Jennifer Ames - Wet and Ready

The more I used my body sexually, the more I was able to enjoy the feelings my sexy young body was capable of bringing me. I humped up, squeezing my legs around his ass to make sure I had every inch of Coach Martin's magnificent prick in the smoldering grip of my pulsing pussy. "Fuck," I said.

His hands locked on the edge of the desk. Pushing up, he started pumping his prick into me. My earlier toying had his prick fully hard now and his steel-hard shaft rippled along my clitty. Each stroke seemed to take forever, but I didn't hurry him, loving each stimulating second of the steady, slow-motion thrusts. "Deep," I gasped. "Nice and deep, Coach."

I twisted my head back and forth, loving the way this older man fucked. The way his pounding, steady rhythm beat into my hot cunt. He didn't seem to be int he same hurry to shoot me full of cum that the younger guys had been. He was enjoying all of me, watching my tits swaying, feeling my young body responding to his, listening to my groaning cries, making me beg for him to keep fucking my melting cunt. And his balls were swinging back and forth, nuzzling against my still slippery asshole.

"Jessica," he whispered, as if he still wasn't sure it was me.

"God, I love this," I answered. "Having you lick my pussy was nice, but there's nothing like the feel of a nice cock in me. Fuck me, Coach. Fuck me just like that. Oooh, yeah. Just like that."

Coach Martin's beautiful cock pumped in and out of my hot, slippery pussy, stretching my cunt so wide. I timed his strokes, squeezing down with my fuck muscles, holding over his sliding prick as it slithered inside me and making my pussy explode as I increased my internal pressure at just the right time. "Harder," I screamed.

Coach Martin fucked in and out of my pussy, gathering speed and intensity with each stroke. He hammered me, driving his prick deeper into my trembling pussy. My nerves awakened at this change. Without realizing it, I was moving with him, fucking my hips upward as hard as he was fucking down into me. I slammed my groin up to his, forcing as much of that now-throbbing cock as I could into my cunt.

"Are you close, baby?" I asked. "Harder. Oooh. I felt that! He's really throbbing now. You're gonna cum for me."

"Yes," he panted. "Don't worry. I'll pull out." "No," I sobbed. "Cum in me."

Coach Martin stiffened as I gobbled up his hard cock with the velvety prison of my sweet cunt. My hands went around his waist, locking him close to me. There was no way I was going to let him pull out. I wasn't going to let his load of cum go to waste. I wanted to feel his hot cum spilling into my belly. "Now you can cum," I gasped.

I held on tightly, grinding my cunt over his jerking prick. I fought, holding off my own climax until he was there. His strokes slowed. He pushed in hard and deep, letting me tighten all around him before pulling back. I worked my inner magic, voraciously sucking at his cock with my writhing pussy. My hands went down to Ms ass, and I clutched tightly, pulling in time with his slow strokes.

"Feel it, baby," I groaned, the erotic spasms of his prick plugging into me. "Fee! how wet my pussy is for you, Coach. I'm gonna make you cum. I'm gonna make you cum so nice, honey."

He was close. I looked into his eyes. I could see that he was almost there.

"Stay inside me," I whispered. "Let me feel your cum, baby. Let me feel that big cock spurting up inside my hot pussy." It jerked, and I waited until! felt a deep throbbing inside his sliding hard-on. I waited until that first hot, wet, thrilling jet of cock cream squirted up into my milking depths. By waiting, I got to feel it all.

Coach Martin kept moving, slowly fucking his big prick deep into me even as he shot me full of cum. The burning of that hot cock juice triggered a wild orgasm that shook my whole body. His face buried in my tits. I held him tightly, letting him know that I was cumming right along with him. I hugged him tightly, loving the luscious tingling inside my well-fucked body. "Coach Martin?" I said. "What, honey?"

"Do you have a first name?" I asked. "I've never heard anyone call you anything but coach."

"Yes," he said, nuzzling against my naked tits with his lips. "Well," I laughed. "What is it?" "Doug," he said.

"Do you think I know you well enough now to call you by your first name?" I asked, feeling his lovely cock softening quickly inside my cum-filled pussy. "Yes," he answered.

"Well, Dough," I whispered into his ear. "I want you to know something." "What?"

"I still think you're a nice guy, and you're cute. But now I also know that you're one hell of a good fuck," I said, turning his head so I could give him a big, wet kiss right on the bare spot on top. "A girl could do a lot worse than having this bald old man hitting on her."

Todd called Doug Martin and said he'd arrive for his urine and blood tests just before noon. I took an early lunch. When I got back, both Doug and Todd were waiting in front of my office.

It was quite a sight. I'd fucked both of these men in the past few days. Neither of them knew about the other, of course, but they seemed somewhat competitive when they spoke to me, each inching closer to me and verbally sparring for my attention. I unlocked the office and prepared for the drug tests. It was fun. I'd never had two guys interested in me like this before. They were so different and yet the same in some ways. Todd was my first lover. I let him fuck me simply because I was so horny I was about to burst. Well, the fact that he was a totally awesome hunk didn't hurt either. Todd, I also learned as we talked about why he was leaving, was a rich kid. His daddy owned some huge company, and Todd was graduating with a business degree in a couple of weeks and going out to California for a well-paying job.

Doug, on the other hand, wasn't nearly as good a catch. He was in his early 40s, lived on a coach's salary and was starting to go bald, and soft. But I didn't fuck him because of his body. I really liked Doug because he was so sweet.

I started teasing them a little. After all, they were trying so hard. I took the blood samples in two numbered tubes, and when I put a bandage on Todd's arm I let him rub on me sneakily- both of us watching the coach waiting impatiently by the door. When I released him arm, they both observed as I put the tubes immediately into the locked sample case. Then each of us signed the proper forms for the test.

When I had the little toilet and dressing room cleared of all extra equipment, I told the coach to check it thoroughly. The college is very strict when it comes to these drug test, and the procedures we have to go through are pretty much foolproof. After Coach Martin checked the room, Todd took the numbered cups. I checked the door, looking to make sure the inside bell was working. We all signed off for the test, and Todd went into the bathroom. I could tell that Doug wasn't comfortable, and I didn't really want to hurt his feelings, so I walked him out.

When I got back in two or three minutes, I leaned on the door and waited at least 10 minutes. Finally, I knocked at the door.

"Todd, honey?" I called. "Are you OK in there?" "Yes," he said.

"If you can't pee," I said. "I can get you some water."

"That's not the problem," he laughed. "I've got to piss so bad my back teeth are floating."

I had no idea what that meant, but it was obvious that there was some kind of problem. "I'm opening up, Todd," I said.

He was still there, his robe tied tightly around his waist. The two cups were sitting on the back of the toilet, they were empty.

"Now," I said, in my nurse-in-charge voice. "What's going on?" "I don't seem to able to pee," he said. "Why?"

Todd opened the robe. His swung out, and it was so hard that it stood up straight, pointing toward his belly button.