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Subject: {ASSM} Becca catches the coach (MF, MFf)
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Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2008 15:10:01 -0400
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Becca catches the coach (MF, MFf)

A complete work of fiction

   My wife is a substitute teacher.  She often takes short-term teaching
assignments from within our county as well as neighboring county school
systems.  Recently she was called in to substitute in a middle-school
teaching both a Health class and as the acting Girls Volleyball coach.

   It turns out that the previous teacher got himself into a bit of trouble
when several of the girls on the senior volleyball squad turned him into
the authorities for lewd behavior.  The rumor is that he was discovered by
the night janitorial staff locked in a locker in the girls locker room -
without any cloths on!

   Ever since she started teaching these kids, she's been all hot and
worked up every night.  I'm not complaining!  We've always had a good sex
life, but there has been something a little extra lately.  She's told me
stories about a little `experimenting' with other girls back in college,
but I've never heard her comment about other women otherwise.  And
certainly she's never shown any interest in young girls.  But these girls
seem to really sparking something in her.  Every night that's all we talk
about.  She's always commenting about how cute this one was, or how sexy
that one was in her tight shorts.  She always stops herself short when her
stories enter into the locker room.

   It's been the most distracting thing for me, as I'd never been on her
campus.  It's not like I could go hang-out in the gym and watch them
practice volleyball.  I'd be the one getting arrested for lewd behavior,
I'm sure!  Don't get me wrong, everyday I would feed my fantasies from my
wife's stories and try to plan ways I could just happen to be in the
neighborhood (20-miles out of my way to my office).  Fate did me a great
favor a few nights ago.

   I got a call from my wife informing me that her old Volvo wagon had
overheated on her way home.  We had it towed to a shop who gave us a rough
2-week estimate on getting it fixed.  So...  I would have to carpool with
her.  Dropping her off early enough for me to get to work and she would
wait for me after school to pick her up.

   Monday night she was all flushed and nervous when she got into my car
for the ride home.  I tried to ask her what was up, but she didn't want to
talk about it.  I assumed she was just anxious and upset about being on
campus that late.  That night she practically raped me before we could get
into our apartment.  She was a wild woman on a rampage.  I had to stop her
at one point and pop a little blue pill so I could keep up.

   Tuesday night she had me pull the car around the back of the school and
gave me an intense blow-job before we could head home.

   But Wednesday is when things got really interesting.  Wednesday morning
she informed me that there would be a late volleyball practice and that I
should just come in and wait for her in the athletic office.  My mind
reeled all afternoon at the prospect of laying my eyes on these girls that
were effecting my wife so much.

   I arrived at 5:45, about 15-minutes before practice was to be over.  I
quietly entered the gymnasium and casually took a seat on the wooden
bleachers and watched the practice.  These girls were so adorable in their
tight white shorts and green tee-shirts.  Especially their little bubble
butts.  Very few had any tits to speak of.  Though my wife had spoke of a
few girls and about how well developed they were.

   I recognized one right of the bat.  The tallest one there, with short
jet-black hair and maybe a respectable b-cup.  This had to be the Becca
that my wife had mentioned often.  She was very cute.  Very athletic as
well.  Her serve was powerful and she was the only one able to spike the
ball over the net.  She was obviously the leader of the team.  Not just in
her athletic power but she seemed to have a sense of authority over the
girls.  When one made a mistake it was her they looked to not my wife - the
coach.  She seemed to be doing a lot of butt patting as well, but not as
much as the last college basketball game I had watched on TV.

   Becca and several of the other girls spotted me and smiled when they
looked my way.  It was maybe 10-minutes before my wife learned I was
sitting behind her in the stands.  She quickly shot me a worried look and
nodded her head toward the athletic office.  I obeyed and started that way.
But before I could reach the door I was pelted in the head with the girl's
volleyball.  Becca ran my way to retrieve the ball.  Not saying a word to
me, but I somehow felt she was undressing me with her eyes.  Sultry deep
and dark eyes.  I felt vulnerable and excited at the same time.  Her stare
was hypnotizing and commanding.  I didn't feel I could step away until she
turned away and started back to her team.

   I poked around in the office for the next 10-minutes or so.  Flipping
through the papers on her desk.  Eventually I turned on her computer and
used the login info written on the sticky note on the monitor.  An
interesting icon in the corner caught my eye.  And when it opened I thought
I'd have a heart attack.  Six panels opened filling screen with camera
views of the gym and the locker rooms.  On the right was a control panel
with buttons for zooming and panning the cameras.  I had just got the hang
of it zooming way in on Becca in practice when my wife blew her whistle and
ordered them into the locker room to shower and head home.

   Oh this was exciting!  I followed their progress into the locker room,
switching camera views as they progressed.  Once in the locker room many
wasted no time yanking their tee-shirts over their heads and dropping their
shorts.  Some of the youngest had no bras and I got as good look at their
adorable little nubs where milky-white breasts will be someday.

   I had lost sight of Becca and switched through a few cameras before
finding her stark naked in the showers.  She was as commanding naked in
another room as she was string me down on the gym floor.  She seemed to be
eyeing someone on the other side of the showers and just as I was about to
pan away she blew a kiss in that direction.  I swung the camera across the
room to catch my wife (fully dressed) walking out of the shower area.  Hmm,
what was that all about, I wondered.

   Another camera angle showed my wife heading for the office so I quickly
shut down the computer and took a seat on the worn leather couch flipping
through old sports illustrated magazines.  She was flushed when she came
in. the same anxious look she had on Monday night.  Wow, this Becca girl is
really doing a number on my lady...  and I liked it.

   We waited in silence for another ten minutes for the girls to get
dressed and leave the building.  My wife said she wanted to show me
something and asked me to follow her to the locker rooms.  I waited outside
the door while she checked that everyone had gone home.  Her cheeks were
flush when she came back for me.  I wondered if she would pass out.

   "Remember the stories about the old coach?" she asked me.

   "Sure, I assumed they were just stories."

   "Maybe not.  Follow me, I want to show you something very interesting."

   I followed her to a far wall where several larger lockers lined the
wall. These were older lockers.  Most were banged up without handles and
several with gaping holes were the venting would have been.  She took me to
the end locker and shoved me against it and started kissing and groping me.
evidently we were going to have sex in the girls locker room.

   "Take off your pants!" she growled.

   I did and she held open the locker door and said, "get in!"

   I was game and climbed into the locker.  As soon as the door shut her
hands snaked into the gaping hole and she pulled me against the door by my
cock.  As she started sucking my cock I realized that I could watch her
through the vents at the top of the door.  I couldn't see her face but I
could see that she was on her hands and knees on the adjacent bench.  The
perfect height to suck my cock.  Moments later she jumped off the bench and
stripped down to nothing.  Peering through the vent she was all fours again
but now backing her ass toward the hole and my waiting cock.

   I fucked her - or I should say, she fucked me - for a good ten minutes
when I heard a voice.

   "Well, well, what do we have here?"

   I tried to see who it was but could only see the edges of a plaid skirt.
She was standing right against the next locker, too close for me to see.
But I knew it was a student!  I expected my wife to jump off the bench and
handle the situation but she just continued humping back against my cock.

   Next I heard a slap and the girl commanded my wife to `move off'.  All I
could see was my wife pull away and lay face down on the bench.  All I
could feel was a hot mouth wrap around my straining cock.

   "Uhm, tasty cock you've brought me coach.  And well flavored with your
cunt too.  Nice job, coach."

   I still couldn't see who it was but with that commanding voice this had
to be Becca.  And from the conversation so far, it seems Becca had been
doing more to my wife than just being attractive.

   I cleared my throat and got disciplined with a hard and very loud smack
on the locker door.  "You shut the fuck up in there!  Not one peep or I'll
lock your sorry ass in there"

   A stark combination of excitement and fear ripped through my body as I
realized that Becca had probably been playing with the old coach and he
pissed her off enough to lock him in and turn him into the authorities.
The excitement won over as she wrapped her tiny hand around my cock and
stroked it.

   "Roll your ass over `coach' and eat my cunt while I suck your man's
cock- coach"

   She said the word coach with disdain and contempt as if she were daring
my wife to try to use her authority to stop her.  My wife sat up and laid
back down on the bench with her head toward the locker just out of my
sight. All I could see was from her tits down.  Then her tits were covered
as the girls leg swung over the bench with her plaid skirt covering my
wife's face and shoulders.  She was mashing her 13-year old hairless pussy
in my wife's face while she took my cock deep in her throat.

   I was too worked up at this point.  Try as I may I could only last about
5-minutes like this.  I shot my load in this little girls throat like I had
not cum in years.  She took the first several shots until her mouth was
filled and pulled away to leave me shooting the rest onto the bench and my
wife's face.  I peered through the vent to see Becca's head lowering toward
my wife's face.  But couldn't see what she did.

   Moments later the locker room door slammed shut and we were alone again.
When my wife opened the door to let me out I saw her face was covered in my
cum.  All she said was, "I need a shower, then we can go home."

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