The Adventures of a Rugby Coach
Copyright© 2021 by Zak
Chapter 34
True Sex Story: Chapter 34 - 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
I worked her teats with my tongue and lips. They grew harder and harder as I worked on them. At the same time, I slipped my right hand down over her stomach until I was stroking her pussy. I switched from left tit to right tit at the same time as I slipped two fingers into her very wet love tunnel. She was wet and hot, and full of my cum.
She gasped as my fingers entered her; I ran them around, stroking the soft pink flesh of her inner pussy.
“Oh, that feels good, toys do a job, but there is nothing like the real thing”, Alison sighed.
I pressed my face into the firm flesh of her tits, I buried my face in her cleavage, all the time she was stroking the back of my head as she moaned and groaned.
I ran the tips of my teeth over the tips of her nipples, making her groan out loud.
“I love that ... fuck yes...!” She growled.
I lifted her tits and fondled them, I mauled them, I caressed them. I massaged them. They felt so firm; they were not the biggest I had ever had the pleasure to play with, but they were still top quality. They were full and firm.
By now, I was jackhammering my digits into her cunt, and she was loving it. I soon had my thumb on her love button. That made her purr.
I kept finger fucking her as I sucked and kissed her tits.
I started to kiss down over the stomach, and she went quiet for a second or two.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I stopped my descent toward her pleasure pot.
“I was going to give your pussy some tongue action”. I said and returned to kissing her stomach.
“Are you sure you have just cum in me?” she said, and I sensed some tension in her voice.
“Well, I don’t mind if you don’t?” I asked. I know some guys don’t like the taste of their own cum, but it has never worried me, to be fair.
“My Ex ... he never liked to do it; he did it like three or four times during our ten-year relationship”.
“What eat you after he has cum in you?” I asked.
“No ... he only gave me oral sex three or four times,” She said.
The tension turned to sadness, and I was worried she might burst into tears.
I was torn. Did I continue or did I stop?
“I am happy to stop if you are worried about it,” I said and waited for her to reply. It was obvious she was thinking about it.
“I want it, I want you to give me oral, but I don’t want you to be grossed out”, she sighed.
I took the bull by the horns. I pulled my fingers from her twat and buried my head between her legs.
I licked up and down the crease of her pussy, and I kissed her lust-thickened labia. I could smell her excitement. It was so erotic.
I used my fingers to open her petals and ran the tip of my tongue up and down her fleshy pussy.
“Oh fuck ... Oh Fuck ... OH Fuck”, Alison groaned.
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I started to circle her love button with the tip of my tongue before, as I worked my tongue around her clit, I slipped two fingers back into her and started to slowly but firmly finger fuck her.
“Oh, Shit ... Zak, that’s fucking amazing!” Alison moaned.
I kept up my assault on her clit for a few more minutes before swapping my tongue back to her pussy.
I ran my tongue over her slit, licking at her luscious, thick outer lips, occasionally nibbling at them. I could feel the heat of her passion on my face. I moved my mouth over her and French kissed that tasty pussy, darting my tongue in and out, savouring the tangy taste.
“Oh, Zak ... I can’t tell you how good that feels!” she growled.
I lapped up and down her slit, up and down with slow strokes of my tongue. Savouring the taste of her sex, savouring the taste of her excitement. All the time, she was letting out little sighs, little whimpers, little moans of pleasure. I took my time, loving the taste, loving the power I had over her when I was eating her cunt.
As I ate her, I applied the pad of my index finger to her clit and started to frig her off. I ran my finger in circles, massaging her clit hard and fast.
“Oh, you are a fucking machine!” she growled.
I kept working on her pussy, licking, kissing, and sucking. Her juices were flowing freely now, and my face was covered with her excitement.
“I am going to cum, Zak ... make me cum ... oh, fuck yes”, she groaned.
I increased the pressure on her clit and the speed of my tongue in her pussy.
“Ahhhhh Fuck...” she cried, and the grip of her hands on my head became more powerful.
Ten seconds later, I felt her go stiff and then go fluid as her climax washed over her. I kept eating her pussy and frigging her clit until her hands pushed me away.
“Oh, sorry ... too sensitive ... far too sensitive”, she giggled.
I rocked back onto my haunches and smiled down at the lady who was in the throes of her orgasm. The ecstasy was written all over her face. Her hands were gripping the duvet cover as wave after wave of pleasure and passion washed over her.
I sat for a few seconds and watched her smile, her eyes...
Ten minutes later, I was beside her, and we lay arm in arm. She told me about her life, why she had become a teacher, about meeting her ex-husband at university, and how they had married, only to have the marriage break down.
I held her as she cried, tears streaked her face. I felt her shudder when she told me about her husband and his affairs, his lack of passion in the marriage and his use of hookers.
I got up and made us both cups of tea. We sat and chatted about life, school and sex.
I held her tight and covered her with the duvet when she fell asleep three hours later.
I woke as the sun shone in the window. I felt Alison move and watched as she covered her beautiful naked body with a robe. I heard her fill the kettle and then heard it boiling. She used the toilet; I heard it flushing, and then I heard her in the living room as she made coffee.
I sat up in bed, and she smiled at me as she put my coffee on the bedside table.
“Hey, gorgeous”, I said.
“Hey, handsome”, she replied and got into bed.
I sipped some of the coffee.
“I am sorry about last night,” she said.
“Sorry?” I asked, “Sorry about what?”
“When we lay together and I told you about my life, I should not have told you all that”. She said, and her face told me she was upset.
“Look, we all need to unload at times, and I was more than happy to be the one you unloaded on”.
“But it ruined the evening”, she replied.
“It didn’t, we made love and then as we lay back, you told me about your life,” I said, taking her hand in mine. She turned to me and smiled weakly.
“And it didn’t put you off me?” she asked.
“No, why would it?” I asked.
“That my ex found me so repulsive, so crap at sex that he paid for it?” she said, and I heard her voice crack as she said it.
“That’s crap, we made love and we will make love again, your Ex was a cunt, a stupid cunt and his loss is my gain,” I said.
“You’re just saying that...” she started to say, but I cut her off.
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