The Adventures of a Rugby Coach
Copyright© 2021 by Zak
Chapter 26
True Sex Story: Chapter 26 - After several years of professional Rugby, I took up coaching and I have never had so much fun.
Caution: This True Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa BiSexual School Sports Workplace Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Analingus Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Spitting Tit-Fucking BBW Big Breasts
We lay side by side, looking at the ceiling, our laboured breathing bounced off the walls. It was Isabella who broke the silence.
“Wow, that was worth the wait, Zak”, she whispered, “I saw you the first day you arrived, and I have fancied you ever since that day.”
As she talked, Isabella’s fingers touched my naked chest, and she began tracing little circles with them. Her fingers traced circles around my nipples.
“That’s some compliment “, I replied and took her hand in mine.
She knelt up and kissed me gently, her lips moulded into mine, and our tongues flicked against one another. Her hand stroked down over my chest and down over my stomach. She soon had my cock in her hand and was stroking it gently but firmly.
Her grip was firm but nice, and she wanked me slowly, taking her time. She had a great technique.
“If you keep doing that, I might just cum all over your hand”, I giggled. The pleasure that was emanating from my groin was terrific, my heart was racing, and my nerve endings were jingling.
“Would you like to cum all over my hand?” She asked before dipping her head and covering my chest in a flurry of kisses, kisses that ended with her licking my nipples.
“If you want to cum all over my hand, you can!” She giggled.
Her fingers slid up and down my throbbing dick.
“Or would you like to cum over my boobs?” she purred.
As the tip of her tongue ran in circles around my bell end, her fingers were tracing patterns over the tight skin of my ball bag.
She was deliberate, she was delicate, she was determined ... her tongue ran up and down the length of my throbbing cock from its tip to the base. I lay back looking at the ceiling as Isabella worked on my cock and balls.
I felt her lips kissing up my length until she reached my cocks helmet before she sucked on it like someone might suck on an ice lolly. I could feel her tongue flick at its slit.
She was purring like a content cat as she worked her lips and tongue over my groin. The feeling of her working on my genitals was driving me wild.
Her lips left my cock, and her fingers wrapped around my cocks’ shaft, beginning to stroke it up and down. As she reached its head, she gave her hand a little twist, which was bloody lovely.
“Zak...” she said, there was a catch in her voice,
“Yes, Isabella,” I said, shifting my gaze from the ceiling down to her face.
“I am sorry, but I don’t really like the cum in my mouth,” she said, almost apologetically.
“Hey, that’s cool,” I said. To be fair, yes, it was nice to cum in a bird’s mouth; it was not the end of the world if she did not like it. I was never one to do stuff that made a lady feel used or feel uncomfortable.
“I like it over my boobs and over my ass,” she said with another apologetic smile, “but not on my face or in my mouth.”
“Hey, really, it is cool”, and reached down to stroke the back of her head.
“Oh, and I don’t do anal sex,” she said.
“That’s cool, nor do I”, I replied, truthfully, as it was just not my thing. I love licking a sexy arsehole and love having mine licked, but I had never been into full-on anal.
“So, what is your thing, what really does it for you, what is the phrase your English guys use?” she asked as she ideally stroked my cock.” What floats your boat?”
“Well, I do love to give oral, that’s my real love,” I said as my hand stroked her hair.
“Wow, well that’s something I can live with, my ex used to find it a chore, and when he did it for me, he would not spend more than five minutes down there.” Issabel sighed.
“He sounds like a keeper,” I said with a wink.
“Yeah, I told him at the start of our relationship that I don’t like anal sex, but he was always trying to get me to try it,” she said, and there was a sadness in her voice, a sadness that was also visible on her face.
“So, when did you and he split up?” I asked.
“Oh, about five years ago,” she said, her fingers still massaging my cock.
“And there has been no one since”, I inquired. My breathing was getting deeper, and the pleasure was building up inside me. Her fingers were squeezing, stroking, massaging...
“Well, yes ... yes, there has been, “she said, and she looked up and at me, “Please don’t think bad of me, but I have a little secret.”
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