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It had been a tough day on the football field. It was chilly and damp and the field had been a messy muddy soup. The game was over, we had won of course, and it was time to call it a day. I was shivering in my damp sweater, herding my players toward their parents. The quicker they all went home the quicker their coach could go home too. I was looking forward to spending the rest of the afternoon snug and cozy by the fire. I love coaching these young men in football, but I was ready to go home. I got caught in conversation with one of the parents, so by the time I headed back to the school to close up the locker room all the kids appeared to be gone. As I walked toward the school I noticed one of the little junior cheerleaders sitting in the bleachers looking cold and forlorn. I went over to her to ask why her parents hadn't picked her up yet. As I got closer I could see it was Cyndi. "Hey, Cyndi. What's up? Why are you still here? Are your parents coming to pick you up?" "Hi Coach Ron. No, my parents aren't going to pick me up. I have to walk home. My parents are out of town." "How far away do you live?" "It's only a few miles away. It's really not a problem, Coach Ron. I was just sitting here for a minute. I think I hurt my back during the last cheer." "Are you going to be OK?" "Yeah. I'll be fine. It's really not that far." "Cyndi, why don't you come in the locker room with me while I close up. Afterwards I'll give you a ride home." "Ok, Coach Ron. Thanks." Cyndi gingerly got up off the bleachers. I could see that she was in some pain from her back. She followed me in to the locker room. The school, a Middle School where I also teach physical education, allows the junior football league, which is not affiliated with the school, to use the playing field, but not the locker room. I had keys to the school since I teach there. I leave my stuff in the locker room while I'm coaching the games. We went into the locker room. I closed and locked the doors behind us. I usually leave the locker room from a smaller door on the opposite side, where I park my truck. I went to my office to put away my clipboard and get my gym bag. Cyndi sat down in a chair, wincing in pain. "Cyndi, are you sure your back is going to be alright?" "It really hurts. I'm sure it will be OK tomorrow." "How long are your parents gone?" "They'll be back tomorrow. They just went out of town for the weekend." "Is there someone at home to watch you?" "Yes, my older brother is there. He's fourteen." I watched Cyndi wincing in pain and I decided to check out her back before she went home. I wasn't confident that her older brother would be able to tell if she needed medical attention. "Look, Cyndi. Why don't I take a look at your back before you go home? I'm a licensed massage therapist and I majored in physical therapy in college. I'll be able to tell if there is something seriously wrong with you. OK?" "OK Coach Ron." There wasn't a massage table in the locker room. This is a Middle School, after all. I quickly cleared the stuff off the desk and grabbed some towels to cushion the desk top. I asked Cyndi to lie face down on the desk so I could check out her back. "OK, Cyndi. I'm going to push up your sweater so I can look at your back. I will also touch you and press on the muscles a bit. Let me know if it hurts. Just pretend you're in a doctor's office, OK?" "OK, Coach Ron." Cyndi seemed to be more comfortable lying on the desk. She relaxed and let out a sigh, waiting for me to continue. I gingerly reached and pulled up her sweater a bit to expose her lower back. I placed my hand on her back and was surprised by how warm she was. It was a cold day and I was still chilled to the bone. She jumped a little and I apologized for my cold hands. It felt good to warm my hands on her skin as I very gently palpitated her muscles. I found several areas of knotted muscle in her lower back, which made Cyndi wince when I pressed on them. I slipped my hands further under her sweater to feel higher up on her back. I came in contact with the strap of her bra. I could also feel knotting higher up on her back. I moved back to her lower back. I didn't want to slip my hands under the waistband of her cheerleading skirt, but through the skirt I could feel there were some muscles way down on her lower back near her buttocks that needed attention. I knew if I massaged the knots out now, she would feel much better. "OK, Cyndi. I feel some muscles in your back that are knotted and bunched up. If I massage the knots out now, you'll feel much better. I can do that for you now, but you'll have to take off your clothes. You can lie face down on the desk with a towel over your lower body so I can massage your back. Is that OK?" "You mean like on the soap operas when they go to the day spa and get a massage? Can I put a towel over my hair like the ladies on TV do?" I laughed, "I don't think that necessary, but if you really want to I don't see why not. Now, I'm going to turn my back. You get undressed and lay back down on the desk. Put this towel over your lower body and let me know when you're ready." I turned my back and waited. I heard Cyndi gingerly get up off the desk, which was soon followed by a rustle of clothes. I remembered that I had a bottle of massage oil in my gym bag. That was lucky, because I don't usually keep it in my office. I moved over to the other side of the room, still with my back turned, to get my gym bag. When I straightened up I caught a vision that made my breath freeze in my lungs. Cyndi's reflection was caught in a mirror that had not been visible from where I had been standing before. I realized I could see her, but because of the angle, she couldn't see me watching her. I knew I should move away, but my breath wasn't the only thing that was frozen. Cyndi is a beautiful child. She has a heart-shaped face and large beautiful blue eyes. Her wavy blond hair is long, coming to the small of her back. She had removed her sweater and she was reaching back to undo the clasp of her bra. Her small budding breasts, when revealed, were topped with fat pink nipples, which were pebbled hard with the chill of the day. Cyndi reached behind her to unzip her skirt. Her back arched a bit, causing her pain, but more important to me, making her breasts jut out. I could feel my cock beginning to lengthen and harden in my pants. I had an insane urge to stroke myself through the fabric of my pants as I watched her. I tried to get control of myself, tried to turn away, but I was trapped by her beauty and innocence. Cyndi lowered her skirt, her long beautiful hair cascading around her, shielding her from my view for a moment. When she again stood up she had removed her skirt and panties in one fell swoop. She was naked to my gaze. Her hips were slender, just beginning to swell. She had beautiful slender long legs with no discernable pubic hair at their apex. I was mesmerized and mightily aroused. Cyndi carefully lay back down on the desk and put a towel over her buttocks and legs. "OK, Coach Ron, I'm ready." Her voice snapped me out of my trance. I was also ready, but for something entirely different. I mentally scolded myself for finding this child arousing, but my conscience wasn't listening I guess. Cyndi was lying with her head turned away from me, so it wasn't necessary for me to try to hide my erection as I turned and approached her, bottle of massage oil in my hand. "OK, Cyndi. I'm going to put some massage oil on your back. It will seem cold at first, but it will warm up." Cyndi came up a little off the towel, startling me. It also exposed her breasts a bit, but she didn't seem to notice. "Hey, Coach Ron! I forgot to put a towel over my hair." "It's OK, Cyndi. We'll just pull it to the side." I reached out with my hand and pushed her hair to the side, the silken feel of it not dampening my ardor. Cyndi lay back down and closed her eyes, ready for whatever I had in mind. If she knew what I really wanted, she'd probably run screaming. I poured some oil on her back, making her giggle a bit. I slowly rubbed the oil in, the feel of her smooth warm skin heating my blood even more. As I kneaded the muscles in her back I surreptitiously rubbed my cock against the edge of the desk. If I was careful I might be able to bring myself off without her noticing. I was wearing dark pants made of wind-breaker type material, so hopefully the stain wouldn't show. It was all I could hope for. My bones were no longer chilled as I tried to pay attention to easing the muscle strain in her back. I wanted so badly to bring my hands down and massage her buttocks and ass crack and slip my fingers down, down, down. "Hey, snap out of it!" I severely scolded myself. She had some knotted muscles in her shoulders too, so I went in that direction instead. I stood at her head, massaging her shoulders and sleeking my hands down her back, pressing hard. She moaned in pleasure at the release of the knotted muscles. She was much too innocent to know that moans like that were much like the moans an older woman would make when aroused. To make matters worse, Cyndi moved her hands to the edge of the desk to prevent the pressure I was placing on her back from pushing her down off the desk. Suddenly, the straining cock I was pressing against the edge of the desk came in contact with her hand. I gasped a bit and Cyndi asked me if I was OK. I said yes and continued. I was beginning to sweat and wished I could take my own sweater off, but I didn't want to frighten the child. I gently rubbed my erection against the back of her hand. I couldn't believe she couldn't feel me pulsing against her hand, but she gave no sign she was aware of what was happening. After a few more strokes I felt the cum beginning to boil up as I approached my climax. I did my best to cum without making a sound, but I couldn't prevent my body from jerking a bit. I felt my cum pulsing out of my cock into my pants and I moved back a bit to prevent Cyndi from feeling the wetness. Cyndi was lying completely relaxed, oblivious to my distress. I felt relieved that I had managed to make myself cum, thinking it would relieve the burning lust coursing through me. It worked for a while. I was able to concentrate more fully on what I was doing, even to venture my hands down near Cyndi's buttocks without losing control. I felt I had done as much as I could with the therapeutic massage, but I couldn't seem to stop touching her. Cyndi was softly moaning in contentment. "Do you feel better, honey?" "Yes, Coach Ron, that's much better. It doesn't hurt at all anymore." "That's great sweetheart." I knew I should stop, but I couldn't seem to make myself. I was frantically trying to think of some excuse to keep my hands on her without frightening her. I suddenly came up with an idea. "Cyndi, there is a secret kind of massage they don't show you on the soap operas. Did you know that?" "No. I didn't know that." "Yeah. They do it at all the really expensive spas. Do you want to try it?" "Sure, Coach Ron. That sounds like fun. I can pretend I'm a rich lady and you're my masseuse." "That sounds great. Now, all the rich ladies in the spas like to have their whole body massaged. I'm going to take off the towel so I can reach all the really good spots. It might tickle a little at first, but trust me it feels really good." "OK Coach Ron, I'll try not to giggle." "That's right, honey. Pretend you're a rich mature woman getting a massage. I'm going to touch you all over. The rich women never squirm or giggle. I'm going to take my sweater off. All the real massage therapists in the spas don't wear shirts, OK?" "Sure, go ahead. I don't mind." I pulled my sweater off. I'm in pretty good shape, moderately muscled. Cyndi didn't look. She was lying there with her eyes closed, composed just like a lady. I moved the towel off her ass, revealing two beautiful taught globes of flesh. I put some more oil on my hands and slowly began to rub it into her buttocks. They were like heaven under my hands. I used my fingers to grasp and massage her as I felt my cock twitching back to life. I kept letting my fingers stray closer and closer to the crack of her ass, occasionally slipping my fingers between her ass cheeks. Cyndi didn't move, she remained composed. She did jerk a little at the unfamiliar sensation the first time my fingers came in contact with her anus. I moved my fingers away quickly, but kept circling back, pouring more oil on my fingers. Before long I had her ass cheeks spread with one hand while I stroked oil over her anus with the fingers of my other hand. "You like this massage, Cyndi?" "Oh yes, Coach Ron. It feels cool. I've never felt anything like this before." Cyndi was too innocent to know the ramifications of my actions. She actually spread her legs a bit and cocked her knees to give me better access to her ass. I slowly increased the range of my stroking and slipped my index finger between the lips of her little bald cunt to finger her pussy. I noticed a distinct wetness there that had nothing to do with the oil I was dripping on her. I sought out the hard little nub of her clitoris with my finger, smoothing oil over it and making her gasp. I circled my finger around her clitoris as she lifted her ass off the table and cocked her knees more, lifting her cunt to make it easier for my fingers. Cyndi started softly moaning again. I couldn't believe how well this was going. I wondered how far she would let me go before she got scared. I moved slowly, trying to slowly seduce her with the pressure and friction of my fingers on her small pulsing pussy. I decided I wanted to try to stick my finger inside her, but it was difficult from this angle. I needed to have her turn over. "Cyndi, honey." "Mmmmm?" "It's time for you to turn over and get the rest of your massage." "OK." To my surprise, she rolled right over, exposing her breasts to me without protest. As frantic as I was to get my fingers inside her little virgin cunt, I also wanted to touch her breasts. I poured some more massage oil on her stomach and began to massage it into her skin. I smoothed it over her budding breasts, gently plucking at her nipples. I wanted to take her nipples into my mouth, but I was afraid that would frighten her. Cyndi watched me with half closed eyes, still moaning softly in pleasure. I moved my hands back down to her cunt and began to slick my fingers between the lips of her bald labia. Cyndi spread her legs and cocked up her knees without prompting, giving me total access to her. Taking my hand off her for a moment, I wheeled my chair over to the end of the desk so I could sit down. I sat between her spread legs, her little cunt spread right in front of me. I had her scoot down a bit, so her ass was closer to the edge of the desk. I spread her legs with my hands and continued exploring her. I could now see the perfect pink rose of her hairless cunt. I spread the lips of her cunt and circled her clit with my finger. As I circled her clit I reached under her to stroke her the entrance to her anus with another finger. She began to instinctively move her hips in time with my fingers, moaning louder as her arousal increased. I wanted so badly to taste her, but I was afraid to go too far too fast. With every circle of my finger, I slipped down to rub the entrance to her pussy. She was getting very wet, the moisture beginning to drip out of her opening. I decided to slowly try to insert a finger. I pressed my index finger inside, stroking her clit with my thumb. My finger slid inside easily to the point where I felt her hymen blocking further progress. I gently stroked her inside and out as her moans became more frantic. She was rolling her hips and her little cunt was squeezing and releasing my finger. I knew she was close to climaxing and I increased the pace of my rubbing. I felt the fluttering spasms of her orgasm begin as she cried out and jerked herself on my hand. "Unnnghhhh. Coach Ron, that felt so good. I've never felt anything that good." "I'm glad you liked it honey. I have more secret massages to teach you that feel even better. You want to continue?" "Oh, yes, please!" "OK, honey. This is a very special secret massage that feels really good. I'm going to touch you with my tongue. Would that be alright?" "I guess so, Coach Ron. Whatever you say." Cyndi was so cooperative and compliant. I was despoiling her innocence and she didn't even seem to be aware of it. Her passion was growing with her experience. If I initiated her slowly, she would come to enjoy and accept this sexual activity as normal. I was a teacher, after all, and this was a wonderful lesson for both of us. I stood up again to stand beside her. I decided to leave her pussy alone for a moment to allow it to settle down. I went back to stroking and pinching her nipples, which she seemed to enjoy. Cyndi, being curious, tentatively reached out and touched my bare chest. I almost came out of my skin at the touch of her hand. Her gaze slipped down to the rampant bulge in my pants, but she didn't say anything. Letting out a tortured groan I leaned down to take one of her nipples into my mouth. I tongued and sucked and nibbled until she was twisting and moaning under me. I then switched to the other side, tasting her sweet flesh, stroking my tongue over her. I reached down to stroke her cunt again, finding it sopping wet and pulsing. "OK, honey. Here's the next secret massage. I'm going to tongue your clit now." "What's my clit?" "This is," I said as I slicked my finger over it, making her jerk and moan. She was so sweet and pure in her response to me. It took my breath away. I moved back down to my chair between her legs. Grasping her hips, I pulled her down to the edge of the desk, spreading her legs wide. I opened her with my fingers and slicked my tongue up her slit, getting my first taste of her sweet innocent pleasure. It was divine and her intoxicating smell almost sent me over the edge. I teased her clit with my tongue, making her squeal and squirm. "Oh, Coach Ron, it feels so good. Mmmmm. Don't stop, don't stop." I was not able to speak, my mouth being occupied as it was. I sipped the sweet nectar of her spiraling arousal, lapping it up with my tongue as she moaned and encouraged me. I slipped my index finger inside her again. My finger slid in easily. I pushed it all the way in to her barrier. I rubbed it back and forth, pulling it out and gently pushing it back in. She showed no reaction except pleasure, so I slowly began to fuck her tight little hole with my finger as I continued to lick and suck her clit. Cyndi was almost incoherent with pleasure, moaning deep in her throat at this new sensation. I slowly slipped a second finger, then a third, inside her tight young grasping snatch, careful not to pierce her hymen. She moved her hips gently against my hand. I lifted my mouth for a moment to say, "Touch and pinch your nipples, Cyndi. It will feel good." I wanted to see how innocently wanton I could make her, pushing her farther and farther into the sexual abyss. I think she was too young and innocent to have inhibitions, because she complied, stroking and pinching her own fat little nipples at my urging. I wanted to fuck her so badly, but I was afraid to frighten her with the sight of my naked cock. I suddenly had an idea. "Cyndi, I have to perform one more medical exam on you. It will help relax your back more, OK?" Cyndi moaned and nodded, seemingly beyond speech. She seemed to be unaware of anything but the pleasure I was giving her. I pulled my fingers out of her and she moaned in disappointment. I reached for a towel and draped it over her legs. I cocked her knees up, tenting the towel so she couldn't see her lower body. "Cyndi, I'm going to put a larger instrument inside you that will spurt some medicine. It's part of the medical examination. It might hurt a little at first, but it will feel good after a while, don't worry." Cyndi nodded. In her state I could have probably just whipped out my cock and slammed it into her, but I didn't want to chance scaring her. Hidden by the towel draped over her legs, I unzipped my fly and pulled my pants and briefs down, freeing my aching throbbing member. I moved toward her, slicking my fingers over her sopping cunt, positioning myself for entry. "OK, here comes the instrument, honey. Don't be frightened." Cyndi had her eyes closed, lost in a sexual fog. I'm not sure she would have been aware of anything I was doing to her. I positioned the head of my cock and slowly pressed it in. She was very tight, but the head of my cock slipped in easier than I thought it would. I grasped her hips under the towel for leverage and slowly began to invade her virgin cunt, fucking her with short little strokes, slowly lubricating my cock with her juices. Her eyes were closed, but she pressed herself against me, trying to take me deeper. God, she was hot, unknowingly making just the right erotic moves. I felt her barrier pressing against the head of my cock. "Cyndi, this is where it's going to hurt just a little. Be brave honey. I need to do this to make sure you get all the medicine you need." "It's felt so good, Coach Ron. I can be brave." "That's my girl." I bumped my cock against her hymen, testing it's strength. I wasn't sure what to do, never having deflowered a virgin before. I decided to just take the plunge, jerking my hips forward. I felt her barrier tear and she tightened down on me a bit, clenching her pussy. She didn't complain, so I hoped it wasn't too painful. I stayed still for a moment, slowly feeling her pussy relax. I felt it was safe to continue, so I pressed deeper inside her, not sure if she could take all of me. I'm fairly well hung, not a monster, mind you, but a quite respectable size. I was surprised when I was finally able to push inside her to the hilt. I couldn't believe she was taking my whole cock. I stayed there for a moment, not moving to allow her cunt to expand and get used to me. She moved impatiently, instinctively wanting me to move. She opened her beautiful blue eyes and looked at me, moaning, "It's so good." I began to slowly move. She was so tight, her cunt sucked on me like a little mouth as I pulled almost all the way out. She moaned and tightened when I moved to push back in. I could feel her tremble and I knew she was close again. I reach under the towel to flick her clit with my finger as I began to move faster, sucking in and out of her hungry little snatch. Her cunt began to rhythmically clench me as she built to another orgasm. She was gasping and moaning, moving her hips in time with my gentle thrusts. She let out a loud gasping, "Ahhhhhhmmmmm" when she finally came around my cock. I felt her cunt muscles clenching and releasing, milking me to my own climax. I pressed myself in to the hilt and felt wave after wave of unbearable pleasure as I grunted and spurted jets of cum into her grasping snatch. God, what a rush. I couldn't believe what I had done, or that it was so intense. I wanted to stay inside her until both our pulsing orgasms subsided, but I chose to be cautious. I withdrew and quickly pulled my pants up. I removed the towel and pressed it to her cunt, wiping up the cum that was dripping out of her. "I like that medicine, Coach Ron. It's not like any I've taken before." I moved up beside her again, stroking her body and kissing her for the first time. She sweetly opened her mouth for me and allowed me to ease my tongue between her lips. I groaned when her own little tongue tentatively stroked mine. She was so sweetly sexy and she didn't even know it. I didn't want our time together to end, but it was time to get her home. I didn't want her brother to come looking for her. I told her to get dressed, that I needed to take her home. She seemed disappointed. When she stood up, I noticed some of my cum running down her leg. I got the towel and sopped it up. Her panties would become cum stained if she put them on, so I told her to leave them off. I pocketed them for a souvenir. We quickly got dressed. Her short cheerleader skirt barely covered her naked ass and I felt my cock stirring again. I couldn't believe I was becoming aroused again so soon after such a soul shattering climax. I told myself there was no time as I ushered Cyndi out to my truck. On the way to the truck, she told me where she lived. I was familiar with the neighborhood. It was fully dark and I was worried Cyndi's brother would be frantic. I pulled out my cell phone and told her to call her brother and tell him she had been at a girlfriend's house and was getting a ride home. She dialed the phone as I started my truck, telling her brother what I told her to say. "Was he worried?" I asked. "No, he was busy playing video games and didn't even notice I wasn't home." "Typical 14 year old." It was dark inside the truck as we pulled out of the parking lot. I have a bench seat in the truck, so Cyndi scooted over close to me. My hand naturally fell to her leg and I began to stroke her skin. I was hard as a rock again and I let my hand move farther and farther up her thigh. She spread her legs for me, moving to press her pussy into my hand. I had created a monster. Her thighs were sticky with her juices and my cum. She cocked her leg over mine as I began to stroke her cunt. She sighed in pleasure. I unconsciously began to rock my hips and rub my erection against her leg as I drove. "Coach Ron?" "Hmmm?" "Is there a secret massage I can give to you that will make you feel as good as you made me feel?" "Yes, honey there is. I didn't want to scare you before, so I didn't suggest it. Have you ever seen a man's cock?" "N-n-no," She said hesitantly. "I'd like you to touch mine, but only if you want to." "Right now?" "I'd really like it if you would do that for me." "Sure, I'll try it." I moved her leg off me and reached down to unzip my fly. It was hard to get my erect cock out of my pants while I was trying to drive, but I managed it. I figured this was a good way to introduce her to my cock because it was dark in the truck. She could explore me with her hands, and her mouth if I could convince her, all safely in the dark. It was then I realized I wanted to continue to explore sex with this innocent young girl. This wasn't a one-time thing. It would be dangerous to try to continue, but I couldn't stop myself. "OK Cyndi, give me your hand." Cyndi trustingly gave me her hand and I pressed it to my erection. She said, "Oh" and began to busily explore my length. I put my hand over hers, showing how I liked to be squeezed and stroked. Since she lived so close to the school, it was not too long until we were at her house. I pulled into the circular driveway and up to the house. The house was dark, but I could detect a faint light coming from one of the upstairs rooms, probably her brother still playing video games. I decided it was safe for us to stay in the truck and play for a moment before she went into the house. It wasn't likely her brother even noticed us drive up and my truck was shielded from the street by some trees. Her hands felt so good stroking me, I couldn't stand to think of her stopping. I turned off the truck and cracked the windows a bit to prevent them from steaming up. I wanted to be able to see if someone was coming so I could quickly put my cock back in my pants. I reached under the seat for the lever and moved the seat back to give Cyndi better access to my cock. I took her other hand and showed her how to squeeze my balls. She was so eager to learn and to please me. It was so sweet. "Cyndi, put your mouth on me baby. Suck my cock into your mouth. I did the same for you, remember." Cyndi didn't need any more urging than that. She leaned over and started licking the head of my cock, tasting my pre-cum. I urged her on, instructing her in a hoarse voice on where to lick and how to take me into her mouth. She was kneeling beside me on the seat, so I reached behind her and started stroking my fingers over her ass and cunt while she sucked my cock. "Oh, yeah baby that's good. Mmmmmm," I moaned. I could feel her moans vibrating on my cock as it bumped the back of her throat. She couldn't get my whole cock into her small little mouth, but her tongue was becoming more skilled by the moment. I instructed her on how to jack me with her little hand while she sucked me. I was surprised by how quickly she was bringing me on. I was hoping I would be able to have her drink my cum before someone discovered us, and it looked like we were going to be successful. I looked around in my sexual haze, not seeing anyone around. I closed my eyes and lost myself to the pleasure of her hot little sucking mouth. "Cyndi, I have some more medicine for you, baby. Make sure you swallow it all. Here it comes!" I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my cock as deep as it would go before letting go with my first jets of cum. I had already cum twice, but there was still a lot left inside me. I jerked again and again, splashing gobs into her sucking mouth. It was very pleasurable, but not as intense as cumming in her tight little cunt had been. I was still fingering her and she was wet and ready. I was disappointed I wouldn't have time to recover and get hard again. I don't think she would have any hesitation about taking my cock inside her without me having to hide it. She was so sweet and compliant. She hadn't denied me anything I had asked her to do. My head fell back as my orgasm subsided. I breathed deeply and opened my eyes. Suddenly I realized there was someone standing outside the truck. A slender young man, Cyndi's brother most likely, was standing there, frozen, watching his sister suck a strange man's cock. I froze in panic. What should I do? I was caught. Cyndi was still licking and sucking my deflating member, cleaning me of all vestiges of my cum. She hadn't noticed her brother standing there. I remembered her parents were out of town, but how could I insure the young man's silence? I put my fingers to my lips as if to shush him and moved my hand to shoo him into the house. To my great surprise, he complied. He must have been in shock, as I was. As soon as he disappeared inside the house, I gently pushed Cyndi away. She sat up and wiped her mouth, smearing cum across her cheek. God, she was hot. My mind was frantically racing, when a solution suddenly came to mind. "Cyndi, you like the secret massage, don't you?" "Yes, very much, Coach Ron." "I can't always be around to massage you. Would you like it if I taught your brother how to do this, so he could massage you when I'm not around?" "Sure! That would be great. Do you think he'd do it?" She was so sweetly innocent. I couldn't stand it. "I'll go inside and ask him. You wait here. I'll be right back." I went to the front door and knocked before pushing it open. Cyndi's brother was waiting for me. He looked a little familiar, but he wasn't one of my students. He had probably had the other coach for P.E. "James, right?" "Yeah, Coach Ron. What do you think you were doing out there?" I approached James, who was only fourteen after all, intimidating him with my superior height. "I'm teaching her how to suck cock and if you're lucky I'll teach her how to suck yours too." James sputtered in disbelief, but I could tell he was reluctantly intrigued. "Your sister has a sweet little tight cunt made for fucking too. You ever had pussy, boy?" I was using crude language to challenge him, trying to dominate him into doing what I wanted. "N-n-no, Coach Ron." "Well boy, your sister's got the hottest, tightest cunt this side of the Mississippi. No reason you should deny yourself such a treat just because she's your sister, now is there?" I was moving toward him, backing him into a corner physically and logically. "I g-g-guess not, Coach Ron. But she's too young!" "Nonsense, boy. She took my cock right up to the hilt with no problem. Made her cum real hard too. She's hot and ready. Perfect age to be trained. You play your cards right and you'll have a willing little playmate wet and ready for you whenever you want her. You'll have to keep it from your parents, but that won't be hard if you're careful. I already asked her if she would be willing to suck your cock and fuck you and she said yes. C'mon be a man." I could tell he was fighting his conscience. He must have gotten an eyeful out there standing by the truck. I could see there was a bulge in his pants, so I figured I was winning the argument. "Now, son. I'm going to go out to my truck to get your sister. You just do what I say when I come back." He just nodded. Relief, triumph, and arousal flooded through me. I went back to the truck and motioned Cyndi to get out. She bounced out of the truck toward me, a big smile on her face. "James said yes?" "Yeah, he can't wait. C'mon." We hurried into the house, finding James waiting for us sitting in the living room. As he watched his sister approach, I could see conflicting emotions warring on his face. I didn't want to give him a chance to change his mind. I quickly told him to unzip and expose himself. He complied, revealing an erect cock that was a decent size given his age. It wasn't nearly as big as mine, but it would fill our little girl up just fine. I told him to slide off the couch and kneel in front of it, leaning back so his back was supported against the couch. Cyndi went right to her hands and knees, sucking her brother into her hot little mouth without so much as a word from me. She was learning fast. James moaned and his head fell back as she began to lick and suck his cock. It wasn't long before he was moving his hips, fucking his sister's mouth, a look of amazement on his face. I knelt behind Cyndi and flipped up her skirt, reaching to stroke her cunt. She was dripping wet, so I decided to give her some more medicine. James' eyes widened as he saw me pressing my cock inside his sister. Cyndi didn't react except to moan. I grabbed her hips and pressed home, my cock sliding in and out of her slick passage at an ever increasing pace. I reached around her and began to stroke her clit. I could feel by balls slapping against her with each stroke. I pounded her a little harder, which forced her brother's cock farther down her throat. He was bucking and moaning, nearing a climax. He grabbed the back of his sister's head and shouted, pumping cum down his sister's hungry throat. "She sucks good, don't she?" "Yeah, man. Really good." James replied. "Told ya." James' cock popped out of her mouth and Cyndi took a great breath and started to wail. She was obviously loving the pounding action of my cock. "Yeah, baby. Take your medicine. I'm gonna cum so deep inside you. You take it all and beg me for more baby. Beg me for it." I was losing control. The gloves were coming off and I was losing myself to the eroticism of the situation. "Please, Coach Ron, please." "Beg me to fuck you harder, Cyndi." "Fuck me harder, Coach Ron, fuck me harder." "Yessss. Mmmmmm." I plunged in and let loose, pumping what was left of my cum inside her snatch. As I began to spew my cum, she began to spasm in her own orgasm. "I'm making her cum hard, boy. You watch and learn. Ohhhh, yeah I feel you cumming, baby. Cum for Coach Ron, baby. Cum for me." Cyndi was screaming out her release. Sobbing and moaning out of control. That was a good description of this situation. Out of control. I collapsed on my back, my cock popping out of her tight little hole. Cyndi collapsed on her brother's lap, moaning. I lay there on the floor completely spent. My cock was raw from all the sucking and fucking. I don't think I could have gotten it up again if I tried. As I was laying there trying to catch my breath I heard James say, "Can you teach me to fuck her like that?" "Sure, boy. Give me a minute. Why don't you go get some towels to put on the couch. We don't want any stains, now do we. Cyndi, take your clothes off." James went to get the towels and Cyndi took her clothes off. I told her she was pretty naked and she blushed prettily for me. James came back with the towels and I spread them over the couch two deep. I told James to take his clothes off too, which he rushed to do. There was no more hesitation. One climax from his sister's mouth had convinced him. I told Cyndi to sit on the couch. I bent her legs and pushed them up to her chest, telling James to kneel in front of her. Her cunt was dribbling cum onto the towels, but I didn't see the harm in teaching James to please his sister with his tongue and fingers before he fucked her. I told him he should always return a favor. He didn't hesitate a bit, diving right in to lick and suck on her bald little cunt. He was sucking my cum out of her, swallowing it up. I'm not sure if he really knew what he was doing, but no matter. It was hot to watch. After all the action her cunt had received, Cyndi was still hot for it. By the time James was done licking her she was begging him to stick his cock inside her. I helped him guide his cock home into his sister's hot cunt. He pushed it to the hilt, just like a pro. I grabbed his hips and guided them, showing him how to set up a rhythm that would please them both. I showed him how to grind her clit with his pelvis, eliciting deep throaty moans from her. I told him what to watch for to know she was ready to cum. "Tell me when you feel her cumming, boy. Don't let yourself cum until you bring her off." My hand rode his ass, gently guiding his thrusts. Soon they were moving together, fucking in concert. I taught them how to kiss and they were soon fucking and sucking on each other's tongues. I love being a teacher. "Ohhhh, baby sister, I feel you cumming. Unghhhhh, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" I could feel James jerking and cumming inside his sister. She was looking down fascinated to where there bodies were joined. She reached down with her little hand to feel her brother's pumping tool. She looked up at me in wonder. "Wow, that was great, Coach Ron. Is this how you were giving me medicine earlier?" "Yeah, baby. I filled you up with my nutritious cum." We were all pretty knocked out after all that exertion. We went naked into the kitchen to get something to drink. James suggested we all take a shower together in his parent's big walk-in shower. Cyndi ended up dropping to her knees in the shower and sucking her brother off when he got hard again. My cock was done for the night. I couldn't get it up anymore. It was fun to watch the youngsters go at it, though. We got out of the shower and I borrowed a robe from Mom and Dad's room. They wouldn't be home until late the following afternoon, so James suggested I spend the night. We slept naked with Cyndi between us on the big king sized bed in the master bedroom. I slept like the dead, being totally wiped out from all the sexual activity. I was awoken the next morning by moaning. James was fucking his sister doggie style. I stretched and rubbed my eyes, enjoying the view. I encouraged James to pull out and shoot his cum over his sister's back, which he did. He seemed to enjoy that. Cyndi came over and began to suck my cock, which had cum back to life. I groaned and arched, pulling at my balls. To my surprise James came over and started rolling and squeezing my balls for me. I spread my legs and hoarsely ordered him to suck my balls. I fingered his sister's cunt while she sucked my cock and he sucked my balls. I was in heaven. James, after a tentative start, was doing an admirable job. He was sucking and licking my balls. I jumped when his tongue wandered down to my anus. He started stabbing his tongue, licking my ass. This was such a new erotic sensation, it brought me off immediately. I grabbed Cyndi by the hair and gently pulled her head away, gasping to James to watch as I blew my load all over her face and tits. James laughed in pleasure. I asked him where he learned to suck a man's balls. He told me that he and one of his male school friends had been experimenting sexually since they were about eight years old. They had progressed from giving each other hand jobs to blow jobs and licking each other's asses. "I'm not a faggot or anything. You seemed to like it." "Oh, I really did. Yes I did. I liked it so much I want you to demonstrate your cock sucking technique by sucking me until I'm hard again so I can fuck your sister." James complied, doing a pretty fantastic job, making me moan, "Oh yeah, boy, you're good at this aren't you. Mmmmmm." The thought of making him drink my cum was intriguing, but I wanted to fuck his sister. I was plowing her from behind in record time. James was hard again, so he got in front of her and fed her his cock. I made her cum on the fourth stroke. Damn she was a hot one. James and I pulled out at the same time, showering our little girl with cum. We really made a mess of that bed. We got into the shower again and I gave in to my urge to have James drink my cum. He did a credible job, gamely swallowing. I asked him if her ever drank his friend's cum. He just blushed, telling me again that he was no fag. The way he fucked his sister, I didn't doubt it and I told him so. He seemed relieved. We got dressed and stripped the bed in the master bedroom. I put the sheets in the washer. I wanted to wait until they were done and dry so I could remake the bed. I wasn't confident James, at fourteen, could handle the job right so his parents wouldn't become suspicious. Cyndi, not having the stamina of us men, went to her own room to take a nap. James and I went to play video games while the washer went through its cycle. When the washer was done I put the sheets in the dryer and went back to playing video games with James. He was beating the pants off me, so I fed him my cock again to shut up his boasting. He wanted me to suck him too, but I was hesitant. My taboos were more ingrained than his. I took him into my mouth for a few minutes, licking and sucking him a bit. It wasn't too bad, but I wouldn't let him cum in my mouth. I needed to retain my dominant role with him to keep him quiet. He jacked himself the rest of the way, cumming into a hand towel. By the time that sheets were dry and I had made the bed, Cyndi was up from her nap. I would have loved to fuck her again, but there was no time. I had to get out of there before her parents got home. I gave the kids instructions about not having sex unless Mom and Dad were not home and not expected home for a while. I gave them my address. I live about two miles away, well within bike range. I live alone, so there was no problem with them coming to my house for sex any time. I also told Cyndi where the local Planned Parenthood was so she could go get some free birth control pills. I kissed Cyndi goodbye and shook James' hand like a man. They waived goodbye as I pulled out of the driveway and headed home. I got home and flopped on the couch, sleeping away the rest of the Sunday afternoon. Things only got better for me from there. The kids would bike over, usually on the weekends. We would spend a couple of hours having sex. I gave them each a key so they could come over any time they wanted, even if I wasn't home. I was fairly new to town, so I didn't have any friends dropping over. I didn't feel the need to seek out any new friends after that. No one came to the house but them. James, who went to the school where I taught, would stop by once or twice a week during the lunch break. He would hang his head and I would yell and him about some fictitious offense, drag him into my office and slam and lock the door. There were no windows in the office so no one could see him happily sucking me off while he jacked his own cock. James wanted to bring his school friend into our little group, but I vetoed that idea. More chance of loose lips as far as I was concerned. We went along happily for a year after that. James went on to high school and Cyndi transferred from a private school and began to attend my school. My lunchtime visitor changed, but the result was the same. I was getting plenty of hot young pussy and I was happy as a clam. Cyndi approached me about seducing her dad. I coached her along in her seduction, slowly bringing Dad along until he was gagging for it. Pretty soon Cyndi was getting cock from all three of her favorite men. Soon after he started fucking his daughter, Dad caught her giving it to her brother. He didn't seem to mind much, so Cyndi confessed about me. Dad was angry until Cyndi pointed out that he could bring her over to my house and fuck her whenever he wanted, safe from being discovered by Mom. His anger smoothed out to acceptance and it wasn't long before the three of them were regular weekend visitors at my house. Cyndi would service us while we watched football on my big screen TV, getting especially busy during half time. Nothing like getting head while drinking beer and watching a good football game. I eventually clued Dad, his name is Bob by the way, in to the fact that James was not averse to sucking some cock too. I have two recliners in the family room, so it usually ended up with the two older men kicked back drinking beer while one or the other of the youngsters drank our cum. Worked out great. James eventually went off to college, but Cyndi and Bob were still frequent visitors. I had described to Bob how I had seduced his daughter in great detail. He was now trying to work up the nerve to use my method on one of his young nieces. I would probably end up doing it for him. She was a student at my school and, yes, a junior cheerleader. I had saved up some money and the locker room now had a massage table. When it was time for Cyndi to go to college she chose a local community school. She wasn't as much a scholar as her brother. Unbeknownst to us she stopped taking her birth control pills. James came home for the summer and when it was time for him to go back for the fall semester, Cyndi announced she was pregnant. The three of us had all been fucking her all summer, so there was no telling who the father was, not that any one of us cared much. Since I was the only possible father who was not also one of her relatives, we decided to get married. We had fallen in love that day so many years ago, but I felt I was too old to marry her, being over 20 years her senior. Getting pregnant was her way of forcing me into what we both wanted. Her mom didn't like it, but there wasn't much she could do. Bob couldn't get up the nerve to do it alone, so we ended up double-teaming his little niece in the locker room after the last football game of the season. She was ready for us. Cyndi had prepared her for what was cumming without telling us about it. She was counting on Heather to take up the slack during her pregnancy. Heather gave her uncle her cherry with pleasure and a great deal of robust lust. Fucked me pretty good too. We still had our usual Sunday family get together, so we just added Heather to the mix. Cyndi dropped out of college and decided to be a full time mom. I had finished my Phd and started teaching at the local university, so I could afford to support her and the kids. We ended up having four, three girls and a boy. James had come back to town after graduating from college and law school. While he was away at school, Cyndi planned her conceptions during the summer when he was home. Yes, she kept fucking all three of us the whole time, so I don't know who the father of any of my children really is. They all look exactly like her. Now my oldest daughter is a junior cheerleader. Daddy, Grandpa, and Uncle James have big plans for her after the last game of the season.

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