[MF] Mrs. Wilson and the Soccer Coach

Mrs. Wilson rose to her feet, screaming with excitement as her daughter Bella dribbled the ball through the defense. It was her final year of high school, her final soccer game, on her 18th birthday no less, with less than a minute to go, and the team was tied.

She faked to the left and played the ball to the right, tripping up the final defender. Just her and the keeper. Bella went for a shot, pulled back at the last second, the keeper dove onto the ground, the goal was empty, defenseless.

With a confidence and precision that Mrs. Wilson never thought her capable of, Bella hit the ball into the back of the net. The crowd erupted. Mrs. Wilson’s chest burned with pride for her little girl. Quickly her gaze went to the coach, celebrating with the team on the sideline as the final whistle blew.

Coach D was a godsend. It was his first year as head coach, but you wouldn’t know it to watch him. Not only was he confident and commanding with the team, he was effective. All of the girls loved him (as did all of the team moms), and Bella, who had been resigned to being a benchwarmer every other season, blossomed under his guidance. She didn’t even seem like the same girl anymore. The awkward shy little girl had become a confident, athletic young woman.

Endorphins flooded Mrs. Wilson’s brain. She should show the coach her appreciation. She should help him celebrate his victory. Her thoughts began to wander, until she was shaken from her daydream by her husband at her side.

“Wow, can you believe our little girl scored the winning goal?” He asked her.

Oaf, she thought. Of course he would state the obvious. He couldn’t be less like Coach D…he was fat, out of shape, lazy, and stupid. Everything she knew thar clCoach wasn’t.

“She’s not a little girl anymore,” Mrs. Wilson responded. “Coach D has turned her into a woman.”

As they filed out of the stands with the rest of the parents, Bella met them with a giant hug. They told her how proud they were of her.

“I couldn’t have done it without Coach D’s help,” she said. “He’s the best coach I’ve ever had!”

I know, thought Mrs. Wilson. And he deserves to be worshiped.

As they walked towards the car, she saw him carrying the ball bag in the direction of the shed. Glancing at her husband and her daughter, she had a slight moment’s hesitation before telling them that she forgot her water bottle in the stands, and that she would meet them back at the car.

As they walked in opposite directions, she waited until they were far enough away before quickly cutting towards the soccer shed.

She glanced from side to side, making sure no one was watching her as she followed Coach. He unlocked the door and walked inside. Mrs. Wilson increased her pace, and slipped inside the door just before it shut.

Coach D was busy on the other end of the shed, putting the ball bag in its place. He didn’t realize yet that he wasn’t alone. Mrs. Wilson slightly unzipped the front of her top, exposing her cleavage and her black sports bra as she cleared her throat.

With a minor jump in his step, Coach D turned around. She saw the look on his face change from surprise to recognition.

“Mrs. Wilson….I’m surprised to see you here. Bella played so well today. Can I…help you with something?”

As he trailed off, she saw his gaze move down her face to her exposed chest. A new look flashed across his face then: a devilish smile. He leaned back against the locker with confidence, crossing his arms. She could see slight movement in his pants. It made her mouth water. She slowly walked closer to him.

“Well Coach…I’ve just been so happy with your work this season. The girls really love you…”

As she talked, she slowly walked closer. She reached up and took the zipper to her top in between two fingers, and slowly started to unzip it even more.

“And it’s easy to see why they love you so much. All the moms love you too…probably for the same reason…”

She walked closer. He just looked at her, undressing her with his eyes as she noticed the bulge in his pants throb. She fully undid the zipper, letting him see her tits tightly contained by the sports bra.

“I just thought…I should find some way to show you how appreciative we really are.”

She was less than a foot from him now. He placed his hand on the outline of his cock, squeezing it, as he bit his lip.

Mrs. Wilson was a woman possessed. The momentum couldn’t be stopped now. She felt her thong pressed up tight against her pussy, felt the fabric soften as wetness started to leak out of her. Automatically she started to drop to her knees, feeling the corse dirty cement floor against her knees as she slowly crawled right up in between Coach’s legs. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair as she looked up at him, hey eyes wide.

“How kind of you, Mrs. Wilson,” he told her. His voice radiated authority, making her feel like a teenager again. “But if you really want to help me, you’d better make it quick. I saw your husband in the stands today…”

She bit her lip. Being reminded of her husband should have caused her to hesitate. Instead, it only made the wetness between her legs grow. She reached up, scratching gently under his shirt along his toned abs, digging her fingers under the waistline of his pants, and gently pulling them down.

As she did, she felt the resistance of his hard cock stopping the pants from coming down. She pulled harder, letting it spring free.

It slapped against her face. Thick, heavy, swollen, throbbing, and at least twice as long as her pathetic husband.

She gasped and grabbed the shaft in her hand, wrapping her fingers around its girth. She noticed her wedding ring shine against Coach D’s cock, ushering in a new wave of wetness between her legs. She looked up at him with his perfect cock tightly gripped in her hand.

“I guess I’d better thank you quickly then,” she said, before opening her mouth and plunging herself onto his cock. He let out a moan as he placed his hand on the back of her head. Mrs. Wilson felt the swollen head smash into the back of her throat, causing her to stifle a gag. Mr. Wilson couldn’t hit the back of her throat like that if he tried. She grabbed onto either side of Coach’s thighs, using the leverage to push herself down farther on his cock, forcing more and more of him down her throat. He pushed on the back of her head at the same time, encouraging her.

She was desperate to show him that she could take his entire cock, desperate to show him how much she appreciated him, desperate to be a good girl for him. As she felt her nose press agaisnt his waist, the last mental barrier holding back her most perverted thoughts and desires fell away. She felt him literally throbbing in her throat as she held her breath for as long as she could. Tears ran down her eyes before she finally pulled back, letting his cock spill out of her mouth still trailing her drool. She gasped for air as she furiously stroked his cock with her spit. What came out of her mouth next surprised even her.

“Bella would be so jealous if she saw me deep throating your cock, Coach. All of the girls want you. All of the moms want you. My husband isn’t half the man you are.”

She quickly impaled herself on his cock again, forcing a “gyuck gyuck gyuck” sound from her throat as she did, before pulling up.

“I wonder if Bella is as much of a slut as her mom,” he growled at her, his hand still on the back of her head.

His comment should have terrified her, disgusted her. Instead, it only made a wet spot start to spread between her legs on her leggings.

“Maybe you need to coach her how to be a good slut too. You turned her into a star player, I’m sure you could turn her into a star cock whore. Now fuck my face and fill me with your cum then send me back to my family.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Coach D placed both of his hands on the back of her head and held it in place as he thrust his powerful cock inside her throat, bashing against her windpipe, using her mouth like a fleshlight. Mrs. Wilson placed both of her hands on the filthy ground to steady herself, arching her back and sticking out her ass. She could feel that her legging had come down slightly and knew that half of her ass and her bright red thong were exposed.

He kept pounding and pounding into her throat. Drool spilled down her cheek and pooled under her on the concrete floor. His thrust became faster and faster. She tasted precum leaking from his cock and knew he was close. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks as Mrs. Wilson felt her hands and knees scrape against the rough floor.

Finally, with a grunt, he pushed her down until his cock was buried inside her throat, making her squirm. She could actually feel his cock fill with cum inside her before it erupted out of him. The warmth spread through her soul as she eagerly swallowed as much of it as she could. It became too much, and she coughed on his cock, spitting up cum as he slowly pulled it out. It dribbled down her chin as he leaned back in empty-breathed satisfaction, looking down at her.

Mrs. Wilson rose to her feet slowly, using her finger to scrape the last remnants of cum from her chin into her mouth, swallowing it down and savoring the warm taste.

“You certainly showed me how much you appreciate my coaching, Mrs. Wilson.”

“Thanks Coach…” she told him, catching her breath and brushing off her hands and knees, zipping her top back up. “I just want to be your star player. Hopefully we can have a training session soon…”

“I think that can be arranged. But you’d better get out there. I’m sure Mr. Wilson and Bella are wondering where you are.”

Carefully opening the door and looking both ways, Mrs. Wilson looked back one more time as coach tucked his massive cock back into his pants.

“Talk soon,” she told him with a wink, before slipping out the door and quickly walking to the parking lot. Each step caused her thighs to rub against each other, slippery with her wetness. It wasn’t enough, she thought. She needed more. She needed to cum.

When she got into the car, Bella and Mr. Wilson gave her an odd look. “What took so long?” He asked her.

“Sorry baby…I ran into coach and had to tell him just how much we appreciated him.”

Bella spoke up from the back seat. “I’m going to miss coach D so so much next year at college,” she sighed.

“Well…maybe we can have him over for dinner sometime before you go,” she said with a coy smile on her lips.

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