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Track Coach (MF, affair)
by Anonymous Author
*******
I had just turned forty, and while I was in excellent shape,
looked barely thirty, and was doing pretty well financially, I
still felt those pangs of the mid-life crisis. I had gotten out of
coaching when my children were young to spend more time with them,
but now that they were in 12th, 11th and 9th grades, it seemed they
weren't interested in spending that much time with me. Knowing how
I was as a teenager, I didn't blame them; in fact, I was glad I no
longer had to constantly provide them with things to do.
My wife also was getting kind of busy. A successful real
estate salesperson, she was often on the road from early morning
to late at night. I, on the other hand, conducted a consulting
business that needed my attention only several hours each morning.
As a result, I needed something to keep me occupied, so I jumped
at the opportunity to coach the local junior college track team
when they advertised for a coach.
I didn't realize it when I responded to the ad, but the
responsibilities of the position included coaching both the men's
and women's team. I wasn't too thrilled with coaching women, but
by the end of the season the women would really impress me with
their performances!
The culmination of our season is the regional championships,
held approximately 300 miles from our college. It's rare that very
many athletes qualify for this meet because the competition is
limited to those meeting very stiff qualification times, but last
year we had six athletes earn a trip to the meet---our men's shot
putter, the men's top hurdler, and the women's 1600 meter relay
team.
The local press had given our women's relay team quite a bit
of attention during the year. In addition to being able to run
fast, the four girls on the team were all beautiful blondes, as
pretty as they were fast. They were truly a pleasure to coach --
and watch--- as they ran to some of the fastest times in the
region.
So, on a Tuesday afternoon, we loaded into a van and started
the drive to the hotel just a few miles from the stadium where the
meet would be held on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. We
would be coming home on Sunday, hopefully with some good
performances.
We arrived at the hotel late Tueday night, and the two guys
took one room, the gals got two rooms, and I got a room to myself,
one floor above the guys' room and a floor below the women's.
Because I wanted the athletes to do well on this trip, I reminded
them we had a midnight curfew. I told them I would stop by, or call
their rooms at midnight--and they better be there!
When I checked the guys' room, they were both ready to hit the
sack. A call to Mary and Diane's room found them both watching tv,
but when I phoned Kathy and Denise's room, Kathy said Denise had
left to get a soda. I told Kathy that since I was responsible for
everyone on this trip, I wanted her to call me if Denise did not
get back in the room within five minutes. She said "If you don't
hear from me in five minutes, you will know she's back."
Since I had driven all day, I was just ready to turn out the
light when I heard a knock at the door. Wondering who it could be,
I looked out the peephole and saw Denise standing in the hall. I
opened the door to see what she wanted, and she almost knocked me
down as she ran inside my room.
"Coach," she said, "I keep worrying about dropping the baton
when we race in the trials on Thursday. I don't think I'm going to
be able to sleep tonight. What can I do."
Since Denise was known as our resident "worry-wart," I told
her not to worry, we'll do some extra practice in the morning. It
was then I got the surprise of my life!
"But coach," she said, "I was hoping to do a little baton work
tonight. I could practice holding that big prick of yours if you'd
let me. That should get me ready for the race!"
Well, if I had a baton in my hand when she said that, I sure
would have dropped it! I sort of started to stammer something about
it might be a good idea for her to go back to her room, but before
I got too many words out she threw her arms around me and gave me
one of the wettest kisses I've ever gotten from anyone. A few
seconds later, she was holding my "baton" by its stem while she
slurped the tip in and out of her delicious mouth.
I didn't know what to do, but she seemed to be intent on
sucking my prick, so I just relaxed and enjoyed it. She had such
a talented set of lips that in a few minutes I couldn't resist
anymore and I shot a big wad of cum into her throat. She just kept
sucking until every drop was gone, smiled up at me and said "Coach,
I feel a lot better now!" She then left without saying another
word!
I figured the best thing to do the next day was just act like
nothing happened, and that's just what she did, too. We had a good
practice, a good meal, and then most of the athletes walked
downtown to mix with the other athletes. I reminded them of the
curfew, then I headed to my room to do some reading. Then, I heard
a knock on the door. My heart leaped---was it Denise again?
When I looked out the peephole this time, I didn't see Denise.
Instead, Kathy was standing in the hall, looking kind of forlorn.
I opened the door, and she came right in without saying a word.
"Coach," she said once I had closed the door. "That workout
today has really left me very tight in the thighs. What should I
do?"
When I told her she ought to see the trainer tomorrow, she
gave me a beautiful smile and said, "But coach, I was hoping the
ache wouldn't keep me awake all night. Couldn't you give me a
little rubdown?"
Trying not to shirk my duty as a coach, I told her to take a
seat in a chair, and I started massaging her leg below the knee.
She gave me a smile and said one word---"Higher."
As I kneeled before her and my hands moved up her beautiful,
firm legs, she didn't say anything, except "higher" a few times.
My hands were nearly in her crotch when she frowned and said "It's
not helping. I think what I need to make my thighs feel better are
a few kisses. What do you say?"
Before I could say anything, she stood up, pulled her shorts
and panties down around her ankles, and sat back in the chair.
There I was, kneeling in front of her, staring straight at her
fuzzy cunt. A few kisses on her thighs, and then I was working my
lips and tongue all over her warm, moist cunt. In just a few
minutes I had her gasping and moaning in pleasure, and soon she
started quivering in the throes of orgasmic delight.
"Oh coach," she purred. "I've got to get going. I don't want
to miss the curfew. But thanks, my thighs feel super, now!"
I hate to admit it, but I had to jerk myself off after she
left. It wasn't hard to do, though, because just thinking about her
pretty pussy got my cock hard!
Thursday night the two guys on the trip were eliminated from
competition, but the women ran the fastest qualifying time in the
trials. That meant they would run again on Friday for a chance to
advance to Saturday's championship race. I was really proud of
them. I was also feeling a little confused about Kathy and Denise,
but I guessed they were responsible for their actions, and probably
looked at their visits to my room as larks. The last thing I ever
expected was another visitor on Thursday night!
But, right around 11:30 p.m., I heard a knock on the door, and
this time I didn't even peek out to see who it was. I sure was
surprised when Mary burst into the room.
"Coach," Mary pouted at me, "Kathy said I didn't have a very
good split today in the race. Is she right?"
Since the individual times each athletes runs in the race is
known as a split, I had to be a little diplomatic with Mary---of
the four girls, her split was the slowest. "Well, Mary," I said,
"your split was good, but the other girls' had better splits. I
don't think you should be upset. I'm sure you'll have a better
split tomorrow."
That's when she looked at me, started taking off her clothes,
and said, "Coach, look at this split I'm going to do right now for
you. You'll never see a better split than this!"
With that, she started masturbating herself as she spread her
legs so far apart I couldn't do anything but stare wide-eyed. She
had the biggest cunt I ever saw, and she sure enjoyed fingering
herself. When she looked at me and said "Let me see you play with
yourself, too, coach," I couldn't resist. Soon we were both
pleasuring ourselves while watching each other in total
fascination knelt over her and shot cum all over her as she
moaned to a climax. I went to wash up, and when I came out she was
gone.
The next day the fast foursome did it again---they ran a
superb race to qualify for the championship Saturday night. I told
them all to get a good night's sleep, and with a little luck, they
could be the first region champs in the history of the school.
By now, I was wondering if there wasn't some plot among the
girls, and when Diane knocked on my door after 10 that night, I was
really suspicious.
"Coach," Diane angrily growled, "there's something bothering
me, and I just had to stop by and get it off my chest!"
Thinking she might have been upset with some of my strategy
for the big race, I said "Diane, I'm here to help in any way I can.
What's the problem?"
When I said that, she just smiled kind of coyly and said "This
damn shirt and bra," and ripped her shirt and bra off to expose the
prettiest tits in the state. Her looks told me it was okay to help
myself to some licking and sucking of those great tits, so I
started slurping away, first on the left tit, then on to the right
tit. This girl had great tits! For twenty heavenly minutes I
squeezed, massaged, crushed, shook, slapped, twisted, and mauled
those beautiful orbs. She orgasmed twice.
Finally, she said "Coach, you've really got me revved up now.
Wait til you see me run tomorrow. I'll see you later."
By now, I couldn't believe what was going on. I knew if any
of this ever got out, I would never coach another team in my life!
But, hey, an experience like this might be worth that kind of risk.
You can bet this trip was one I'll never forget. And, neither will
the girls, because the next day they won the regional championship!
That night, we stayed out as a team past curfew. I bought
everyone steak dinners, and we relived the big race. I was almost
glad that tomorrow morning we would be heading back to home---those
visitors to my hotel room were almost too much for me to take.
When we got back to the hotel at 1 a.m. I said goodnight to
everyone, and reminded them to be ready to leave by 9 a.m. I was
even pleased when I turned out the lights and closed my eyes in bed
without anyone knocking at my door. In fact, I think I was asleep
when I heard, barely audible, "knock, knock, knock, knock" on my
door.
I didn't know what to expect, but I didn't expect to see all
four girls outside the door. Soon, all four were inside the room.
"Coach," Kathy said, "your relay team is here. We're ready to pass
your 'baton' from runner to runner, so let the race begin!"
At that point, they all stripped themselves naked, and pulled
my shorts right off. Just seeing their naked bodies got my prick
harder than any baton they had ever ran with before, and I got a
hell of a lot more excited as they went over to the bed, stood side
by side, and bent over to expose their asses and pussies to me.
"Come on, coach," Kathy said. "I'm the leadoff fucker. Give
me that baton of yours right up my cunt!"
I couldn't resist ramming my prick into her with plenty of
vigor, and she let out as little gasp each time my cock slipped up
her cunt. As my thighs pounded against her ass, it sounded a lot
like a runner pounding around the track.
"It's time to pass the baton," Diane said. "Give it to me
coach, nice and hard. I'm ready for my split!"
Pulling my cock out of Kathy's juicy cunt, I rammed it up
Diane's exposed pussy. In and out, in and out it went, as she moved
her twat back and forth in perfect pace with my thrusting. She was
starting to come when Denise reached over, grabbed my cock with her
hand, and gasped with surprise at how slippery it was with Kathy
and Diane's juices all over it.
"I want that juicy cock up my ass," she moaned. "Fuck my
asshole, coach, fuck it fast and hard."
My prick never went into an ass easier than Denise's ready and
willing hole. When she tightened her anus around my prick and
started wiggling her ass all over the place, I thought my "baton"
was going to break. Thank goodness Mary came to the rescue!
"It's time for the anchor leg, coach," Mary yelled. "Let's
sprint for the finish and cum home with a winner."
By now, I was more than ready to cum in a big climax, and as
I rammed my cock into Mary's furry lovenest, she fell forward onto
the bed, with me on top of her back. Soon everyone was on top of
us, sucking my balls, licking Mary's tits, and cumming all over the
place. In just a few minute, we all were lying on the bed in an
exhausted heap. Never had we had a workout like this.
"Well coach," the girls said, "we're quite a team, aren't we?"
And all I could say was "And next year, you'll be even
better."
And, we all had to smile at that thought!