He yanked her thighs even farther apart and forced her to sit on his face. She grabbed his curly black hair for support and began to ride his mouth like she was sitting on a saddle. She could see the enormous veins and muscles of his neck bulge as he supported her, and then he began to lift her straight up into the air!
She threw her thighs over his shoulders then, and he ran his hands up to her waist. With seemingly little effort, he began to stand up, holding her above his mouth and eating her out at the same time. She continued to hold onto his hair for support and he didn't seem to mind her yanking and pulling it.
Bobbi was going almost out of her mind. She wished she could shove his entire head up inside her.
"Well, well," a woman's voice said. "I don't remember directing you in this scene!"
Coach Orlando dropped Bobbi to the floor. He spun around and saw Miss Webster and Teddy standing in the kitchen doorway, completely nude.
"We were trying out a new act," he said, grinning.
"I have a better idea!" Bobbi said. "Why don't Teddy and I direct you two? I'm sure you could put on a good show for us, and we'll give you a little background music with our guitars."
Miss Webster smiled at Teddy. "I'm ready, Mr. DeMille!"
Chapter 6
Teddy set the scene and arranged the lighting. Everyone was feeling a little drunk now, and Coach Orlando brought out several joints of grass, which the four of them smoked while they were discussing what kind of "show" was going to be put on.
The coffee table was cleared away. Under it was a bearskin rug, which made a perfect setting for the couple to perform on. Bobbi got her movie camera. It was one of her prize possessions.
"No film in it," she explained, "But I'd sure like to watch through the viewer and see what kind of porno movie we'd get."
"I could probably be a big star in that racket," Coach Orlando said. He was obviously a man who was not modest about his physical attributes. But, as most women agreed, he had so much to brag about, what did it matter?
Bobbi and Teddy were greatly impressed with Miss Webster's body. She had always been an athletic person, and she could have passed for a teenager any day, except for the size of her breasts! And Teddy was still agog over the amount of pussy hair the woman sported. He wished he was the size of a flea, so he could have spent weeks and weeks finding his way out of that jungle!
The physical education teacher's breasts, though large, were high and firm. They hadn't started to droop at all, and did not flatten out when she was on her back. Her waist was tiny which made the flare of her lovely hips and ass even more exciting. Her buttocks were firm, too, but when touched the flesh had the quality of soft rubber. The perfectly rounded hills stood high, almost like a boy's, but the shape of her thighs put her proportions back to the womanly state immediately. Bobbi thought, with a pang of envy, that Miss Webster probably had the most perfect legs she'd ever seen.
Teddy arranged several table lamps on the floor around the playing area. With the dimmer switches on the wall, he was able to make interesting shades of illumination that he knew would give the players beautiful highlights. The twins had always had a talent for dramatic arts, in addition to their composing skills. Anything concerning putting on a show always entertained them a great deal, and tonight they felt that they were staging a masterpiece.
Coach Orlando stood, watching the teenagers arrange the setting for the little sex show, and Bobbi could hardly take her eyes off his body. He was a tall man, and his body was perfectly proportioned. He was large all over, beginning with his square face, his massive neck and shoulders and chest. His waist was small, and so were his hips, but his thighs bulged out with a rippling muscularity that seemed to highlight all of his body. His stomach was like a washboard under the furry mat of black hair, and even the calves of his legs were huge. His cock swung between his thighs like a large Italian sausage, and the balls were in proportion also, fat, large, low-hanging. When he turned around, Bobbi thought he had the most muscular back and ass she'd ever seen. He looked like some of the statues she had studied in art class. Except that he was here, in living flesh tones and real skin. Her newly-opened pussy felt a hot desire to try his cock on for size, although the young girl realized that he would probably split her in two if she let him.
"Okay," Teddy said, "the stage is set!" Miss Webster looked to Coach Orlando for instructions.
"Get on your back on the rug," he said.
The woman reclined on her back. Her dark hair flowed out on the bearskin* and her face was a mask of lust. Teddy could see glistening droplets of moisture on her vagina. He had been feeling her up while Bobbi and the coach were in the kitchen, but this was pure heat working on her crotch now. The black, hairy lips were opening, and the pink flesh inside them looked like raw meat. As her vagina got hotter, the lips got wider, and she was ready for anything at this point.
Bobbi positioned herself with the camera. In the viewer, the woman's body was a perfect picture. Then the coach walked slowly over and stood directly above her.
Bobbi moved in to get a closer view.
What a movie this would make! she thought.
Coach Orlando planted his feet on either side of the woman's waist. He stood directly over her, looking down. Neither of them were smiling. He pulled his meat back and forth for several seconds, until his thick pole began to stick straight out in the air from his belly. The coach had never had any trouble getting his prick hard, and the sight of his girlfriend on the bearskin rug had him on the verge of creaming. After eating out the twelve-year-old girl in the kitchen, he was in the mood for a little pussy that had been conditioned over the years to please men.
He squatted over her face and let his balls touch her chin.
"Lick 'em!" he half snarled down at her. Her tongue shot out and she began to lather the balls wetly with her saliva. The twins watched, fascinated. Bobbi kept zooming in for closeups and then back again for long shots. Movie-making had always been one of her pet daydreams.
The muscles of the coach's thighs had started to bulge. When he lifted himself and squatted down again, placing all of his weight on his legs, it looked like thick logs of coiled wire had been placed under the swarthy skin. He moved his balls away from her mouth and scooted forward, placing his ass directly above her face.
"Lick the hole!" he snarled. His voice had become mean, almost sadistic. But the woman didn't seem alarmed. Evidently, she was used to being talked to this way by the rugged man. Her mouth opened and she stuck her tongue straight out, making it rigid. She waited for him to make the next move, and he did. Slowly, he positioned his asshole over her tongue, and then sank slowly down, letting the little lick-stick probe wetly into his rectum.
"Owwwwwwwww!" he groaned loudly. He placed his elbows on his knees and began to bob his ass up and down. The woman under him reached up and placed her long, slender fingers on either side of his hips. She forced him to hold still, and then she brought his ass down harder while she probed more deeply inside his puckered ring, shooting her tongue past his sphincter, and licking the inside walls of his asshole.
He pulled away from her suddenly, and, bending forward, his mouth came down on hers. He kissed her for a long time, and when he pulled away, he put his mouth next to her ear and whispered: "Even my wife doesn't rim me out like you do!"
Bobbi and Teddy were shocked. They hadn't realized that Coach Orlando was a married man! Of course all married men didn't wear rings, but the coach had always seemed like such a happy-go-lucky, freedom-loving person. And he had never talked about his family life with his students. They would have been surprised to find out that he had six children!