Uncle Micky
Subject: Dolan's Diaries #3 - A Day Off With Dawn Story Codes: M/f oral, M/f Updated: September, 2019 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- !!!WARNING!!!! This file contains sexually explicit material which may include graphic depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as incest, adultery, and sodomy. It is distributed on a website clearly identified as "For Adults Only". Possession by a minor is strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in possession of such material, do not read it and delete it immediately. In the year prior to leaving for Florida, Micky has some farewells to make. One is to Dawn, a student in his fifth period class. Enjoy a "Day Off With Dawn." (Many thanks to my colleague Phil Gorman for his proofing and editorial assistance)
A Note
I was in my last year of teaching in Ohio before moving to Florida. Everyone at school knew of my plan and it made for a different sort of year. I coached football and wrestling but at an assistant level, in order to assist with the transitions for the new head coaches. I truly enjoyed the less stressful seasons. I had visits with some of my former students; some of whom I shared a "special" bond with.
Half way through the wrestling season, the principal cornered me and asked for a favor. The boy's tennis coach was going to be fired and he needed someone to fill in for the season. I played some tennis, had a friend who competed at the college level; so, I figured what the hell and took the assignment.
That year I was also assigned ninth grade classes, due to my impending departure. I wasn't too excited about this until my fifth period class entered my life. There was one fourteen-year old girl in the class who played an important role in my life that year. This story will concern that girl: Dawn.
Dawn
Dawn is a little less than five feet tall and very petite. She has short blonde hair that is sort of feathered in a way, and it appears to be kind of unkempt, but has a cool look to it. Her eyes are a pretty blue and her lashes are thick and dark. Her eyes have a twinkle to them that lights up her face when she smiles. Her nose is button-cute and perfectly proportioned. Her mouth is a bit wide for her face. When she smiles, it takes over and her whole face smiles. One buddy of mine would call hers a 'blowjob mouth.'
She is short and petite; you can barely make out the bumps where her breasts are and, because of that you know she will be a less endowed woman. Her stomach is flat and her hips have proper development for a fourteen-year-old girl. Her ass is just slightly larger than it should be, but that only adds curves to a body in need of a more womanly look. It is as if she is fully developed from the waist down while her upper half is still that of a developing girl. She has a way of looking up at you, in a shy way, that is entirely too erotic for what she intends the look to be; at least I think it is unintended. Sometimes, when she speaks or smiles, the side of her her lower lip will curl down just the tiniest bit, and it is oh so enticing an expression. Her voice is soft and sweet. You can readily detect the little girl in her when she speaks. I assume she is still unsure about her emerging womanhood.
I learned during the year she was the only child of a single mother. I met her mother a couple of times during the year, and Dawn had asked me if I "liked" her mother. Her mom was very much what I would call a "road whore" and had very little going for her. I could see the streets in her face and I knew she had been, and could be, trouble. The only good thing she likely has ever done, or would ever do in her life, was have a daughter who might have a chance to lead the good life. Dawn asked me for advice one day, concerning her mother, and I managed to lead the conversation around so that Dawn understood that our relationship was special and would be something her mother would never understand or accept. I explained to Dawn that her mother was likely going to start being jealous of her youth, looks, and intelligence. I led Dawn to realize that if her mother found out about us talking, she would likely be pulled out of school and my reputation smeared.
As things turned out, she volunteered to be a manager for the wrestling team. This was just fine with me! I know that how I treated Dawn that year was, in fact, "grooming." If she ever needed anything, I would try to help: sometimes it was just lunch money, or a meal before a match. I remembered her birthday and made her feel special on that day. Hell, I was a soft touch for all the girls; but I always covered my lust. I have always believed that, in the art of seduction, you should leave the door open and inviting for a young girl to walk through, but never attempt to pull her through. I became the male figure in Dawn's life and was loved by her for it.
I recruited several of my wrestling "managers" to help with tennis, but only a few of them had the time. Along with Dawn, three older girls agreed to help; one of them, Jeanne, was very good at making sure this coach was relaxed and on his game.
During a match, each girl was assigned a court to record the game statistics and keep track of the score. I would move from court to court and help each player as best I could. We had a pretty good season going and everyone was enjoying themselves. The guys on the team were quite pleased that the new coach brought four pretty girls to each match, especially since no one, other than the occasional parent, would show up.
Jeanne
It was our second to last match of the season the weather was unseasonably cold and windy. Not bad enough to cancel the match, but bad enough to make it an uncomfortable day. I moved from court to court and the boys were doing well. My number one player was making mince meat of his opponent and had started to toy with the kid, as is his wont; he's a bit more than an asshole. I pulled him over and told him that as soon as he finished the kid off, he could head home. I watched the rest of the match from my car and it was over very quickly. Jeanne, the senior stats girl, who had been scoring his match, came over to the car and slid into the passenger side and gave me the paperwork for the match.
Jeanne is about five foot four, carries a few extra pounds of weight, but has a killer body. She has large, firm tits and a curvaceous, buxom body. Her curves are proportionate to her height and body size. She would be classified as a "soft-body" and good lord, she is soft and cuddly. She has long, curly black hair framing a face that is somewhat weird looking, but extraordinarily cute in its own way. She speaks in a manner that conveys a soft innocence, which makes her all the more attractive. Without a doubt, her greatest characteristics are her full red lips and the fact that she is a nymphomaniac. I first had her in the drafting room after school when she was in tenth grade.
She handed me the statistic sheets, slid over closer, and complained of how cold it was. I put my arm around her shoulders, pulled her close and said, "Here, cuddle up a bit and I'm sure we can warm you up."
She giggled, looked up at me and asked, "Are you really going to leave? You know, go to Florida?"
"Yep, no doubt about it, everything is arranged. I have the job, a place to live, some side work already arranged for extra money … everything is set."
"Are you going to miss me?"
"Of course I will! But you're graduating this year and heading off to school in Pennsylvania; I would miss you even if I was staying here."
"Are we going to have a chance to really say goodbye?"
She slid down a bit so that her head was resting on my chest. She started to run her right hand up and down my thigh. I replied, "I was hoping we could get together. We still have a few weeks, I'm sure we can figure something out, maybe something special." Earlier that day I was informed that our last match of the season, next Friday, had been cancelled. We would have no matches until the district tournament in two weeks. I began to consider doing something with Jeanne that Friday but decided to hold off on telling her.
As her head slid lower down my chest, she shifted her legs up on the seat so she was almost lying down. She asked, "I would like that a lot. You know what I like most about you coach?"
"No, tell me what you like about me?"
Jeanne now had her hand right up into my crotch caressing my balls through the material. "You know all about me, you know what I can be like, yet you always treat me nice … as if I'm a regular girl at school but then you give me that extra little smile that just makes me tingle … does that make sense? You make me feel normal, you don't judge me and then you make me feel special."
I lifted my butt up enough so she could undo my pant's button and zipper. She adjusted my clothing so she could scoop my dick and balls out of my britches. "It's easy to treat you special, Jeanne … but, now I think it's time you made me feel special."
"Coach …" was all she said as she slid her warm mouth over the head of my dick. I pulled her hair out of the way and leaned back to enjoy her mouth. Jeanne is one of the best blowjob artists I've ever put my dick in! She has an eagerness and love for cock that shines through in the way she sucks; the way she moves her head, the way her body puts some "English" on her efforts and even in the way she moans. Together, this all demonstrates her pleasure in giving pleasure. I know she gets wet just by sucking a dick; so, I reached down to her ass and cupped my hand on her crotch to massage her pussy. Jeanne is such a sexual animal that she can have an orgasm just from heavy kissing and being felt up a little bit!
She turned, ever so slightly to glance sideways up at me, which afforded me the opportunity to watch her full red lips slide up and down on my dick. As I caressed her crotch, she responded by sucking harder and quicker. I couldn't help myself; I just love getting sucked off. The sight of a pretty girl with a mouth load of dick just floors me!
This whole situation was just like Jeanne. We were in the athletic parking lot, some parents are watching their kids from their cars and some players are wandering around. Jeanne keeps sucking on my dick and playing with my balls without consideration for anyone else!. Jeanne never uses her hands, except to fondle my balls, while sucking cock; her mouth, tongue and lips are all she uses on my rod. I kept a close lookout while she went about her business but no one came near the car. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and shuddered out an orgasm. I pressed her head down as far as it could go on my dick and filled her mouth with hot jizz. Jeanne sucked up every drop. As I was cumming, I looked to Dawn at court four; it seemed as though she was looking at me, right in the eye, from all the way on the other side of the courts. I smiled at her and she smiled back.
With her head on my lap Jeanne turned, looked up at me and said, "You know what coach? I love cum! I don't understand it, but I just can't get enough. I had three guys from the team over the other night and they couldn't cum quick enough for me. I'm going to miss your fella here, big time."
She turned back to my dick, gave it a long soft kiss, sat up quickly, kind of sidled out of my car, went to her car and left the parking lot. We never did get together for a good-bye, so that was our last encounter … and it was a good one! I straightened myself out, got out of the car and headed back to the courts.
Flirting with Dawn
Dawn was scoring a pretty sad match on court four. I stood slightly behind and to the left of her. When there was a break in the action, she turned to look up at me. As she looked up, the side of her head brushed against my hip. She said nothing about Jeanne; although, I'm pretty sure she knew something went on. My body pretty much blocked anyone's view of Dawn. I asked about the match, she read off all the important facts, and asked if she had everything right.
I moved, just ever so slightly nearer to her, and said, "You got it all covered perfectly. I think you've become one of the best stats girls I've ever had work for me!"
She got a little flustered at the compliment, looked down and said, "Thanks, but I'm just doing what you taught me what to do."
I put my hand on the back of her head, turned her face to look at me and said, "I can't teach that well; it's because you're very intelligent … very pretty also."
"Coach, I'm not pretty; maybe cute, but I'm not pretty like the other girls, not like Jeanne, or Tina …"
"Says you, little girl; you're just as pretty as the rest of them, if not prettier. Besides, you're sexier than all of them."
I didn't think this little flirting would go anywhere, but then Dawn looked back at the court, leaned her head right on the front side of my right hip, inches from my crotch, and said, "I'm not as sexy as you are coach … you are the sexiest man I've ever met. I wish you would pay the same attention to me, as you do to the other girls."
I placed my hand on the side of her head and gave her a little bit of a hug. "We're both sexy then; but, I think you're one of the sexiest, hottest girls I've ever met! Would you like more attention? The same as the others? Or would you like more attention than the others?"
"More, of course; but, then again, I'm just happy being around."
"I think I may have something in mind … I'll talk to you Monday."
With that, the match ended and she gave me the stat sheets. We collected up the match gear and she headed in to the gym to call her mom for a ride. By the time Dawn came back out, all the matches were over (we won easily) and she helped with putting the equipment away.
When her mother pulled into the lot, Dawn came up to me and said, "I can't wait to hear what you want to do; I'm sure it'll be great, see you Monday!"
She walked over to the car, waved bye and left.
My plans for Friday had already changed; Jeanne was out and Dawn was in. Dawn was going to have as much special attention as she could handle, and the day will indeed be special for me.
Conspiring with Dawn
On Monday, I told Dawn to meet with me after school in my room. She showed up five minutes after the last bell and knocked on my open classroom door.
"Coach, OK if I come in?
"Come right in, and please keep the door open." (Appearances are everything!)
"Sure, no problem."
She walked into my classroom looking as cute as could be. She had on cut-off jean shorts, a long simple white t-shirt and a knitted open-front vest. As she walked to me, she shrugged her shoulders so that the vest opened up and I could plainly see she was not wearing a bra under the t-shirt. She kept her eyes downward and looked up through her eyelashes at me as she came closer.
I felt my insides start to churn with excitement as she reached my desk and stood in front of it facing me. She set her books down and leaned forward against the desk, which tightened up her shirt enough to provide a clear outline of her petite tits under the shirt.
"Dawn, you mentioned that I should pay more attention to you. I have an idea." Her eyes lit up and a big smile appeared on her face. She moved from the front of the desk to the side and leaned down a bit.
"What's up coach?! What's your idea?!"
"Our match for Friday has been cancelled and I was thinking of taking the whole day off. I thought I might go to the beach or one of the malls … maybe to lunch, some place nice. I'm really not sure yet; would you like to join me?"
"Oh yes, that would be great! But won't I get in trouble for skipping school?"
"Nah, I can take care of that. It's really a rather simple fix; so, you want to come along with me?"
"Just us, no one else, right?"
"Just us, sweetie … I'm looking forward to this. We'll talk on Thursday to make sure we're on the same page; but for now, you'll leave for the bus as usual Friday morning but meet me at the rear entrance to your apartment complex; then, we'll head out for the day."
She stood on her tiptoes and quietly clapped her hands in excitement. She gave me the kind of smile you don't ever forget.
The week dragged by but, soon enough Thursday arrived. I preset the attendance computer to read that Dawn was on a field trip Friday. She wouldn't be counted as absent. We met after school and confirmed our plans. We decided that if we went to the beach it would only be for a walk since it looked like it would be a chilly day.
Playing Hooky with Dawn
She was waiting for me, just as planned, when I drove to the apartment complex entrance at 7:00 am that Friday morning. She was wearing a sweat suit outfit and a knitted cap to ward of the morning chill. She was even cuter than usual.
We drove to the lakeshore, stopping for some pancakes on the way. At East Beach, we walked the shoreline for a mile or so until we reached the low bluffs that abut the lake. We climbed to the top and laid down in the grass to rest. Dawn cuddled under my arm and we drew each other closer. I looked down at her and she was looking up at me. Our faces were mere inches apart, and we kissed. At first, it was a very gentle meeting of the lips. She soon began to pull herself up on top of me and pressed harder into the kiss, opening my mouth with her lips. Playfully flicking her tongue, she enticed mine to join her in an oral dance. I cupped her ass with one hand and wrapped her tightly with my other arm; she was writhing on top of me and her breathing started to increase.
I broke off the kiss, looked her in the eyes and without saying a word, positioned her so we could stand and begin the hike back to the car. Halfway back she asked, "Where are we going?"
"To my place. We need some privacy, and I think I'll make you some lunch." She seemed very pleased as she looped her arm around my arm and pressed against me as we walked to the car. The drive home seemed to fly by. I pulled into the back, where we couldn't be seen, and quickly made our way inside.
I removed my jacket as she took her sweat suit and cap off. She looked a bit tussled and asked for directions to the bathroom. I headed to the slow cooker on the kitchen counter. I had set it on low earlier and now turned it to high. In about an hour we were going to have some hot soup along with the bakery bread I bought yesterday.
Dawn was standing in the doorway; she had on a pair of short white shorts, her usual t-shirt, and a button vest. "So what's for lunch, coach?"
I took a moment to look her over, thinking: 'What indeed is for lunch?' I managed to say, "In about an hour we'll be having some nice homemade chicken soup." I lifted the lid, gave the soup a stir and, before I could put the lid back on, she was next to me; she took the ladle from my hand and had a sip of the soup. She purred, "mmmm" and said that it is very good. I placed the lid back on and led her to the living room. We agreed that some music would be nice so I had her pick from the CD collection. She selected a series of smooth Jazz artists and I set the player to continuous play.
I was a bit surprised about her music choice and she explained, "One of my mom's boyfriends, who was around for a while, used to listen to all kinds of Jazz and I found I liked his music a lot, he was really cool."
I was sitting on the couch as she came over and sat next to me. As she began to sit, I took her by the arm and, instead, had her sit on my lap, straddling my legs, facing me. I asked, "So, where were we earlier when we were at the beach?"
She giggled lightly, leaned forward and said, "I believe we were just beginning to do some tongue wrestling." We picked up our kiss from where I had broken it earlier.
Dawn is quite a delightful kisser! She moved on my lap and broke away to softly kiss my face and neck. She cradled my head in her hands and then wrapped her arms around my neck; at one point, she simply placed her hands on my shoulders. I took that opportunity to remove her vest, run my hands under the back of her t-shirt and work it up and over her head. Underneath she was wearing a very sheer, light green, sports-type bra. I ran my fingers under the fabric, moved it up until it was as high as her armpits and rolled up above her delightful, half-lemon sized tits. They stood directly out from her chest like little soft cones. They are cream colored and the nipples are a brownish pink. I pulled her close and immediately took one whole breast directly into my mouth. I alternately sucked her tits and toyed with her nipples with my tongue. She arched her back and pushed her chest towards my mouth while driving her pelvis down and hard against my body.
I was wearing a very light fabric loose pants and my dick was at full attention, rubbing against her crotch as she moved around on my lap. She repositioned herself so she was riding the shaft of my dick as she kissed me. Eventually she pulled away, glanced down to our crotches, and then back up to me with a smile. She started a slow slide downward until she was kneeling on the floor between my legs. She felt me through my pants and began to run her palms up and down along my dick. I shifted myself downward, pushing myself towards her and she knew exactly what to do.
"Take it easy, coach! Let me get these pants off you and we'll see what you have here."
She undid my belt, the snap on my pants, and pulled the zipper down. She reached for the waist of my pants, gathered in my boxers as well and instructed me to lift my butt. My pants and shorts come off quickly as she deftly removed my shoes at the same time. I laid back fully exposed to the petite, blonde, fourteen-year-old girl from my fifth period math class. She took the shaft of my dick in her right hand and brought her face up alongside it. Her beautiful blue eyes were smiling at me as she began to slowly stroke my dick up and down while sliding the side of her face along it as well. I thought I was going to pop off right there: but, I somehow managed to keep control.
She leaned back a bit and put both hands on my dick and expertly delivered a hand job. I let out a soft moan and that served as a signal for her. She leaned forward, looking up at me, and said, "Coach, do you want me to suck your cock?"
I reached for her, took her head in both my hands and brought her forward to the tip of my dick. "You better believe it, Dawn. I want you to suck me dry!"
She giggled, ever so lightly, and proceeded to cover the head of my dick with her mouth. She hesitated for a second and then began to move up and down, taking a little more into her mouth with every downward suck. When she pulled up, I could feel her tongue swirling over the head of my dick and the incredible suction tightness of her warm moist mouth as she sucked downward. She used her right hand on my shaft and her left arm caressed my stomach. As she turned her head on my dick, her ass swayed between my legs. I straightened out my right leg and she mounted it as she sucked away. She rode my leg and began to emit soft moans as she dry-humped my leg. That was it for me.
Her moaning added just enough extra vibration through her mouth to bring me off. I set my hand on the back of her head and groaned that I was going to cum. Instead of letting go, she slid her mouth back until only the head of my dick was in her mouth and she then started to suckle on my dick. I exploded into her mouth in a great release. She sucked and suckled in a way that allowed her to take in, and swallow, all I could give her without missing a single drop! She used her hands to milk all of my cum out of me; sucking and licking my dick the entire time. As I began to grow soft, she found a couple of drops to coax out and deftly pick up with the tip of her tongue. Finally, she laid her head down on top of my left thigh with her left hand still holding and caressing my dick. She looked up at me and with a smile said, "So, do I pass?"
I couldn't help myself, so, I asked, "Where in the hell did you learn to do that? My God, that was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had! I thought you were a quiet, shy little girl!"
"Oh coach; you were fooled, weren't you? I'm that way around school and I want to keep it that way. I can't stand kids my age."
"You're not answering my question."
"A couple of years ago my mom had a boyfriend, the one with the music; anyway, I actually sorta liked him. Turned out he liked me more than he liked my mom. We would fool around whenever we got the chance. He convinced my mom to put me on birth control."
"Your mom knew about this?"
"No, no … he acted like a concerned boyfriend. So many of her boyfriends didn't like having me around, she thought it was great that we took to each other. He taught me about music, money, an awful lot about sex, and how I should handle myself around boys and men."
"What happened to him?"
"He's in jail for dealing coke; he'll be gone for twenty years. I miss him, but he told me to move on with my life, says he'll probably die in jail."
I was floored! I didn't know what to say. Dawn moved up on the couch and curled up next to me. "Coach, I knew what you were doing all along. I had to play you to be sure that I was right. I wanted to be where we are now, right from day one, but I had to be careful. I've watched and I can see who your girls are; no one else knows, though. Some of the other girls like you, but they wouldn't know what to do even if they came face to face with a real man's cock. They're sweet, but stupid little girls. It took a little while, but you finally understood that I was the one; that's when I decided you were ready."
I had nothing to say! I pulled her closer, held her tight, and then she said, "We're going to run out of time! Don't you think we should head to your bedroom?"
I stood, leaned over and picked her up in my arms to carry her to the bedroom. I stopped at the doorway, gave her a warm and passionate kiss and then carried her into the bedroom. I sat her on the edge of the bed and removed her bra the rest of the way. She laid back and lifted her hips for me to remove her shorts and panties. These remaining pieces of clothing slid down her legs and were disposed of quickly. I had to stop and soak in the vision, which laid in front of me. I dropped to my knees, at the edge of the bed, like a child saying his evening prayers.
I pushed my arms under her thighs and cupped her ass cheeks. I lifted and pulled her towards me. She lifted her legs and spread them so that her thighs were now resting on my shoulders. She propped herself up on her elbows as she scooted her adorable pussy closer to my face. With her ass, hips, and thighs being more developed than her upper body, her lower body was a highly erotic sight as she laid spread-legged on the bed. Dawn elicits a primal hunger in you that you may only feel a couple of times in your life! She has the most marvelous little pussy. It reflects her; it is fully-grown but still looks like a little girl's muffin. Her dark pubic hairs fold inward, lightly covering her pronounced pubic mound. Her outer lips protrude ever so slightly from her mons. They fold neatly at the top, covering her clit and then gently split apart providing the slightest view of an entry into the heaven that awaits any intruder.
I glanced up and she was smiling at me, "What's next coach? You going to give me a good tongue lashing?"
"Good lord girl!" And with that I proceeded to directly dive into that sweet little pussy. I ran my tongue up inside her outer lips and all around her opening. She purred, leaned back and lifted her snatch up to my mouth. I wedged the tip of my tongue inside of her cunt; made several short laps and then flat-tongue it up to her clit. I pointed my tongue and forced her hood back to expose her little pink love button.
She was definitely enjoying herself; she slid her left leg further over my shoulder and grabbed the back of my head with her left hand.
"Deeper coach … faster … keep going, don't slow down, faster …" She pushed harder into my face. She used her left leg to lift her hips into my face and began to move quickly up and down over my mouth. I tried to keep contact with her when she moved, when she pulled up, I drove my tongue deep into her cunt. When she dropped down, I paid attention to her clit.
This went on until I rose up and placed my knees on the edge of the bed causing her to rise as well. She was off her butt with her beautiful young pussy pointing straight up in the air. I then locked her down with my left arm around her waist and returned to eating and sucking her pussy.
Once I returned to working her clit with my tongue she began to cum. Her legs locked around my neck and she pushed up, hard into my face. She grabbed at me and was only able to get out an elongated "Coa-aaaaaah….." She loosened and then it hit again, this time she was saying the full word "Coach" but it was still elongated. She was as wet as can be and her little girl juices were all over my mouth and chin.
I released her, and shifted so that I was kneeling between her legs. Her pussy was beet red and seemed to have grown in the last few minutes. The shape of her mound created one of the most enticing pussies I have ever seen. It screamed to be filled with dick.
She looked up and said, "Coach, I want to fuck you, and I want to be on top." She rolled out from under me and turned me over to my back with my feet dangling to the floor. She took one of her legs and hooked it up and over my hips so she was straddling me. She put her left hand on my chest for balance, reached down, and grabbed hold of my rock hard dick. Slowly she slid back until she had the head of my dick rubbing up against her pussy lips. She slid her pussy along the head and gently positioned my dick at the entrance. By this time, I was in agony. The head of my dick was covered in her sweet juices and all lubed up for the journey ahead. I was tensing in the pit of my stomach as Dawn teased my dick with her pussy while glancing at me with those beautiful blue eyes through strands of blonde hair. With a smirk she asked, "Coach, do you want to fuck me?"
I couldn't take any more. I took hold of her waist and began to press her down as I pushed up with my dick. I simply said, "Right now!"
She shifted her pelvis ever so slightly so my dick ran up the front of her pussy, missing its intended target. I was about to lose it when she took me by the wrists and placed my arms up over my head. This motion put her tits right in my face. She turned slightly and placed her right nipple directly on my lips. Without thought I sucked her little tit into my mouth and released it just enough to tightly suck on her nipple. She pulled away and gave me her left tit; I repeated the suckling until she pulled away and sat straight up. She moved back until she was once again in position hovering over my dick. This time she meant business.
Dawn repositioned my dick and slowly lowered herself down. She was moist and hot. There was no hesitation; she spread her legs out, and bore down on my dick. The head was slowly enveloped by her outer lips; then, her pussy widened just enough to allow it to enter into her. Dawn kept pressing as the shaft of my dick was ever so slowly swallowed up inside her. It seemed like she was going to stop, but she didn't. Dawn kept pressing down taking more and more of me inside of her until the point that our pubic hairs were meshed together.
She pushed for more, then looked at me and said, "We're one now coach. Right now we're one person." The feeling was intense; all of my senses were on edge. Even though she had stopped pushing down, and I was fully embedded in her silky sheath, her pussy was contracting, caressing my dick.
She started to slowly rock her hips back and forth keeping me completely buried in her. She slowed, leaned forward and started to raise her ass up and down to initiate a real on top, cowgirl fucking motion. We had our eyes locked onto each other and the sensations became more intense with every rise and fall of her tight snatch. I couldn't take any more of it so I started to sit up and told her to wrap her arms around my neck. I cupped her ass with my hands and stood up with her impaled on my dick. She continued to writhe around with my dick firmly implanted in her pussy; her face buried in my neck. I turned and started to lower her back on the bed. I told her to keep hanging on with her arms and legs as I placed my right hand down on the bed. With her hanging on, I took over the fucking and, through my own motions; she began to swing under me in time with my thrusts deep into her.
Her breathing started to quicken and her eyes were glued to mine as she started once again to repeat elongated words of, "Coach, Coach, Coach."
I lowered her fully to the bed and started a solid pounding of her sweet pussy. She was hot, wet, and tight. She tried to keep up with me but I was feeling a bit of an out of body frenzy coming on. Her head was still down at my neck level and I couldn't really get a good look at her face so I rose up on my hands to look at her. I was overcome by an urge to have her from behind. I rose further, pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach.
I lifted her hips, positioned myself, and drove as deep as it would go. She let out a yelp but pushed back into me, taking me deeper. Now she could look back over her shoulder and I could see her beautiful face contort with desire and ecstasy. My pounding began to force her flat on the bed with only her rear raised up for me. I shifted my legs so they were outside of hers' and squeezed her legs together. I drove as deep as I could until I felt the wall of her cervix. She began to twitch and spasm as a series of orgasms shook her little body with tremors through her pussy and onto my dick. I felt that I was ready; I made one more thrust, contacted her cervix one more time, and then released an almost painful load directly into her. Clutching her hips, with all my might, I stayed deep, as stream after stream filled her pussy. I could feel the goo as it oozed out around my dick.
We collapsed with me still inside of her. I fell to her left side turning her on her side. I slowly started going soft while she pulled her knees up to her chest and continued to ride out multiple smaller orgasms. When I eventually slipped out of her, she let out one more quiver and then settled down. I reached around her waist and pulled her to me; we silently spooned for several minutes.
Dawn eventually glanced back at me and said she needed to go to the bathroom. She picked up her clothes on the way and, after a while, she came back to the bedroom fully clothed, with a look of happy satisfaction on her face. I was lying on my back as she sat down beside me on the edge of the bed. She placed her hand on my thigh and said, "Coach, that was great! I've never cum so many times in one day. What will I do after you're gone?"
I pulled her down for a kiss and replied, "I don't know. There's always Mr. Herbert, you'll have him for science next year, or Coach Foote, either of them would love to get to know you…"
"Oh my God! Not Coach Foote! He's already been creeping around some of us … now, maybe Mr. Herbert … but isn't he married?"
"Yep, for now, but I know for a fact that they'll be splitting this summer and a divorce is almost a sure thing. She's been cheating on him, sleeping around, and he'll be finding out about it in a couple of weeks. He'll need someone to cheer him up come next school year. He really is one hell of a good guy, you'll like him."
With a twinkle in her eye, she said, "Coach, you don't have anything to do with her sleeping around, do you?"
I replied, "Honestly, no. I've never messed with that woman. Hell, I find her repulsive at many levels." I pulled Dawn in for a kiss and added, "He deserves much better than her. You know of anyone?"
She gave me a wide smile, a punch on the shoulder, and said, "Coach, you better get moving. It's getting late and I want to get home in time for the school bus."
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