The coach had asked her to come to pool parties at his house on many occasions. He was in a sweat to see her body in a bathing suit. He also wanted the opportunity to show off his own physique, reasoning that when she saw the way he filled out the front of his brief swim trunks, she might forget that he was many years older than her.
The third invitation worked, and when she came out of the small dressing room at the poolside, wearing a one-piece, black swimsuit, with her long red hair billowing in soft waves over her perfect little shoulders and back, he'd almost creamed up the front of his trunks. He went to work in earnest after that, and, like he always did with women, he succeeded.
Betty Arness had yanked her skirt up around her waist. She pulled her panties down around her ankles, and she presented a completely nude lower half to him. She wore stockings only on dressy occasions, and with her youth on her side, she never looked underdressed in her role as teacher and moral leader.
Coach Orlando could never get over the redness of her pussy hair. Betty was a real carrot-top, and the fine, silky hairs around her tender cunt looked like a forest fire. The lips of her vagina were so pink they had a bluish cast, and contrasted sharply with the rest of her white, white skin. The coach had always considered it a pussy that you eat first, and think about later. He crossed his office and kneeled down in front of her in his sweatshirt and gym pants. He buried his face into her red crotch, and deeply inhaled the feminine, acidy odors of her pussy as he began to probe in with his tongue.
"Uggh!" Betty Arness said, making a face. "You're so sweaty, you smell like pig!"
"Sorry, babe," he said, pulling away from her with a slurp, "we've had baseball practice for the past three hours. You know I sweat like a goat."
Betty pushed his face away from her and stood up, yanking down her skirt at the same time.
"Well, I'll come back sometime when you've had a chance to take a good, long, hot shower!" She started to walk past his kneeling form, but he reached out and grabbed one of her legs, almost pulling her off balance.
"Sit back down, cunt!" he growled. He meant business.
She was more afraid of his loud voice being overheard than of any physical violence he might do to her, but she sat back down on the chair. The coach stood up and pulled off his sweatshirt. His chest was pouring with perspiration, and the muscles were rippling under the hair. He leaned down and grabbed her hair roughly, then he yanked her nose directly into one of his armpits.
"Take a good sniff of that, cunt!"
She did what he told her to do. She had made him angry this way several times, and she knew what to expect. She inhaled the odor from his armpit until he jerked her face into the other one, and she inhaled there too.
"Now lick some of this sweat off my chest!" he snapped, dragging her mouth over to his massive pectoral muscles.
Her tongue shot out and she began to lick up the little droplets of perspiration that were pouring down his skin. When he seemed satisfied with the tongue job, he pushed her back into the chair and untied the tops of his exercise pants. He let them drop to the floor, and he stood before her in only his jockstrap.
"Lick the strap!" he barked at her. She immediately sank to the floor and bent her head into his crotch. He noticed that her right hand had crept up under her skirt, and he could see her fingers moving beneath the material.
She began by licking the jockstrap until she had completely covered the large sac of his balls, then he spun around and shoved his butt in her face.
"Lick the hole!" he barked.
She spread his asscheeks with her hands and pushed her face between them. Her tongue found his puckered hole and she began to lick it vigorously. Then he pulled away from her face, turned around and pushed his jockstrap down. His cock was half hard in front of her nose.
"Skin it back and clean it up!"
She pulled back the foreskin and brought her mouth over the huge head, licking and sucking at the same time. The cock immediately grew to its fullest size.
"Hold off, now, or you'll have me coming," he panted, yanking his meat out of her mouth. "Let's get that skirt off you now."
She stood up and stripped until only her blouse remained. She saw a slightly threatening expression in his eyes, and she quickly removed the blouse.
"That's better," he said, when she was completely naked. "Now, you snot-nosed little cunt, don't ever pull that high and mighty shit on me again, you hear?"
"Y-yes," she said, meekly. Sometimes he could make her cry.
He pushed her to her knees in front of him again.
"Play with it. Hold it in your hand. Hold onto your man."
She reached out and slid her hand down the hard shaft.
"Bails, too!"
She cupped his nuts, and caressed them lovingly.
"You like to feel your big man?" he asked.
"Oh, yes!" she whispered. "He feels so good, I could just die! I love him so much!"
"How much do you love him?"
"With all my heart!"
"Enough to sell your ass to any dirty bum who wanted it?"
"Y-yes, I'd even do that for him!"
He seemed satisfied with his humiliation of her then.
"Okay, get down on the floor. On your back. Shit, I don't care if the floor's dirty, cunt!"
She did as he told her to. When she was on her back he came straight down and shoved his cock into her brutally, with no warning and no preparation. She cried out from the pain, but he clapped his hand over her mouth so they wouldn't be overheard. Then he began to hammer his hips, forcing her to take his meat quick and hard and deep.
In a moment, she was moaning and churning her pelvis to the rhythm of his fucking. She grabbed his asscheeks and dug her fingers in, making small dents in the muscular flesh. Her moans came through his fingers, and he realized that if she got any louder he might have to slap her to quiet her down. He knew Betty when she got this way, and she was capable of losing her mind, doing and saying all kinds of crazy things. She was building to a massive orgasm, and he could no more control her than he could control himself. His sperm was racing around now, ready to boil up and over. He felt a tickling in his balls, like little pin pricks.
"Uuuooowwwww!" she groaned, loud enough to shatter glass.
He buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder to stifle his own cries and he began to shoot in long, agonizing spurts.
She had fantastically intense orgasms, and he was always amazed at the way her pussy was able to grip him when she came. Most pussies were so stretched by his size that they lost their muscle control, but Betty Arness had amazing powers.
He waited until she quieted down, then he lifted her to her feet and brushed her off.
"You really didn't get dirty. The floor was just cleaned."
She laughed, and got dressed.
"Owww," she said, "I'd better make a trip to the John. You're coming back out of me."
He stopped her at the door.
"Okay, now, don't forget your part of the bargain. You said you'd come to the party if I gave you a good fucking this morning, right?"
"You conceited bastard!" she almost spat at him. Then her smile returned. "Yes, I agree to my part of the bargain!"
Margaret Webster was through with the rehearsal for the day. She was glad, because the twins were proving to be more and more distracting to her. Sometimes she forgot which scene she was directing. She locked her office door and lowered the shade over the window that faced the main driveway and parking lot.
Reef Waldrep sat in her chair at her desk. He was almost the most beautiful man Margaret had ever known, except that she had somehow been shy about making advances towards him. He seemed friendly and open enough with her, but she guessed that he was on the shy side himself. She liked the way his tweed suit complimented his light brown, unruly mop of hair, and his long face with the chiseled features, the attractive little moustache…