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After Mandy drove away, Honey looked at Greg, leaning naked against the freezer. His cock jutted impressively in front of his toned body. Half hard and still damp and messy from ass fucking her bestie, it curved downward from its root, thick cum dangling from its head. Greg would let his teenage lover take in his body. He could see the desire in her eyes. He naturally wanted her. What forty-year-old man didn’t desire to have such a fine young creature? What normal man his age wouldn’t ravage and devour everything she offered him? He just could not see what she desired in him. There were dozens of boys her age in their school. Hell, there were thousands of them in their city. She wanted him.Honey could see the confusion in his stare. His cock was beautiful. Long and thick, it was settling to a flaccid state, hanging over his heavy ball sack. “Wanna grab a shower?” Honey asked, “I don’t think I want Mandy’s ass juices on you when you fuck me.”Coach spat a laugh and agreed, taking her hand to help her from the freezer. They both walked to the little cinder block enclosure at the end of the shed. There was a block partition inside making it two stalls. One had a showerhead and the other was for disrobing and redressing. They had no use for the latter. There was no roof so you were basically outdoors. Greg started the water, letting it heat up and at the same time, washing the dead spiders and June bugs from the floor. They had both used the shower many times so were used to the creatures that waited. As the steam rose from the hot water, they stepped under the stream together. Honey took one of the half-empty bottles of body wash from the wall. It was a popular scent with the boys that used them. With no scrubber to use, she simply squeezed a good-sized glob into her hand and lathered up his chest, and worked his way down to his limp member. “This is the first time I’ve seen it soft,” she smiled up at him through the steam.“It’s not going to be soft very long if you keep that up,” he said about the way she was washing it with both hands.“That is kind of the idea,” she replied, squeezing his shaft and stroking it with the soap, “Do you know how beautiful your dick is, Greg?”He looked down at the teenager kneeling Kartal Escort between his legs with wonder. Young and fucking hotter than a forest fire in August, she smiled up at him. This wasn’t the first time he had cheated. Hell, it wasn’t even the fifth time. Softball moms always seemed to be horny. The ones who came to the games alone were the worst. That mom from San Diego, Torrey Pines High, “Damn,” he remembered, “That lady was a freak.”“Jennifer Cappo,” he thought to himself, “I’ll never forget her.” Tall and willowy, she was married but never brought her husband to the games. Between her and his wife, who never found out about them, he nearly died from exhaustion. They did manage a state championship nonetheless. After the championship game, he had taken the team and their parents to Porkyland Mexican Grill just a few miles from the school to celebrate. After dropping the kids and parents at the entrance, he was parking the bus when she surprised him. Just as he killed the engine, she dropped to her knees, naked, and began to suck his dick right there in the parking lot. She liked it rough. Hair pulling and choking, it didn’t matter as long as he was violent with her. Taking her by the hair, he snatched her to her feet and doubled her over the back of one of the seats, slapping the flesh of her tight ass with his open palm. Her ass turned strawberry red from the spanking that he knew she wanted, “You fucking whore,” he hissed, “I’m going to fucking ruin your pussy right here. Your husband will never want you again.”That was a night he would never forget. Then there was Beki McMahon from Mesa Arizona. Dobson High School was not one of his best achievements. Best he could manage there was District Champs. But he did it for four straight years. Beki was a school nurse. Married, of course, her husband was away a lot on business. She was warm and sweet, never into any kinky stuff, but that was fine. That lasted for five years, on and off. She just needed a man to make her feel wanted. There were others before them but Honey was his latest. She was his youngest lover by far. He had had chances with students before but had never let anything happen. This was different though. Kartal Escort Bayan Honey was special. He didn’t know what it was but when she made her advances a couple of days ago, he couldn’t resist. Maybe it was her innocence. Maybe it was her body. There was something about her that he just wouldn’t say no to. Mandy was fun but he just did that to make sure she wouldn’t burn them. She did promise, after all. Shaking his head of the thoughts that flooded his mind, he returned to the moment. His cock was still soft. His lover was now soaking wet from her head to her pretty toes. He took her hand, pulled her to her feet, and then pressed her to the block wall, kissing her like a lover, “Let’s go somewhere.”“Okay,” she agreed, “Where?”“Somewhere private. Anywhere but here.”She followed him to his truck, dripping wet and naked, their clothes in hand. He threw a towel across his driver’s seat and handed one to her. The leather seats of his truck were cool and the air conditioning had her nipples erect in moments, Where are we going?” She asked after they passed the city limits sign, heading out of town.“I have a little camp in the foothills,” he replied, “It’s just a small cabin but it’s only about twenty minutes out. That should give Mandy plenty of time with your dad.”Honey adjusted the climate control for her side of the truck. She had started to shiver. Greg reached behind the seat and retrieved a windbreaker for her. After thanking him, she covered her strong but petite body. Covered in goosebumps, she warmed herself under his jacket, glancing at his cock every few seconds, “I thought they were supposed to shrivel up in the cold.”Coach looked down at his cock laying over his balls between his legs, “It is.”“It still looks huge,” she said with a grin.“It’s going to be huge when I fuck you in a few minutes,” he answered, turning his truck off the highway onto a gravel road. “I can’t wait,” Honey affirmed, holding tightly to her armrest as the truck threw gravel and dust, speeding down the dirt road. It took only a few minutes until Greg slowed and took another turn onto an even narrower road. This was the driveway to his weekend camp. The cabin was truly small. Only Escort Kartal one bedroom, a kitchen, and living room combined, and a bathroom. Greg walked through the cabin to the back door, still naked, with Honey in tow. The small wooden plank back porch overlooked Mono Lake, just feet from the steps. Shaded by huge oaks and pines, the cabin was an incredibly romantic spot. “Wow,” Honey said, taking in the beauty, “A girl could fall in love with this.”That word sent a shiver through Greg. “Love?” He thought, “That is a scary thought.” He remembered, Olivia from Anaheim when he coached at Cypress High. Another of his softball Moms, she was by far the most beautiful woman he had ever had the opportunity to know. A former Miss California, she carried herself with class and sophistication.For all of that, Olivia was a woman with needs. He would wonder how her husband would ever think to cheat on her but then, he would have to ask himself the same question. Abby was never in a beauty contest but she very well could have. Olivia was at every game, home and on the road, it didn’t matter, she was there. Unlike some of the women who threw themselves at him over the years, she eased into it. He knew her husband was otherwise involved. It was the big news amount the other moms. She helped with concessions and clean-up after home games and was generally a great booster. There were many times after games that she stayed to help with clean-up and equipment. He knew her to be friendly and quick with a smile but never took her as a flirt. That all changed one night after what was to be a three-game series. The day had started early with a nine o’clock game that they won by four runs. There was a two-hour break afterward to let the girls rest and recharge. He was at a table, shaded by a white oak, going over his lineup for the second game when she sat on the edge of the table sipping from a Solo cup, “Good win, Coach.”“Thanks, Mrs. Bennet,” he answered, “We have a good team.”“You’ve really helped Tammy along,” She said, referring to her daughter.“She is going to be a great shortstop.” He assured her, “You want to sit down?”Without answering, she sat directly across from him, “Is that the lineup?” She asked, nodding at his clipboard.“Yes ma’am,” he answered, “Tammy is batting second.”“Call me Liv,” she smiled, “My friends do.”“Okay, Liv,” he smiled, sensing that this may be getting interesting, “I’m Greg.”“I know,” she smiled, tracing the top of her plastic cup with a finger, “All the ladies seem to be talking about you.”
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