and harder.
She moans more, her voice muffled by Ms. Fowler's cunt. What was that
she said?
"Fuuuu muuu!"
Huh? Was that a 'fuck me'?
"Fuck her Bobby!"
You look up at Ms. Fowler. Her face is shiny with perspiration. She
nods at you and mouths the words - 'fuck her'.
Taking your cock in your hand you scoot up between Brenda's legs. You
look at her pussy again - so wet and slick. You rub your dick along her
inner thigh, close to her pussy, then on to the lips. Brenda moans
again, her face crammed between Coach Fowler's legs.
"Do it, Bobby." Ms. Fowler moans.
Brenda is thrusting her hips at you and you know she wants it. She
WANTS you to actually do it! And here, all this time, you thought she
was too pretty to fuck!
So you put the head right between her cunt lips and kneel forward.
Never having done this before, your hoping you don't screw it up. You
lean over her, supporting your weight on outstretched arms, then slowly
sink down on top of her, you cock sliding in.
"Ooooh eeeeeeeeeee," Brenda squeals. She wraps her legs tight around
your waist and hunches her hips up and down. And all this time you
thought she was a virgin! Ha! Goes to show you, huh? But her pussy is
so damn tight on your cock, almost like when you jerk off. And it
squeezes it, pulsates around it.
You look up into Ms. Fowler's tits as she bounces on Brenda's face.
She bends over and stuffs one in your mouth, and you suck it . . . hard
while your hips churn into Brenda's crotch.
"That's right Bobby, fuck her good and suck my tits . . . oh yesssss!"
Ms. Fowler is rotating her pussy all over Brenda's face, and for a
minute you stop fucking the 8th grader to watch. You look closer,
hearing the slurping sucking noises as Brenda's tongue flicks in and
out. Her face is soaked with Ms. Fowler's juices and it seems to make
the little girl hotter. She crams her face in harder between the
coach's legs, moaning inside the woman's cunt.
"Ooh yessss Brenda! Oh baby, I'm gonna cummmmm."
She raises up, her tit popping out your mouth. She grabs them,
squeezing the nipples as she closes her eyes tightly and trembles
uncontrollably. She just has to be cumming. For long moments the two
are locked together, Ms. Fowlers grinding her pussy on Brenda's face.
Suddenly the tension in the coach's body subsides and she sighs in
contentment, then looks at you and smiles. You're enthralled at the
whole thing, but then Ms. Fowler hops of the table, bends down and
kisses Brenda full on the lips.
"Now you sweet things . . . fuck each other," Ms. Fowler whispers.
You don't need any further encouragement. Brenda looks at you, her
face glistening with Ms. Fowler's juices.
"Fuck me Bobby! Fuck me good." She smiles.
You start pumping into her tight little snatch. She spreads her legs,
lifting them on either side of you then wraps them over your shoulders,
squeezing you with them. Her hands grab your ass, clutching it. Oh
fuck! You just gotta be dreaming. Her pussy is so incredibly hot and
tight as your cock pounds harder and faster into her. You grab a tit,
and stuff it into your hungry mouth, hearing her moan as you suck it.
You can hardly stand it anymore.
Then you feel Ms. Fowler's hand stroking your ass cheeks, sliding along
and inside the crack, probing your hole. Her finger is wet and . . . oh
shit! She's probing your asshole. It feels good. You increase your
thrusting, as Brenda's silky legs hold you tight . . . as she hunches
her crotch into yours.
You feel the coach's finger slide into your asshole. You tighten up
at first, but Ms. Fowler tells you to relax, that you'll like it.
Stopping for a moment to get used to the invasion gives you time to lick
Brenda's tits, and in that time you feel Ms. Fowlers finger glide right
into your asshole. Damn! It feels good!
You thrust back on it. Never in your life have you felt such an
incredible feeling. Back, then forward, back and forth - in and out.
First your cock is buried in Brenda's cunt, then when you lift upward
for the next downstroke, Ms. Fowlers finger is wiggling deep in your
asshole. This has to be heaven!
Now the coach has her hand between your crotches. You feel her
encircle the base of your cock with her thumb and forefinger, squeezing
it. This makes you fuck even harder.
Brenda wraps her arms around you tightly, and you kiss her, tasting Ms.
Fowler's pussy on her lips. You probe her mouth with your tongue . . .
her sweet mouth, and she sucks it in, entwining your tongue with her own.
Your bodies are slick with sweat and you begin sliding back and forth
on her, loving the feeling of it.
"I'm going to cummmmm?" Brenda moans. She grinds hard into you. You
push up, your cock rubbing that little hard nub you'd been sucking.
"Ohhhh yesssss Bobby!" She screams, spreading her legs and wrapping
them back around your waist, the heels of her feet pounding your ass,
and all the while Ms. Fowler's is muttering words of encouragement, her
finger stabbing into your ass while Brenda's cunt spasm's around your cock.
You feel the cum begin to boil in your balls like lava in a volcano.
You ram deep inside the little girl's clasping cunt, harder and faster,
feeling your cock swell - feeling the cum gush from the volcano head as
it spurts deep into her.
"Aaaaaarggggghhhhhhhh." You raise your head up, your eyes squeezed
shut, face contorted, as you pump your load into her sucking cunt.
"That's it, Bobby, cum in her. Cum in her beautiful pussy," Ms. Fowler
says. She's raining kisses all over your bodies - yours' and Brenda's,
her finger jammed deep in your ass, and as your pump your last, she
quickly removes it and you feel the last jet of it splash into Brenda's
eager and hungry cunt.
You're limp and your body sags on top of Brenda, feeling her tits mash
against your chest. She's raining kisses all over your face, smiling at
you with moist teary eyes.
"Oh Bobby, that was wonderful," she coos.
And you feel ten feet tall.
But then, Ms. Fowler pulls you apart. You watch, incredulously as she
wraps her hands around Brenda's ass and lifts the little girl's crotch
right into her face. Shit! She's sucking your cum right out of her
pussy. Brenda wraps her legs around her head and you hear the familiar
slurpy sucky sounds.
Ms. Fowler is on her knees, her ass in the air. Just looking at that
hot ass makes you hard again. Wonder what it would be like to fuck it,
you think. Your trembling hand strokes it, loving the feeling of her
smooth silky skin, then you put a finger inside her crack, sliding it
down till you come to her little puckered hole. You don't know why, but
you just gotta do it, so you put your finger inside.
Ms Fowler moans. She looks down at your cock and smiles. It's hard
again. She grabs your hand and spits into it.
"Rub in on my asshole Bobby, then fuck it! Stick that beautiful cock
right up my ass." She wiggles it enticingly, so you crawl up behind her
and spread the mixture of your cum and her spit all over her hole. Your
cock is right at the entrance and you shove forward, buried to the balls.
Ms. Fowler groans, increasing the sucking of Brenda's cunt. Brenda
looks up and sees what you're doing - fucking her coach's asshole. She
jams her cunt hard into Ms. Fowler's face.
You grab the woman's hips and shove your cock deep into her ass. It's
even tighter than Brenda's cunt. You can't believe it. If you keep
this up your dick will be raw, but right now you couldn't care less.
"Squeeze my tits, Bobby. I like a guy to squeeze my tits while he
fucks my ass!" You can barely make out her words as Brenda's cunt is
clamped tight on her mouth, so you just reach around and squeeze her
fantastic tits. She bucks back hard on you, so hard that your feet are
lifted off the table and your hanging on for dear life. She moans into
Brenda's cunt, bucking even harder.
Brenda's looking at you and smiling wickedly. You ram your cock harder
and faster into Ms. Fowlers clutching asshole. Never in your wildest
dreams had you ever thought about fucking in a girl's ass, but you're so
hot now it doesn't matter, does it?
Ms. Fowler is finger fucking herself again, and you squeeze her tits
harder, squashing her nipples between your knuckles. She shoves her ass
back and forth on your cock, doing most of the work.
You spread her ass cheeks, licking your lips as you watch your cock
slide effortlessly in and out. Then you reach down and help her rub her
cunt, eliciting a moan from the older woman. She takes your hand and
rubs it briskly along her hairy pussy, guiding it to that little nubbin.
Her hips churn and you feel her pussy juices sliding down your wrist.
Again, you just gotta cum. You try to hold it back, but it's no use.
"Cum in my asshole, Bobby," Ms. Fowler moans. "Do it, you little shit.
Cum in my fucking ass!"
Her words drive you nuts. You reach around and grab her tits again,
squeezing hard, your hips driving into her, your knees bent, thigh
muscles straining as you shove your cock in as deep as you can, her
sphincter squeezing it as you spew jets of cum in to her hungry asshole.
At the same time they scream in unison and you know they're cumming
also. You're weak, spent, and literally slide off of Ms. Fowlers back,
crumpling down on the table.
Later, having dressed, you and Brenda say goodbye to Ms. Fowler.
You're lips are sealed, as long as you can come back again. And as you
and Brenda walk out of the girl's locker room hand in hand, you think to
yourself 'there is no such thing as a girl that is too pretty to fuck'.
The End