Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Subject: Dolan's Diaries - A Day Off With Dawn Story Codes: M/f, M/f, ped Author: Micky Dolan <UncleMicky1984@mail2world.com> To read as "web" or select other stories go to: /~Micky_Dolan/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------- !!!WARNING!!!! This file contains sexually explicit material which may include graphic depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as incest, adultery, and sodomy. It is distributed on a website clearly identified as "For Adults Only". Possession by a minor is strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in possession of such material, do not read it and delete it immediately. This work is copyrighted 2014 to the author. (Many thanks to my colleague Phil Gorman for his proofing and editorial assistance) A Day Off With Dawn I was in my last year of teaching in Ohio before moving to Florida. Everybody knew of my plan and it made for a different sort of year. I coached football and wrestling but at an assistant level in order to assist with the transitions for the new head coaches. I truly enjoyed the less stressful seasons. I had visits with some of my former students; some of whom I shared a "special" bond with. Half way through the wrestling season, the principal cornered me and asked for a favor. The boy's tennis coach was going to be fired and he needed someone to fill in for the season. I played some tennis, and had a friend who competed at the college level: so, I figured what the hell and took the assignment. That year I was also assigned ninth grade classes, due to my impending departure. I wasn't too excited about this until my fifth period class entered my life. There was one fourteen-year old girl in the class who played an important role in my life that year. This story will concern that girl: Dawn. Dawn is a little less than five feet tall and very petite. She has short blonde hair that is sort of feathered in a way, and it appears to be kind of unkempt, but has a cool look to it. Her eyes are a pretty blue and her lashes are thick and dark. Her eyes have a twinkle to them that lights up her face when she smiles. Her nose is cute and perfectly proportioned. Her mouth is a bit wide for her face, when she smiles, it takes over and her whole face smiles. One buddy of mine would call it a `blowjob mouth.' She is short and petite; you can barely make out the bumps where her breasts are and, because of that you know she will be a less endowed woman. Her stomach is flat and her hips have proper development for a fourteen-year-old girl. Her ass is just slightly larger than it should be, but that only adds curves to a body in need of a more womanly look. It is as if she is fully developed from the waist down while her upper half is still that of a developing girl. She has a way of looking up at you, in a shy way, that is entirely too erotic for what she intends the look to be; at least I think it is unintended. Sometimes, when she speaks or smiles, her lower lip will curl down just the tiniest bit, and it is oh so enticing an expression. Her voice is soft and sweet. You can readily detect the little girl in her when she speaks. I assume she is still unsure about her emerging womanhood. I learned during the year she was the only child of a single mother. I met her mother a couple of times during the year, and Dawn had asked me if I "liked" her mother. Her mom was very much what I would call a "road whore" and had very little going for her. I could see the streets in her face and I knew she had been, and could be, trouble. The only good thing she likely has ever done, or would ever do in her life, was have a daughter who might have a chance to lead the good life. Dawn asked me for advice one day, concerning her mother, and I managed to lead the conversation around so that Dawn understood that our relationship was special and would be something her mother would never understand or accept. I explained to Dawn that her mother was likely going to start being jealous of her youth, looks, and intelligence. I led Dawn to realize that if her mother found out about us talking, she would likely be pulled out of school and my reputation smeared. I know that how I treated Dawn that year was, in fact, "grooming." If she ever needed anything, I would try to help: sometimes it was just lunch money, or a meal before a match. I remembered her birthday and made her fell special on that day. Hell, I was a soft touch for all the girls; but I always covered my lust. I have always believed that, in the art of seduction, you should leave the door open and inviting for a young girl to walk through, but never attempt to pull her through. I became the male figure in Dawn's life and was loved by her for it. I had recruited several of my wrestling "managers" to help with tennis, but only a few of them had the time. Along with Dawn, three older girls agreed to help; one of them, Jeanne, was very good at making sure this coach was relaxed and on his game. During a match, each girl was assigned a court to record the game statistics and keep track of the score. I would move from court to court and help each player as best I could. We had a pretty good season going and everyone was enjoying themselves. The guys on the team were quite pleased that the new coach brought four pretty girls to each match, especially since no one, other than the occasional parent, would show up. ----------------------------------------------------------------- It is our second to last match of the season the weather is unseasonably cold and windy. Not bad enough to cancel the match, but bad enough to make it an uncomfortable day. I move from court to court and the boys are doing well. My number one player is making mince meat of his opponent and has started to toy with the kid, as is his wont; he's a bit more than an asshole. I pull him over and tell him that as soon as he finishes the kid off, he can head home. I watch the rest of the match from my car and it is over very quickly. Jeanne, the senior stats girl, who has been scoring his match, comes over to the car and slides into the passenger side and gives me the paperwork for the match. Jeanne is about five foot four, carries a few extra pounds of weight, but has a killer body. She has large, firm tits and a curvaceous, buxom body. Her curves are proportionate to her height and body size. She would be classified as a "soft-body" and good lord, she is soft and cuddly. She has long, curly black hair framing a face that is somewhat weird looking, but extraordinarily cute in its own way. She speaks in a manner that conveys a soft innocence, which makes her all the more attractive. Without a doubt, her greatest characteristics are her full red lips and the fact that she is a nymphomaniac. I first had her in the drafting room after school when she was in tenth grade. She hands me the statistic sheets, slides over closer, and complains of how cold it is. I put my arm around her shoulders, pull her close and say, "Here, cuddle up a bit and I'm sure we can warm you up." She giggles, looked up at me and asks, "Are you really going to leave? You know, go to Florida?" "Yep, no doubt about it, everything is arranged. I have the job, a place to live, some side work already arranged for extra money ... everything is set." "Are you going to miss me?" "Of course I will! But you're graduating this year and heading off to school in Pennsylvania; I would miss you even if I was staying here." "Are we going to have a chance to really say goodbye?" She slides down a bit so that her head is resting on my chest. She starts to run her right hand up and down my thigh. I reply, "I was hoping we could get together. We still have a few weeks, I'm sure we can figure something out, maybe something special." Earlier that day I was informed that our last match of the season, next Friday, had been cancelled. We would have no matches until the district tournament in two weeks. I began to consider doing something with Jeanne that Friday but decided to hold off on telling her. As her head slides lower down my chest, she shifts her legs up on the seat so she is almost lying down. She asks, "I would like that a lot. You know what I like most about you coach?" "No, tell me what you like about me?" Jeanne now has her hand right up into my crotch caressing my balls through the material. "You know all about me, you know what I can be like, yet you always treat me nice ... as if I'm a regular girl at school but then you give me that extra little smile that just makes me tingle ... does that make sense? You make me feel normal, you don't judge me and then you make me feel special." I lift my butt up enough so she can undo my pant's button and zipper. She adjusts my clothing so she can scoop my dick and balls out of my britches. "It's easy to treat you special, Jeanne ... but, now I think it's time you made me feel special." "Coach ..." is all she says as she slides her warm mouth over the head of my dick. I pull her hair out of the way and lean back to enjoy her mouth. Jeanne is one of the best blowjob artists I've ever put my dick in! She has an eagerness and love for cock that shines through in the way she sucks; the way she moves her head, the way her body puts some "English" on her efforts and even in the way she moans all demonstrates her pleasure in giving pleasure. I know she gets wet just by sucking a dick; so, I reach down to her ass and cup my hand on her crotch to massage her pussy. Jeanne is such a sexual animal that she can have an orgasm just from heavy kissing and being felt up a little bit! She turns, ever so slightly to glance sideways up at me, which affords me the opportunity to watch her full red lips slide up and down on my dick. As I caress her crotch, she responds by sucking harder and quicker. I can't help myself; I just love getting sucked off. The sight of a pretty girl with a mouth load of dick just floors me! This whole situation is just like Jeanne. We are in the athletic parking lot, some parents are watching their kids from their cars and some players are wandering around. Jeanne keeps sucking on my dick and playing with my balls. Jeanne never uses her hands, except to fondle my balls, while sucking cock; her mouth, tongue and lips are all she uses on my rod. I keep a close lookout while she goes about her business but no one comes near the car. Eventually, I can't take it anymore and shudder out an orgasm. I press her head down as far as it can go on my dick and fill her mouth with hot jizz. Jeanne sucks up every drop. As I am cumming, I look to Dawn at court four; it seems as though she is looking at me, right in the eye, from all the way on the other side of the courts. I smile at her and she smiles back. With her head on my lap Jeanne turns, looks up at me and says, "You know what coach? I love cum! I don't understand it, but I just can't get enough. I had three guys from the team over the other night and they couldn't cum quick enough for me. I'm going to miss your fella here, big time." She turns back to my dick, gives it a long soft kiss, sits up quickly, kind of sidles out of my car, goes to her car and leaves the parking lot. We never do get together for a good-bye, so this was our last encounter, and it was a good one. I straighten myself out, get out of the car and head back to the courts. Dawn is scoring a pretty sad match on court four. I stand slightly behind and to the left of her. When there is a break in the action, she turns to look up at me. As she looks up, the side of her head brushes against my hip. She says nothing about Jeanne; although, I'm pretty sure she knows something went on. My body pretty much blocks anyone's view of Dawn. I ask about the match, she reads off all the important facts, and asks if she has everything right. I move, just ever so slightly nearer to her, and say, "You got it all covered perfectly. I think you've become one of the best stats girls I've ever had work for me!" She gets a little flustered at the compliment, looks down and says, "Thanks, but I'm just doing what you taught me what to do." I put my hand on the back of her head, turn her face to look at me and say, "I can't teach that well; it's because you're very intelligent ... very pretty also." "Coach, I'm not pretty; maybe cute, but I'm not pretty like the other girls, not like Jeanne, or Tina ..." "Says you, little girl; you're just as pretty as the rest of them, if not prettier. Besides, you're sexier than all of them." I didn't think this little flirting would go anywhere, but then Dawn looks back at the court, leans her head right on the front side of my right hip, inches from my crotch, and says, "I'm not as sexy as you are coach ... you are the sexiest man I've ever met. I wish you would pay the same attention to me, as you do to the other girls." I place my hand on the side of her head and give her a little bit of a hug. "We're both sexy then; but, I think you're one of the sexiest, hottest girls I've ever met! Would you like more attention? The same as the others? Or would you like more attention than the others?" "More, of course; but, then again, I'm just happy being around." "I think I may have something in mind ... I'll talk to you Monday." With that, the match ends and she gives me the stat sheets. We collect up the match gear and she heads in to the gym to call her mom for a ride. By the time Dawn comes back out, all the matches are over (we win easily) and she helps with putting the equipment away. When her mother pulls into the lot, Dawn comes up to me and says, "I can't wait to hear what you want to do; I'm sure it'll be great, see you Monday!" She walks over to the car, waves bye and leaves. My plans for Friday have already changed; Jeanne is out and Dawn is in. Dawn is going to have as much special attention as she can handle, and the day will indeed be special for me. On Monday, I tell Dawn to meet with me after school in my room. She shows up five minutes after the last bell and knocks on my open classroom door. "Coach, OK if I come in? "Come right in, and please keep the door open." "Sure, no problem." She walks into my classroom looking as cute as could be. She has on cut-off jean shorts, a long simple white t-shirt and a knitted open-front vest. As she walks to me, she shrugs her shoulders so that the vest opens up and I can plainly see she is not wearing a bra under the t-shirt. She keeps her eyes downward and looks up through her eyelashes at me as she comes closer. I feel my insides start to churn with excitement as she reaches my desk and stands in front of it facing me. She sets her books down and leans forward against the desk, which tightens up her shirt enough to provide a clear outline of her petite tits under the shirt. "Dawn, you mentioned that I should pay more attention to you. I have an idea." Her eyes light up and a big smile appears on her face. She moves from the front of the desk to the side and leans down a bit. "What's up coach?! What's your idea?!" "Our match for Friday has been cancelled and I was thinking of taking the whole day off. I thought I might go to the beach or one of the malls ... maybe to lunch, some place nice. I'm really not sure yet; would you like to join me?" "Oh yes, that would be great! But won't I get in trouble for skipping school?" "Nah, I can take care of that. It's really a rather simple fix; so, you want to come along with me?" "Just us, no one else, right?" "Just us, sweetie ... I'm looking forward to this. We'll talk on Thursday to make sure we`re on the same page; but for now, you'll leave for the bus as usual Friday morning but meet me at the rear entrance to your apartment complex; then, we'll head out for the day." She stands on her tiptoes and quietly claps her hands in excitement. She gives me the kind of smile you don't ever forget. The week drags by but, soon enough Thursday does arrive. I preset the attendance computer to read that Dawn is on a field trip Friday. She won't be counted as absent. We meet after school and confirm our plans. We decide that if we go to the beach it will only be for a walk, since it looks like it will be a chilly day. She is waiting for me, just as planned, when I drive to the apartment complex entrance at 7:00 am that Friday morning. She is wearing a sweat suit outfit and a knitted cap to ward of the morning chill. She is even cuter than usual. We drive to the lake shore, stopping for some pancakes on the way. At East Beach, we walk the shoreline for a mile or so until we reach the low bluffs that abut the lake. We climb to the top and lay down in the grass to rest. Dawn cuddles under my arm and we draw each other closer. I look down at her and she is looking up at me. Our faces are mere inches apart, and we kiss. At first, it is a very gentle meeting of the lips. She soon begins to pull herself up on top of me and presses harder into the kiss, opening my mouth with her lips. Playfully flicking her tongue, she entices mine to join her in an oral dance. I cup her ass with one hand and wrap her tightly with my other arm; she is writhing on top of me and her breathing starts to increase. I break off the kiss, look her in the eyes and without saying a word, position her so we can stand and begin the hike back to the car. Halfway back she asks, "Where are we going?" "To my place. We need some privacy, and I think I'll make you some lunch." She seems very pleased as she loops her arm around my arm and presses against me as we walk back to the car. The drive home seems to fly by. I pull into the back, where we can't be seen, and quickly we make our way inside. I remove my jacket as she takes her sweat suit and cap off. She looks a bit tussled and asks for directions to the bathroom. I head to the slow cooker on the kitchen counter. I had set it on low earlier and now turn it to high. In about an hour we can have some hot soup along with the bakery bread I bought yesterday. Dawn is standing in the doorway; she has on a pair of short white shorts, her usual t-shirt, and a button vest. "So what's for lunch, coach?" I take a moment to look her over, thinking: `What indeed is for lunch?' I manage to say, "In about an hour we'll be having some nice homemade chicken soup." I lift the lid, give the soup a stir and, before I can put the lid back on, she is next to me; she takes the ladle from my hand and takes a sip of the soup. She purrs, "mmmm" and says that it is very good. I place the lid back on and lead her to the living room. We agree that some music will be nice so I have her pick from the CD collection. She selects a series of smooth Jazz artists and I set the player to continuous play. I am a bit surprised about her music choices and she explains, "One of my mom's boyfriends, who was around for a while, used to listen to all kinds of Jazz and I found I liked his music a lot, he was really cool." I am sitting on the couch as she comes over to sit next to me. As she begins to sit, I take her arm and, instead, have her sit on my lap, straddling my legs, facing me. I ask, "So, where were we earlier when we were at the beach?" She giggles lightly, leans forward and says, "I believe we were just beginning to do some tongue wrestling." We pick up our kiss from where I had broken it earlier. Dawn is quite a delightful kisser! She moves on my lap and breaks away to softly kiss my face and neck. She cradles my head in her hands and then wraps her arms around my neck; at one point, she simply places her hands on my shoulders. I take this opportunity to remove her vest, run my hands under the back of her t-shirt and work it up and over her head. Underneath she is wearing a very sheer, light green, sports-type bra. I run my fingers under the fabric, move it up until it is as high as her armpits and rolled up above her delightful, half-lemon sized tits. They stand directly out from her chest like little soft cones. They are cream colored and the nipples are a brownish pink. I pull her close and immediately take one whole breast directly into my mouth. I alternately suck her tits and toy her nipples with my tongue. She arches her back and pushes her chest towards my mouth while driving her pelvis down and hard against my body. I am wearing a very light fabric loose pants and my dick is at full attention, rubbing against her crotch as she moves around on my lap. She repositions herself so she is riding the shaft of my dick as she kisses me. Eventually she pulls away, glances down to our crotches, and then back up to me with a smile. She starts a slow slide downward until she is kneeling on the floor between my legs. She feels me through my pants and begins to run her palms up and down along my dick. I shift myself downward, pushing myself towards her and she knows exactly what to do. "Take it easy, coach! Let me get these pants off you and we'll see what you have here." She undoes my belt, the snap on my pants, and pulls the zipper down. She reaches for the waist of my pants, gathers in my boxers as well and instructs me to lift my butt. My pants and shorts come off quickly as she deftly removes my shoes at the same time. I lay back fully exposed to the petite, blonde, fourteen-year-old girl from my fifth period math class. She takes the shaft of my dick in her right hand and brings her face up alongside it. Her beautiful blue eyes are smiling at me as she begins to slowly stroke my dick up and down while sliding the side of her face along it as well. I think I'm going to pop off right there: but, I somehow manage to keep control. She leans back a bit and puts both hands on my dick and expertly delivers a hand job. I let out a soft moan and that serves as a signal for her. She leans forward, looking up at me, and says, "Coach, do you want me to suck your cock?" I reach for her, take her head in both my hands and bring her forward to the tip of my dick. "You better believe it, Dawn. I want you to suck me dry!" She giggles, ever so lightly, and proceeds to cover the head of my dick with her mouth. She hesitates for a second and then begins to move up and down, taking a little more into her mouth with every downward suck. When she pulls up, I can feel her tongue swirling over the head of my dick and the incredible suction tightness of her warm moist mouth as she sucks downward. She uses her right hand on my shaft and her left arm caresses my stomach. As she turns her head on my dick, her ass sways between my legs. I straighten out my right leg and she mounts it as she sucks away. She rides my leg and begins to emit soft moans as she dry-humps my leg. That is it for me. Her moaning adds just enough extra vibration through her mouth to bring me off. I set my hand on the back of her head and groan that I am going to cum. Instead of letting go, she slides her mouth back until only the head of my dick is in her mouth and starts to suckle on my dick. I explode into her mouth in a great release. She sucks and suckles in a way that allows her to take in, and swallow, all I can give without missing a single drop! She uses her hands to milk all of my cum out of me; sucking and licking my dick the entire time. As I begin to grow soft, she still finds a couple of drops to coax out and deftly pick up with the tip of her tongue. Finally, she lays her head down on top of my left thigh with her left hand still holding and caressing my dick. She looks up at me and with a smile says, "So, do I pass?" I can't help myself, so, I ask, "Where in the hell did you learn to do that? My God, that was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had! I thought you were a quiet, shy little girl!" "Oh coach; you were fooled, weren't you? I'm that way around school and I want to keep it that way. I can't stand kids my age." "You're not answering my question." "A couple of years ago my mom had a boyfriend, the one with the music; anyway, I actually sorta liked him. Turned out he liked me more than he liked my mom. We would fool around whenever we got the chance. He convinced my mom to put me on birth control." "Your mom knew about this?" "No, no ... he acted like a concerned boyfriend. So many of her boyfriends didn't like having me around, she thought it was great that we took to each other. He taught me about music, money, an awful lot about sex, and how I should handle myself around boys and men." "What happened to him?" "He's in jail for dealing coke; he'll be gone for twenty years. I miss him, but he told me to move on with my life, says he'll probably die in jail." I am floored! I don't know what to say. Dawn moves up on the couch and curls up next to me. "Coach, I knew what you were doing all along. I had to play you to be sure that I was right. I wanted to be where we are now, right from day one, but I had to be careful. I've watched and I can see who your girls are; no one else knows, though. Some of the other girls like you, but they wouldn't know what to do even if they came face to face with a real man's cock. They're sweet, but stupid little girls. It took a little while, but you finally understood that I was the one; that's when I decided you were ready." I have nothing to say! I pull her closer, hold her tight, and then she says, "We're going to run out of time! Don't you think we should head to your bedroom?" I stand, lean over and pick her up in my arms to carry her to the bedroom. I stop at the doorway, give her a warm and passionate kiss and then carry her into the bedroom. I sit her on the edge of the bed and remove her bra the rest of the way. She lays back and lifts her hips for me to remove her shorts and panties. These remaining pieces of clothing slide down her legs and are disposed of quickly. I have to stop and soak in the vision, which lies in front of me. I drop to my knees, at the edge of the bed, like a child saying his evening prayers. I push my arms under her thighs and cup her ass cheeks. I lift and pull her towards me. She lifts her legs and spreads them so that her thighs are now resting on my shoulders. She props herself up on her elbows as she scoots her adorable pussy closer to my face. She has the most marvelous little pussy. It reflects her; it is fully-grown but still looks like a little girl's muffin. Her dark pubic hairs fold inward, lightly covering her pronounced pubic mound. Her outer lips protrude ever so slightly from her mons. They fold neatly at the top, covering her clit and then gently split apart providing the slightest view of an entry into the heaven that awaits any intruder. I glance up and she is smiling at me, "What's next coach? You going to give me a good licking?" "Good lord girl!" And with that I proceed to directly dive into that sweet little pussy. I run my tongue up inside her outer lips and all around her opening. She purrs, leans back and lifts her snatch up to my mouth. I wedge the tip of my tongue inside of her cunt; make several short laps and then flat-tongue it up to her clit. I point my tongue and force her hood back to expose her little pink love button. She appears to be enjoying herself; she slides her left leg further over my shoulder and grabs the back of my head with her left arm. "Deeper coach ... faster ... keep going, don't slow down, faster ..." She pushes harder into my face. She uses her left leg to lift her hips into my face and begins to move quickly up and down over my mouth. I try to keep contact with her clit but when she moves, she usually pulls up, so I drive my tongue deep into her cunt. When she drops down, I pay attention to her clit. This goes on until I rise up and place my knees on the edge of the bed causing her to rise as well. She is off her butt with her beautiful young pussy pointing straight up in the air. I then lock her down with my left arm around her waist and return to eating and sucking her pussy. Once I return to working her clit with my tongue she begins to cum. Her legs lock around my neck and she pushes hard into my face. She grabs at me and is only able to get out an elongated "Coa-aaaaaah....." She loosens and then it hits again, this time she is saying the full word "Coach" but it is still elongated. She is as wet as can be and her little girl juices are all over my mouth and chin. I release her, and shift so that I am kneeling between her legs. Her pussy is beet red and seems to have grown in the last few minutes. The shape of her mound creates one of the most enticing pussies I have ever seen. It screams to be filled with dick. She looks up and says, "Coach, I want to fuck you, and I want to be on top." She rolls out from under me and turns me over to my back with my feet dangling to the floor. She takes one of her legs and hooks it up and over my hips so she is straddling me. She puts her left hand on my chest for balance, reaches down, and grabs hold of my rock hard dick. Slowly she slides back until she has the head of my dick rubbing up against her pussy lips. She slides her pussy along the head and gently positions my dick at the entrance. By this time, I am in agony. The head of my dick is covered in her sweet juices and all lubed up for the journey ahead. I am tensing in the pit of my stomach as Dawn teases my dick with her pussy while glancing at me with those beautiful blue eyes through strands of blonde hair. With a smirk she asks, "Coach, do you want to fuck me?" I can't take any more. I take hold of her waist and begin to press her down as I push up with my dick. I simply say, "Right now!" She shifts her pelvis ever so slightly so my dick runs up the front of her pussy missing its intended target. I am about to lose it when she takes me by the wrists and places my arms up over my head. This motion puts her tits right in my face. She turns slightly and places her right nipple directly on my lips. Without thought I suck her little tit into my mouth and release it just enough to tightly suck on her nipple. She pulls away and gives me her left tit; I repeat the suckling until she pulls away and sits straight up. She moves back until she is once again in position hovering over my dick. This time she means business. Dawn repositions my dick and slowly lowers herself down. She is moist and hot. There is no hesitation; she spreads her legs out, and bears down on my dick. The head is slowly enveloped by her outer lips; then, her pussy widens just enough to allow it to enter into her. Dawn keeps pressing as the shaft of my dick is ever so slowly swallowed up inside her. It seems like she is going to stop, but she doesn't. Dawn keeps pressing down taking more and more of me inside of her until the point that our pubic hairs are meshed together. She pushes for more, then looks at me and says, "We're one now coach. Right now we're one person." The feeling is intense; all of my senses are on edge. Even though she has stopped pushing down, her pussy is contracting and slightly moving. She begins to slowly rock her hips back and forth keeping me completely buried in her. She slows, leans forward and starts to raise her ass up and down to initiate a real on top fucking motion. We have our eyes locked onto each other and the sensations become more intense with every rise and fall of her tight snatch. I can't take any more of it so I start to sit up and tell her to wrap her arms around my neck. I cup her ass with my hands and stand up with her impaled on my dick. She continues to writhe around with my dick firmly implanted in her pussy; her face buried in my neck. I turn and start to lower her back on the bed. I tell her to keep hanging on with her arms and legs as I place my right hand down on the bed. With her hanging on, I take over the fucking and, through my own motions; she begins to swing under me in time with my thrusts deep into her. Her breathing starts to quicken and her eyes are glued to mine as she starts once again to repeat elongated words of, "Coach, Coach, Coach." I lower her fully to the bed and start a solid pounding of her sweet pussy. She is hot, wet, and tight. She tries to keep up with me but I am feeling a bit of an out of body frenzy coming on. Her head is still down at my neck level and I can't really get a good look at her face so I rise up on my hands to look at her. I am overcome by an urge to have her from behind. I rise further, pull out and flip her over onto her stomach. I lift her hips, position myself, and drive as deep as it will go. She lets out a yelp but pushes back into me, taking me deeper. Now she can look back over her shoulder and I can see her beautiful face contort with desire and ecstasy. My pounding begins to force her flat on the bed with only her rear raised up for me. I shift my legs so they are outside of hers' and squeeze her legs together. I drive as deep as I can until I feel the wall of her cervix. She begins to twitch and spasm as a series of orgasms shakes her little body with tremors through her pussy and onto my dick. I feel that I am ready; I make one more thrust, contact her cervix one more time, and then release an almost painful load directly into her. Clutching her hips, with all my might, I stay deep, as stream after stream fills her pussy until I can feel the goo seeping out around my dick. We collapse with me still inside of her. I fall to her left side turning her on her side. I slowly start going soft while she pulls her knees up to her chest and continues to ride out multiple smaller orgasms. When I eventually slip out of her, she lets out one more quiver and then settles down. I reach around her waist and pull her to me; we silently spoon for several minutes. Dawn eventually glances back at me and says she needs to go to the bathroom. She picks up her clothes on the way and, after a while, she comes back to the bedroom fully clothed, with a look of happy satisfaction on her face. I am lying on my back as she sits down beside me on the edge of the bed. She places her hand on my thigh and says, "Coach, that was great! I've never cum so many times in one day. What will I do after you're gone?" I pull her down for a kiss and reply, "I don't know. There's always Mr. Herbert, you'll have him for science next year, or Coach Foote, either of them would love to get to know you..." "Oh my God! Not Coach Foote! He's already been creeping around some of us ... now, maybe Mr. Herbert ... but isn't he married?" "Yep, for now, but I know for a fact that they'll be splitting this summer and a divorce is almost a sure thing. She's been cheating on him, sleeping around, and he'll be finding out about it in a couple of weeks. He'll need someone to cheer him up come next school year. He really is one hell of a good guy, you'll like him." With a twinkle in her eye, she says, "Coach, you don't have anything to do with her sleeping around, do you?" I reply, "Honestly, no. I've never messed with the woman. Hell, I find her repulsive at many levels." I pull Dawn in for a kiss and add, "He deserves much better than her. You know of anyone?" She gives me a wide smile, a punch on the shoulder, and says, "Coach, you better get moving. It's getting late and I want to get home in time for the school bus." ------------------------------------------------------- Dawn was an awesome experience! She is a one-of-a-kind girl and very special. As I expected, she and John Herbert hooked up during her sophomore year and secretly kept going strong until a year after she graduated. Then, they then openly dated for a year, were engaged for a year, then married and moved to Oregon, leaving Dawn's mother behind.