Coach Mark Evans felt as if he were a blessed man. A man walking a somewhat precarious line that had every potential to send him into the abyss, but blessed nonetheless. His former athlete Dee Chandler and he had found mutual lust, open-mindedness, and total satisfaction with each other in the summer after Dee's graduation. After the first week of discovering their compatibility, they managed to get together a few more times as the months progressed, despite the risk of being discovered.
A week or so after Dee's second visit, she came to his house late one night after he'd already retired and had fallen asleep. She'd been over at a friend's party, and it was well past midnight when she decided she wanted to pay him a visit. Knowing that he kept a side door to his house open she managed to sneak in quietly, removing her clothes in the living room, before heading down the hall to his bedroom. He was a fairly sound sleeper, so she easily made it all the way to his bed before kneeling down to whisper him awake.
"Hey, lover..." she cooed in his ear, almost giggling, a little buzzed still and eager to climb into bed with him. He stirred a little, opening his eyes through a thick haze of sleep, recognizing her with a sleepy smile. He'd been sleeping on his back, naked, under a single sheet, the warm summer night air wafting through the open window.
She ran her hand under the sheet and pulled it back, caressing his chest. "Shhh," she said calmingly. "Don't move, I'll just climb in with you." From her knees she lifted her tiny frame up and literally climbed up towards the foot of the bed. She lay herself across him, pushing the sheet all the way down, her face towards his crotch, her breasts resting on his stomach. She swung her right leg over him, and was now lying in a sixty nine position, completely flat against him. Because of her diminutive size, her head was right at his penis, her hands resting atop his thighs, while her smooth sex was just at the top of his chest, and her thighs were astride his shoulders bearing some of her weight.
He was beginning to waken now, both from the pressure of having her atop him, albeit insubstantial, and the wonderful sensation of her skin fully against his, her young body so soft and smooth. Her hands found his penis, also awakening, and were gently massaging it and his balls while she placed tender kisses upon them. He lifted his own hands onto her back, languidly caressing the length of her body, from her shoulders at one end of the stroke, to her wonderful tiny bum at the top. He let his fingertips trace lightly along her spine, more lovingly than erogenous, while his stiffening dick succumbed to the warmth of her breath, the squeeze of her hands, and the tease of her lips. As she wrapped her mouth around him for the first time, he instinctively raised his hips to her, and his arms returned to her little butt, pulling her body tightly to him. As his excitement increased, his awareness of her pussy grew, and he lifted his head to taste her sweet, wet arousal with the tip of his tongue. Her body was of such a length that would allow her to comfortably suck on him while placing her pussy just within reach of his mouth.
Positioned thus, they lay in the heart of the warm night, slowly pleasing each other. Her hands, slick with her saliva, would stroke his length and massage his full tight balls as she softly sucked the tip in her mouth. And he, with his head propped up on his pillow, lazily enjoyed the flavor and aroma of her, encircling her clit, and licking her parted lips, all the while holding her delightful bottom in his hands. This went on for some time, neither of them in a rush, but content to spend the wee hours in slow continuous pleasure. She did, now and again, let him get her close, bringing her intensity up as she pushed her hips to him, her thighs flexing on his shoulders as she ground herself towards her small, easy orgasms. When she came, she would cease her sucking and just hold his cock fast in her tight little fist as she panted her way through. Then, relaxing again, she would return the favor, bringing him closer and closer to the edge, enjoying the accompanying hardness it would bring about.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour of this, he could stand it no more, and begged his sweet vixen to let him cum. Her response was to press herself back onto him, to begin to bring herself to orgasm with him. As his tongue worked her clit and tickled the fully sensitive folds of her lips, her hand softened her grip, slipping easily along his saliva soaked dick, gently squeezing and stroking as she held his firm bulb in her mouth, sucking more deliberately. As her other hand cupped his wet balls, she gradually jacked his cock into her mouth, building up the full strength of the load in his ever-hardening dick. She rocked herself more furtively into him, shimmying her girlish body against his chest, fucking his face now as she felt his cum welling up for its final burst. He pulled her into him with his strong grip, his forearms pressed to the small of her back, his hands kneading her ass. Both were moaning loudly, the sound of which erotically stifled by each having a mouthful of the other's sex.
As the sweat of passion began to break on their skin, the added wetness and lusty sensuality made him finally release into her waiting mouth, the feeling of which caused her to cum onto his. His first jet shot back into her throat, and she just managed to swallow it before the second huge spurt filled her mouth, followed almost immediately by another, and a another again. Struggling to contain his thick goo, the involuntary shouts of her simultaneous orgasm opened her mouth, causing his hot semen to pour forth onto her hand, down onto his stomach and over his balls. This warm sensation, and the thought of her cute little face drooling his cum, made him push a second wave out for her as his orgasm renewed itself. She was rubbing his cock across her face now, still jacking him off, panting as she pressed her spasming pussy onto him, her body wrapped in his arms, her clit grinding on his chest. Their bodies vibrating and pulsing together as the last of this long awaited mutual orgasm flowed through them.
With both hands she played with his cum, smearing it over his cock, stomach, thighs, balls. She wiped her face with cum soaked hands, licking the thicker drops of it into her mouth. He, in turn, lay panting between her legs, her cute pussy inches from his face, his hands still gripping her ass. The warm breeze through the window against their spent, wet bodies felt beautiful and perfect. Eventually she lifted herself off him and turned her body around to lay alongside him, face to face. She gave him a sweet, cummy kiss as she wrapped herself about him. They both drifted off to sleep, sticky and happy.
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It was some time after that, on a week day afternoon, when both Dee and Bobbi appeared on his doorstep again. They both bounced into through the doorway when he answered the bell, exchanging hellos and kisses now that they had become so comfortable with each other.
"I can't imagine, what brings you two here," Mr. Evans said with a smile.
"More games!" chirped Bobbi. She was dressed in a pair of loose shorts, cut very short, and her ubiquitous tank top.
"I told her about what we did when I came here alone the first time," Dee explained in similar shorts and a clinging polo. "About how I masturbated for you, and how turned on I got by it."
"So I want to try it too," Bobbi cut in. "Only there's a twist."
"Of course there is," Mark said sarcastically, "how could there not be?"
"You have to do it, too!" Dee said. "Or get to, I should say. But you don't get to touch us."
"Except for right now!" Mark exclaimed wrapping his arms around both of them, drawing them into a three-way hug with his hands firmly on their butts.
They girls giggled, and didn't resist his advances. Both of them began to kiss his face, and he alternately kissed them in turn. The girls' hands found their way to his pants, and began rubbing him to an erection through the material.
