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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood - Johanna's Night
Part: 5
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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   **Why oh why did it have to be Tyler?** Johanna thought as she
vigorously stroked his member.
   Anybody else and she might have been able to resist.  But once she saw
Tyler standing in the doorway; his magic cock swaying out in front of him
like a trained cobra, she was hypnotized and lost all willpower.  She had
feigned disinterest, but entered his room nonetheless; secretly just as
eager to start the massage as he was.
   Having ever only seen him partially erect in the locker room, she could
only guess how big he really was down there.  Now she finally got her
chance to find out.  And Tyler did not disappoint.
   As soon as they were settled on the bed, she wrapped a hand around the
middle of his cock.  She throttled the veins in his organ and caused the
head to bulge.  If Tyler was surprised or impressed by the firm grip her
soft and feminine hands possessed, he didn't show it.  Neither did he show
any sign of pleasure but kept a smug smile on his face.
   Johanna relaxed her stranglehold and began to play.  Leaving his cock
for the moment, she explored down to his sack which was bigger and heavier
than even Sam's had been.  She could barely hold both of his balls in one
hand.  They kept spilling out one side or the other whenever she tried to
grasp them.  She could tell that they were capable of producing an
incredible amount of semen.  When the time came, his ejaculation promised
to be a sight to behold.
   But that wasn't going to happen unless she figured how to arouse him
further.  Her fingers teased all over his partially inflated shaft trying
to unlock the profound potency roiling just beneath the surface.
   She dragged her fingers up the underside and drew circles around the
base of his fleshy, circumcised helmet.  Though already big, she sensed it
could grow even bigger with the right prodding.  But Tyler frustrated her;
keeping his full potential just out of reach.  In a moment of weakness she
imagined what it would feel like spreading her moist pussy...
   Before things got out of hand, Johanna snapped out of her fantasy and
returned to the task at hand.  She encircled his shaft in a fist and began
stroking in earnest.  Despite being only half erect, Tyler had plenty to
jack off; seven inches at least.  She made long confident strokes
indicative of her excellent massage training.  The way the elastic skin
along his shaft hung loosely bore witness that there was more growth
forthcoming.
   Eventually Johanna's efforts paid off as a twinkle appeared in Tyler's
deep blue bedroom eyes.  That's when the real workout began.  Slowly,
gradually, his cock added girth and length.  Johanna didn't dare disrupt
her methodical strokes as he passed eight, then nine inches.  Her jaw
dropped when she realized he wasn't done growing even then.
   She could barely wrap her hand around it at the thickest point now and
each stroke made it swell and bulge a little more.  The throbbing
mushroom-shaped tip looked angry.
   To Johanna's amazement he passed the one foot mark.  Pushing 13 inches,
it was longer than Tank's and nearly double the team average.  She had to
lean over and put her whole body into the effort to maintain her pace.
   The exertion caused her normally stationary breasts to jiggle
seductively.  Her nipples strained against the fabric and betrayed her own
arousal.  She glanced up at Tyler to see if he noticed.  His eyes were
trained on her tank top.
   Tyler reached up and cradled Johanna's right breast through the thin
material of her shirt.  He did not give warning or ask permission.  It was
totally inappropriate.  But how could she object?  She was supposed to be
supervising her boys and instead she was jacking them off one at a time. 
His large hand roamed all over her top and sent shivers through her body.
Johanna had to work hard to keep from losing concentration.
   **It's ok, as long as he doesn't...
   As if reading her mind, Tyler found an opening in the tank top. 
Entering through the arm hole, his hand settled on the meat of her breast.
His hand felt cold on her warm bosom; though neither compared to the
scalding hot obelisk thrusting up from between his legs.  The friction from
her hand only added to the radiating heat of his poker.
   Johanna suppressed a shudder as Tyler familiarized himself with her
hanging fruit.  When he found her nipple, he spent some time stimulating
the tiny target.  She bit her lip, but did not try to stop him.  In truth,
she was extremely turned on by it.
   Her ex-boyfriend had figured out early on that, despite their diminutive
size, Johanna's nipples were the key to her arousal.  Whenever he wanted to
get her in the mood to fool around, he would start with those little tips.
He knew it drove her especially crazy to suckle on them.  It got to the
point where, even in public, he could turn her on just by licking his lips
suggestively.
   She didn't feel the need to share that information with Tyler, though.
Rather, she masked her arousal and focused on finishing the "massage".  But
his continued fondling served to weaken her resolve.  And with every
passing second, she grew more restless and aroused.  The long sexless weeks
since moving to America were catching up to her.  Her body needed it.
   When the bead of pre-cum appeared on the tip of his cock, she barely
controlled the urge to lean over and lap it up with her tongue.  As before,
the towel around her waist worked loose.  She let it fall; let Tyler get a
good look at how wet her throbbing pussy was.  She teetered on the brink of
indecision; mere heartbeats away from propositioning him.  Unfortunately,
she did not get the chance.
   Suddenly Tyler's cock became as straight and inflexible as a steel rod.
It took several spasms to drive the fluid up such a long distance.  But
soon the pump was primed and the next spasm caused a white stream to
explode from the tip.  Johanna held on for dear life as Tyler's cock threw
spurt after spurt high in to the air.  She couldn't help but compare it to
her old boyfriend's pathetic emissions and stare in wonder at what she had
been missing all along.
   She wanted to experience the sensation of a massive cock becoming ramrod
straight like that inside her, and to have those spasms push against the
walls of her pussy canal just before the ejaculation came.  She wanted to
rewind the clock 20 minutes and do it all over again except with her pussy
in place of her hand.  In short, she wanted Tyler.
   But that wasn't going to happen.  Her stud was satisfied...for now...and
no longer had need of her.  The show was over and the old teasing Tyler
returned.  He pulled the towel out from under Johanna's knees, practically
dumping her off the bed in the process, and began to clean himself up.
   "Hey, Sam was right.  You're not half bad." Tyler said with a sense of
finality.
   "Wait, what abo-"
   "Now coach.  You have many rooms left to check tonight.  I don't want to
be greedy.  You should really get going."
   Johanna persisted despite his abrupt dismissal.
   "But, Tyler, I need to talk-"
   "NO!  The rest of the team is waiting.  Now stop stalling and go do your
job."
   The forceful language stunned Johanna.  She might expect to hear such a
command from her boss, but not one of her students; especially one who had
been so amenable just moments before.
   When Johanna was too slow to react, Tyler added "I said GO!" Then to
reinforce his words, he reached out and swatted her bare bottom.  His hand
was the size of a bear paw and carried a considerable amount of force
behind it.  It worked.  Johanna snapped out of her trance and retreated
towards the exit; more to avoid another swat than to comply with his
orders.
   It did not occur to her to stop at the bathroom and grab another towel.
She was the sponsor and had every right to be in there.  But in her rush to
obey Tyler, she walked right through the door and let it lock behind her.
   Johanna used a hand to steady herself against the wall while she figured
out what to do next.  Her bottom stung from where Tyler had spanked her and
her breast still buzzed from his manipulations.  She was lightheaded and
still horny.  What else was there to do but finish her rounds as Tyler had
suggested?  She could take care of her own arousal later in the privacy of
her own bedroom.
   Unfortunately, Tyler had taken her spare towel and left her with nothing
but a too-short tank top.  She pulled the hem down over the pretty cleft
between her legs and headed toward the elevators.  She couldn't do anything
about her bare bottom hanging out the back.  Encountering a hotel guest in
this state of dress would be incredibly embarrassing.  She could only hope
that they were all asleep at this late hour...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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