(This story is inspired by the John Persons cartoon "Two Hot Blondes Ultimate," full credit to his creation for the inspiration.)
Part 01
Coach Rona Summers strolled into the relative coolness of the school. It had been a hot evening, and she has been leading the cheerleaders in their routines. The big football game against their arch-rivals, Prescott High school, the final game of the season, was 3 days away, and they were fired up to do their part. Her own daughter, Nikki, was a member of the team.
She felt so hot and sticky, yuck, she needed a shower. Coming around the corner, she saw Mr. Pressman, the janitor, coming out of the Female Coaches locker room.
"Evening Mrs. Summers, just been checking out the plumbing, and the showers in there are out of action.''
"Anything that can be fixed right away?"
''Nope, not tonight, it's gonna take a few days.''
He headed down the hallway, and she went in, staring morosely at her hot, sweaty reflection. The idea of driving home while she was so messy made her skin itch and crawl. Well, she could go over to the Cheerleader's locker room, but she felt weird about that. Being naked with a bunch of 18-year-old girls, not to mention her own daughter, all of them naked, made her squirm uncomfortably.
So, what to do? Well, there was the Male Coach's locker room. She was pretty sure that Coach Washington was not around, the football team's practice had been 2 hours ago, so check it out, and see if the coast is clear. She wanted to get clean because she knew her husband was going to fuck her when she got home. He was always horny after she'd led the Cheerleaders in practice. Her body was probably throwing off pheromones left and right, and it got his prick up to its full 5-inch erection. He'd hustle her right into the bedroom, swarm all over her and ram her, if she was lucky, he'd last long enough to hit climax before he grunted, and shot his meager load into her.
God, she needed more than that. She wondered what it would be like to take on a cock, a big cock, like 9, 10 inches. The idea of being stretched out, and fucked hard, god, what she wouldn't give for just one wild night with a well-hung guy.
****
Thinking about it made her pussy tingle. Her nipples were now stiff and poking out the front of her top. She grabbed a couple of towels and her shower caddy from her locker. She opened the door, looked up and down the hallway. She hurried down to the Male Coach's locker room.
She opened the door a bit and called out, "Hello Mister Washington?" With no reply, she stepped in and called out, ''Anybody here?"
Waiting a minute, she said, ''Great, got it all to myself.''
As she stripped, she felt prickles of excitement as she was getting naked in the Male Coach's locker room. When she took off her bra, she let out a sigh as her breasts were released from confinement. With her having a 34G chest, she did her best to keep her breasts as in control as possible, but the noticeable size was impossible to hide completely. Her sports bra had had all it could handle when she was shaking her tits and ass, encouraging the cheerleaders in their routines. Her nipples rose stiffly, they were big, silver dollar-sized, the tips of her nipples stood out an inch, and they were very sensitive. She cupped her big boobs, tweaking her nipples lightly, mmm, that felt really nice. She pulled her soaked panties away from her sodden labia, it wasn't just the sweat of the workout that got them that damp. Her panties hit the floor, and she stepped out of them. She stretched, feeling the excitement of being naked in a men's locker room. She wondered what Mr. Washington would think if he could see her now.
Picking up her caddy, she thought, 'Mmmm, this shower is going to feel so good.'
As she stepped into the shower area and cranked on the water, she did not notice the eyes watching her.
***
Coach Calvin Washington was there, he had been back in the office part of the room. He had stayed late, going over offensive and defensive alignments for the team, and with the door closed, and listening to a CD of Barry White tunes, he had not heard her call out. His favorite make-out music always got his dates in the mood. He was calling it a day, ready to go home when he exited the office. He saw movement over by the lockers, and with a shock, saw Mrs. Summers getting naked! Now she was a real fuckable piece. She was, if he remembered, 36 years old, long blonde hair, now released from its bun, cascaded over her shoulders, that heart-shaped face with the clear blue eyes, he saw her bra tumble away, oh yeah, she had a great set, they were BIG, with her being about 5'7'' and 124 pounds, her breasts really rose, and her big nipples were as stiff as steel. Mmmm, thinking hot thoughts are we, Mrs. Summers? I know how to take care of that.
I wonder if she's ever taken a black cock? Well, she's gonna take one now. I think it's time to join the delectable Mrs. Summers, and get a taste of her sweet vanilla body, then she can get filled with my chocolate fuck stick.
He stripped quickly and his 10-inch black cock rose, hard as iron and ready for action. He stepped quietly over to the shower area. It was a typical communal shower set up, she had her back to him, and he was content to take a few moments, to enjoy the view of her soaping up.
***
Rona was lathering up, mmmm, she was really getting hot and bothered, as she ran her soapy hands all over her nipples, making them throb. God, she was feeling so horny. Her hands slipped downwards, finding her pussy hot and bothered. She stroked just a little bit, she wanted her husband to find her hot and bothered, which would give her the best chance to grab an orgasm before he squirted his meager load.
She turned, her eyes closed from the water, and Coach got a good look. Those jugs were big, really big, and her nipples were as hard as bullets. Her sports bra had one hell of a job keeping them in check when she was doing the routines with the Cheerleaders. Oh yeah, her pussy was bare and hair-free, he could see the tight little coin slot of her pussy. Damn, that was fucking hot. So tight, he'd love to stretch her out. She pulled her head away from the shower, opened her eyes, and stared, seeing his eyes roaming hungrily up and down her body.
She clapped one hand over her pussy, and did her best to shield her luscious mounds with the other hand, as she cried out, "Coach Washington, what are you doing here?"
He grinned as he said, ''I could ask you the same question, Mrs. Summers. This is the Male Coaches locker room, you know."
"Well, the showers in the Women's locker room are not working, some kind of plumbing problem... Oh my GOD.''