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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood - Johanna's Night
Part: 4
Summary: Things quickly get out of hand for hot, young Coach Johanna
when has to sponsor an overnight trip for the boys' swim team all by
herself.
Keywords: m+F
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   Sam had been turned slightly away while Johanna worked on his shoulder.
Now he rolled over so that he was lying flat on his back.  Then, in one
swift motion, he pulled the covers back to show what stiffness he meant. 
He was naked.
   Johanna should have climbed off the bed and walked away at that point.
But something kept her rooted to the bed as she watched his semi-erect
member swell with anticipation.  The rationalizations came fast and
furious.
   She was still in support mode and it certainly looked uncomfortable. 
How could he sleep with that swollen thing sticking out of his body?  It
was her job to take care of the team.  Sam was one of the nice ones.  Why
not reward him?  He would probably sleep like a baby afterward; one less
boy to worry about.  And a hand job is just another type of massage, right?
   Before she could talk herself out of it, Johanna reached down and took
Sam's cock in her right hand.  Leaning over his body, she tenderly made a
couple of preliminary strokes up and down the length of his shaft.  Sam
crossed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes with a contented
smile on his face.
   Despite already being large and firm, the first few strokes caused him
to swell even bigger under her grip.  Underneath the soft buoyant outer
layer was a solid core that burned with heat.  She had underestimated his
size.  In a matter of seconds he had grown to no less than a full 8 inches.
   Johanna went to work; using a slow pace until she figured out what she
was doing.  She combined her massage techniques with what little cow
milking experience she remembered from her village.  This would be her
first time milking a bull; so to speak.  She settled into a routine of
squeezing on the up strokes then relaxing while her hand slid back to the
base of Sam's cock.  When he didn't complain, she increased her pace
slightly.
   As a masseuse, she was no stranger to repetitive motion.  So Johanna was
kind of surprised when her arm started to tire.  She wasn't used to that
particular motion, but that wasn't the real reason for her unusual fatigue.
Rather, it was because she had the wrong angle.  When she stopped and let
go to reposition herself, Sam's eyes shot open.  He gave her a look like
she had wounded him by stopping in the middle of her work.  Johanna took
that as a lesson that boys don't like to be teased.  Once you start
something, you better be prepared to follow through.
   "Sorry", she said as she scooted further down on the bed and quickly
reconnected with Sam's throbbing organ.  In response, Sam grabbed her left
hand and placed it directly on his heavy balls.  Taking the cue, she began
to squeeze them in turn while her other hand resumed its pumping motion. 
Sam melted into the mattress.
   Johanna had massaged dozens of attractive guys in her line of work.  Her
repertoire included full body massage, but you were supposed to work around
the private areas and stick to musculature.  Her prude instructor in school
had always complimented her technique and said she had a natural gift.  He
would be appalled to see her using it to such vulgar ends.
   But Johanna didn't care.  She was having too much fun.  She fondled his
ball sack with sheer giddiness.  It was completely smooth; having been
shaved in the swimmer's tradition.  His balls were squishy but firm.  Just
then she felt a contraction and a bead of pre-cum appeared on the tip of
his penis.  She doubled her pace.
   **He's getting close.  I can feel it.
   Sam started writhing in the bed; obviously enjoying himself.  His cock
was rock hard now and every muscle in his body was tensed.  Johanna's shirt
moved back and forth across her chest turning her nipples into little
points.  The towel around her waist started to work itself loose and slide
down her waist.  Then it broke free and pooled upon the mattress leaving
her exposed from the waist down.  Even though her bare pussy was showing,
Johanna didn't stop to pick up her towel.  She didn't want to let go until
he was satisfied.  Besides, Sam did not notice.  His eyes were clamped shut
with all attention on his own release.
   Down the home stretch Silent Sam started to pant.  A few seconds later
animal grunts filled the room as Johanna felt a sudden contraction in his
ball sack.  Then on the next stroke a stream of cum shot from his cock and
flew straight into the air.  A second followed just as the first was
landing.  Spurt after spurt came forth from his tip.  She kept pumping
until his orgasm subsided.  A big squeeze of his ball sack produced one
last spurt then she let go.  Her bull was officially milked dry.
   Sam opened his eyes his attendant was crawling off the bed.  Standing
up, Johanna became acutely aware of her exposed lower half and reached for
her towel, but Sam nabbed it first.  His orgasmic explosion had gotten
everywhere; on his stomach, on the sheets, and on Johanna's arms and hands.
He used the towel to wipe himself clean as his cock started to deflate. 
Johanna pulled her shirt hem down while she waited for her towel to be
returned.  But instead of giving it to her when he was finished, he wrapped
it around himself and pulled up the covers.
   "Thanks, Coach.  Good night." And with that he flipped the lamp switch
and rolled over leaving Johanna to stumble through the room toward the
exit. She wiped clean with the spare towel from her head then wrapped it
around her waist.  On the way to the elevator, the gravity of her actions
hit her.
   **When Coach Ron finds out what I just did, he will fire me for sure.
   Though he always stressed doing whatever it took to care for the team,
Johanna was pretty sure that courtesy did not extend to free hand jobs on
demand.  She knew she was out of line and that she probably deserved to be
fired.  But the more she thought about it, the more she convinced herself
that the damage could be minimized.  Sam was an isolated incident.  No one
knew about it.  What possible reason would he have for telling Coach Ron?
   That was a small consolation.  Her job might be safe, but what about her
reputation?  How long before the other boys found out?  Then again, the
story was almost too fantastical.  She fooled herself by thinking that Sam
would keep such an unbelievable story to himself.  She couldn't be more
wrong.  For the secret was out and spreading before she could board the
elevator.
   Johanna rode up to the 19th floor and stepped off the elevator
determined to put the illicit encounter behind her.  She had tarnished her
reputation, but it need not prevent her from finishing room check in a
professional manner.  Sam's impressive display of teenage potency had
invigorated her.  But it was well past midnight and she had a big day
tomorrow.  She promised herself that she would pop in and out of these last
few rooms and retire to the penthouse in short order.
   The indulgence suites were one floor above her with the penthouse above
that.  Only one of her team's rooms was on this floor.  Despite having left
her clipboard in Sam's room, she remembered the number 1919.  Johanna found
the room, recomposed herself, straightened her posture and knocked on the
door.  She was not expecting a naked boy to answer.
   "Hi, Coach.  I'm ready for my massage!"...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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