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Catholic School Mom's β The Basketball Season
Kate O'Brien is an incredible kisser. She has her arms draped over my shoulders. She's hugging her freely hanging C-cup breasts into my right side and grinding her well-fucked pussy against my thigh. I can feel her wet pussy lips dripping into my bare leg.
Our lips are moving against each other and our tongues are rolling together. My hand is tightly holding a fist full of short, red hair and pulling her lips against mine. Kate has told me she gets off on having her hair pulled.
I let go of her hair and let my finger tips brush over her shoulders and move down to cup her spectacular thirty six year old ass. As I push a finger against her anus, it opens easily and accepts my digit.
"Oh, God, lover. Be careful. I'm a little sore."
I can feel my load of semen at the entrance of Kate's cum-filled asshole. It's dribbling out as I gently finger her tight butt.
As we continue our kiss, I moan into Kate's open mouth, "I'm getting close. It feels so fucking good."
We both look down. Mary Lawless is kneeling between my thighs. Her shoulder-length, blond hair masks her face, but her head is bobbing over my thick eight inch cock. Mary is naked also. It's a turn on to be able to look down her bare back and see the cleft of her heart-shaped ass as she kneels on the locker room floor.
"I can't believe she can take you down her throat," Kate marvels.
She's right. Mary is the only woman I know who can easily deep throat me. I've already cum twice; once in Mary's cunt and again in Kate's rectum. Mary has been working my hard cock with her throat for ten minutes.
"She can deep throat me. You can take me in the ass. And both your pussies are tight as virgins. Together you make the perfect woman," I tease.
Mary lets her teeth gently bite my cock and Kate reaches over to savagely pinch a nipple in response to my teasing.
"Keep pinching my tit," I say, letting my head roll back.
As I approach my last cum of the night, Kate rolls my nipple between her thumb and finger. We're kissing hard and I'm fingering her sloppy asshole. I've got a hand at the back of Mary's head and I start fucking the first half of my meat into her mouth. Her lips are applying the perfect amount of pressure.
"Oh fuck . . . OOOOhhhh . . . FFFFuucckkk . . . I'mmmm cummmmiiinngg."
As I pump my cum into Mary's mouth, she continues to bob her head along my dick, draining the last of my seed.
I reach for Mary, help her to her feet and kiss her hard. I love the taste of my cum in a woman's mouth. I turn and kiss Kate again. While regaining our composure, we gently kiss for a few minutes.
"I can't believe the basketball season is over already," Mary says.
I'm Chris, a very recently divorced, forty-five year old man. I am 5'10" and weigh 180 lbs. I have short, salt and pepper brown hair. As I strenuously exercise daily, including running, swimming, weight lifting and karate, I am in great physical shape.
Around Our Lady of Perpetual Hope School, most, including Sister Mary Joseph, the principal, call me Uncle Chris. Except during the basketball season, when nine eighth graders call me Coach. I had taken over coaching this group of boys, five years earlier, when they were in third grade
I took over the team, when their Coach and my brother were tragically killed in an automobile accident. Wanting my nephew, Josh, to have a male influence in his life, I showed up at the next practice with a whistle and practice schedule and got to work.
In the last five years, we've developed into a great team. Our biggest challenge every year, and it is a big challenge, is that we are the only suburban Catholic School in our league. The other School's are from the inner city. Even though we're in an eighth grade league, most other school's have older, bigger and stronger kids on their teams.
At the conclusion of the first game of our season, I had the team gathered together in the hallway outside the gymnasium. The boys were lined up and sitting against a wall, I was standing in front of them and their parents were behind me.
I have some very easy rules that I ask of the parents. I don't allow parents to participate in practices or pre-game meetings. I demand that they attend games, cheer in a positive way and join with the team in an after-game briefing.
During the after-game talks, I look each of the young men in the eye and tell them, specifically, what they did well. I'm always positive and very generous in my praise, whether we win or lose. After praising each player, I tell them what we need to improve upon as a team, in order to get better. It's done in a positive way and I don't single anyone out for criticism.
However, today, looking at the team and seeing tears, hanging heads and slumped shoulders, I decide they needed a shock.
"I've never been . . ." I started barely above a whisper.
When I had everyone's attention, I continued louder, "I've never been . . ."
Standing with my hands on my hips and looking up and down the row of boys, I finally shouted, "I'VE NEVER BEEN . . . SO DISAPPOINTED IN THIS TEAM."
We had just lost, by one point. My nephew Josh had missed two free throws in the closing seconds that would have tied and won the game. The boys were wide-eyed as they stared at me. I'm sure their parents thought I had lost my mind.
Winning is very important to me and I think it's vitally important to instill a winning attitude in a team. However, winning is never the most important thing, especially when dealing with boys, who are barely thirteen years old.
"Today, this team went out and played their butts off, against a bigger, taller, stronger, older and more athletic team. You kicked their butts for three and a half quarters. They left this gym bruised and battered."
I started pacing slowly in front of the team, before continuing, "Today you ran our slow-down offense . . . JUST LIKE WE PLANNED! Today you ran our box and one defense . . . JUST LIKE WE PLANNED! Today you held last season's leading scorer to six points . . . JUST LIKE WE PLANNED!"
Standing in front with hands on hips again, I shouted "TODAY YOU PLAYED LIKE WARRIORS."
Then in a normal voice, "I was proud of every one of you and can't believe you're not proud of yourself. We came to win today. We failed . . . together. But we played like warriors . . . LIKE WARRIORS FOR EVERY SECOND OF THAT GAME."
"And yet, I see a team with tears in their eyes and hanging heads."
Deciding to end with a bang, I finished, "I guess it's my fault. We've spent too much time talking about basketball and not enough time teaching you the importance of being men, of being a team and being proud of your achievements. I'm sorry I let you down."
I turned and left the school.
It was Saturday, barely before noon and I had a day's worth of chores to complete. I met a work associate for happy hour. We ended up having a light dinner at Chili's. I finished Saturday evening, doing some clothes shopping at the mall.
As I was getting ready to leave the mall and was walking toward the entrance, I heard "Hey Chris! Great speech today, Coach."
I turned to see Kate O'Brien, one of the moms from the team, standing in the doorway of Victoria's Secret. Kate is a tall slim woman. She has short, red, stylish hair and brown eyes. She's 5'8" and weighs around 130 lbs. Her curves are striking with C-cup breasts and a round, athletic ass.
Tonight, she's professionally dressed in a white blouse. The first two buttons are undone revealing a fair amount of cleavage. She has on a navy wool skirt. It's fairly short and falls within two inches of her knees.
I like Kate. She's active within the school and our team. Most importantly, her son Kevin is a good kid. She must be doing something right as a single mom.