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Tracy kissed her lips and leaned back.
"I think I'll just have to wait until the new swim team
roster... cums... out." The coach was already rubbing her crotch as she
got up to leave, looking as depressed as a guy sent home from an
evening of petting with his girlfriend.
After a few moments, Tracy turned around and walked toward
Brian, her breasts bouncing slightly, her nipples still erect and a
horny smile still on her lips.
"I think you should come home with me, Brian. I need some help
around the house." She smiled as she ran her hands up and down his
body.
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Brian watched as she eventually got hot enough to forget him
and she started moaning. The coach was stroking her legs as she licked
Tracy's cunt. It didn't take long before Tracy began to cry out in
orgasm, her legs opening and closing around her lover's head.
As the two women cooled down, Brian snuck to the far side of
the locker room and watched from around another row of lockers.
Tracy sat up and they embraced intimately, kissing each other,
sharing Tracy's pussy juices. The coach leaned back.
"Will you kiss me now?" She certainly didn't seem like the one
in control of the situation.
This shocked and intrigued him. He waited until the swimmers
and the coach had all gone to the locker room and he looked around. The
pool room was deserted. He could see the coach in her office, pacing a
bit, shuffling papers in no particular order. Brian decided that he
could survive missing an hour at the Stats office, so he sat there.
After about 15 minutes, the coach left her office to head into
the locker room. Brian tucked his books and jacket into a shadowy
corner of the bleachers and snuck down to the women's locker room
door.
It is do or die for the Badger, can she upset the bigger, stronger Tsunami?
The swimming coach walked out right then and called the
practice to order. She was probably about 35 years old and was giving
nothing away about her figure in her loose sweats.
Brian watched the practice and enjoyed the lithe forms knifing
through the water. When it started to wrap up, he realized that he was
15 minutes late to the Stats office. He started to gather his books,
and watched the women exit the pool. The coach called Tracy over as the
rest were leaving.
Brian couldn't hear what was said, but the length of time that
the coach's hand laid on Tracy's firm ass was unmistakeable. Tracy
seemed to nod and walked towards the locker room.
DTracy was beautiful. She walked like a lioness, her long legs
gliding through the air with visible power. Brian felt his crotch start
to wake up when she turned away from him and adjusted the back of her
one-piece bathing suit. Brian wished he could slip a finger under that
lycra.
She started joking with some of the swimmers already in the
water about how cold it was, and, of course, one flipped her with
water. She sucked in her breath when the water caught her in the
chest. Brian almost groaned as he saw her nipples harden instantly and
poke at the material. Tracy was embarrassed and folded her arms in front
of her and walked away casually, hoping no one would notice.
"Brian, could you show me how to get to the athletic hall from
here, I've got a practice with the Swim Team in half an hour." Brian
thanked the Lord and promised not to screw up again.
They walked and talked across the spring-warmed campus. Tracy
was a Computer Science student in her fourth year, and was trying to
make the cut on the swim-team. She was rooming off campus with Emily, a
very close friend. Brian tried to charm her with wit and didn't do too
badly. He dropped her off at the athletic hall and then snuck in to
watch the practice.
Brian waited for about 20 minutes before some of the women
began to come out for warm-ups. He hadn't realized what nice figures
swimming could give to a woman. Then he spotted Tracy. She was grouped
with a couple others and they appeared to be the ones hoping to try out
for the team.
"Sure, no problem." He moved out of the seat and waited for her
to sit down. Then he took the seat next to her.
"I've never seen you in the statistics department. Are you new
to the university?" She smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I just transferred last month. I'm Tracy." Brian returned
the introduction.
"And if you need any help navigating this campus, just let me
know. I work a couple hours a week in the Statistics & Math Office.
Brian's effort was cut short by the start of class and neither
one of them had the chance to chit-chat during the lecture. Brian left
her with a see-you-tomorrow and kicked himself as she smiled and walked
down the hall. With these things, sometimes you had to strike while the
iron was hot and he had just dropped it sooner than he wanted to. That
is until she tapped him on the shoulder.
"Oooh, darn, I was hoping to get the wall seat. Could we
switch?" Brian looked up and drank in the person addressing him. He had
never seen her before and he knew he would have remembered someone that
pretty.
She was tall, close Brian's 5'10", and slender. She wore a
Swimming Team sweatshirt that explained her well toned legs and defined
her breasts to be large enough to get Brian's fingers itching. Her hair
was light brown and her eyes a pale green. A little makeup for the
proper illusions and Brian felt like he was looking at a goddess.
Statistics does train the mind to think well, and Brian was
able to absorb all those thoughts without staring gape-mouthed at her.
Brian walked into his fifth Statistics class in three years and
looked around for the best seat for that semester. Not many people were
there, but he took a moment to say Hi to the ones he knew.
Middle left was the best seat. Not in the front, center of
attention, not in the back with greater chances to snooze, and not
right by the windows, with annoying sunlight and cold drafts.
He started to put his books down on a table when he was
interrupted by a delightfully feminine voice.
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Connie arched to allow me better access to her throbbing cunt and I lunged
into it licking, chewing and sucking like I'd never be satisfied. I didn't
know it could be this pleasurable, the taste and feel of another woman's body,
so I sucked her harder and harder, finally bringing that pussy off to a creamy
climax.
In the hours that followed, Connie made love to me and showed me another
whole side of my sexual self. No longer would I be strictly a man's woman,
I remember thinking to myself, and that's how it is to this day.
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Pushing her back and pulling her legs wide apart, I began to feed hungrily at
her pink gash. I'd never eaten pussy before, but I loved it, especially the
way her excitement drooled out to cover my nose. Her clit was marvelously
meaty and I chewed it gently between my teeth all the while fingering her
juicing hole.
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I opened my legs wider in response and felt her finger creep under the elastic
band on my panties. She probed about carefully at first, getting the lay of
my moist cunt, and then she stuffed her fingers deep in my wet hole.
She kept fingering me until our lips met across one another's and we fell into
a hot embrace on the couch. I never felt so inflamed and hot before and
suddenly I wanted to eat her!
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I didn't protest and asked, "Does it always feel this good when he does it to
you?"
"Oh, yes," she responded, "He always does it to me in public knowing quite
well the kick I get out of it."
"It sure feels nice when you do it to me."
"Does it?" she asked, her hand under my skirt now and creeping up my thighs
reaching for my panties.
I felt tremors rolling up from my pussy, "What are you doing?" I asked huskily.
"Do you mind?"
Five years ago, I was carrying my groceries to the car in the parking lot when
I crashed into another woman loaded down with the same. We both started to
apologize, then shrieked with delight and embraced.
Connie had been my best friend. We grew up together and had known each other
for nearly twenty years, even though we'd sort of lost touch a couple of years
back. We went to high school together and even lost our cherries to the same
guy! Boy, those were the days.
She and her husband had moved just a few blocks from where my husband, Eddie,
and I lived, so I followed her back to their place. She got out a bottle of
Harvey's Bristol Cream to celebrate, and soon we were sitting on the settee,
drinking and giggling, carrying on just like it used to be.
Suddenly, Connie leaned forward and asked, "Is Eddie any good, you know, in
bed? I mean, do you have an orgasm when you fuck?"
It wasn't like Connie to be so bold, but I answered her anyway."Sure," I said,
"most times. How about you and Frank?"
"Oh," gushed Connie, "Frank is a
sex maniac and wants it all the time. "She giggled. "Do you want to know
what he does?"
"Sure."
"He does this," she continued and put her hand to my lap, pressing into my
pubes. I felt her finger rubbling my slit through my skirt and both of us
burst out laughing. She continued her demonstration of Frank's tactics by
squeezing my now swelling pussy lips.
"I love you," she whispered, barely able to talk. "I can't tell you how
fantastic that was. I think every girl should be gang-banged like that at
least once in her life."
"I can feel you're full of cum. Do you still think you'll be empty?"
She grinned. "No, I doubt if I'll ever drain all that out. There's
still room for more. I want your cum too, Jeremy."
We kissed again as we fucked slow and easy. I could feel her insides
were slippery, lubricated beyond belief by all the cum deposited in her. I
responded to her urging hands and legs and picked up the tempo. I felt her
pussy contract as she had another orgasm, and the silky feel inside her made
me want to fuck her harder. Her hands reached down and held my hips, and
I started making faster strokes, going deeper and harder, bringing her back
to the pace set by the others. She responded, spreading her legs wider and
giving me free access to her innermost body. I lifted myself off of her,
leaving my thrusting cock as the only point of contact between us. I could
feel her start to shake, and actually felt her pussy start to suck on my
cock. I exploded in her with force, and felt my jism drive out the cum
inside as it filled her deepest cavity. I came for almost a whole minute,
burst after burst traveling up the shaft to spew out into her. She arched
her back, lifting her pussy up to 'suck' the cum out of me.
I didn't take my turn right away but stood for a moment looking down at
my wife. She was covered with sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead.
Her pussy was twitching like it was still being fucked, and she continued
to make mewing sounds. I slowly got in bed with her and began to kiss her
gently, working my way slowly up her body. The others recognized the change
of pace and quietly filed out of the room, leaving me alone with Debbie. As
I cleaned her tits with my tongue, Debbie brought her hands up to caress the
hair on my head. I looked up and saw her eyes were open for the first time
since John had driven her into semi-unconcienseness. I slid farther up on
her and covered her with my body. She guided me into her, and then wrapped
herself around me and held me tight. I started a slow, gentle rhythm of
love, different from the violent pounding she had experienced from the others.
She kissed me tenderly, her tongue probing softly for mine.