“Jesus Christ Brandon! Kick the ball not the other kids!” Johnny yelled towards the boys on the field. He wondered why he let himself get talked into coaching his nephew’s soccer team. Watching a bunch of 7 yr olds running around trying to kick a ball was not how he liked to spend his Saturday afternoons. Some of the kids were funny to watch, some were little bastards, and some were just completely spastic. Certainly not Olympic material despite what their parents seemed to think. Regardless he had a few cold beers left in his cooler and the game was almost over.
“Sir! Mr. Coach! Whoever you are!” a shrill voice came from behind him.
Johnny turned to see a woman in her mid thirties wearing a typical Karen outfit and haircut gripping a big Starbucks cup in one hand and jangling her Mercedes SUV keys in the other. A large designer purse hung from her elbow.
“I’m Coach Johnny. What can I do for you?” Johnny said.
The woman looked Johnny up and down with a sneer on her face.
“You can start by telling me why my son isn’t out there playing soccer. This is a soccer team, isn’t it?” she asked angrily.
“Which one of the little bastards is yours” Johnny replied with his best friendly smile.
“Excuse me? What did you just say?” the woman asked, her eyes ablaze with fury.
“I said, which one… of the little bastards… is your little bastard.” Johnny retorted his smile waning.
“Oh that’s it! I will have you fired! Do you know who my husband is?”
“Look lady, I don’t even know who YOU are much less your husband.”
“I am Mrs. J. Stuart Trumbull. My husband is a partner at Klein, Abbot, and Trumbull. And you are in big trouble mister.”
“Oh you must be little Stuart’s mother. He’s a funny little spaz. He kind of runs like a girl but he tries real hard. I put him on the bench because he gets winded easily. He’s over there drinking a juice box.” Johnny said pointing a skinny pale-skinned little boy sitting on the bench.
“This is unacceptable! Did you just call my son a spaz?” Mrs. J. Stuart Trumbull asked.
“Not to his face.” Johnny smiled back. “Look lady, your son is good kid. I let all the kids play. None of them are going to be soccer stars, they’re just out there having fun. If you have a problem with that then I suggest you just get fucked.”
“Well I have never!” the woman screamed.
“No you probably haven’t. Maybe if you did once in a while you wouldn’t be such a bitch.” Johnny suggested.
Mrs. J. Stuart Trumbull stood there with her mouth open, speechless, her face red with anger, her car keys jingling in her shaking hands. She turned and stormed off to the parking lot.
The referee blew a loud whistle signalling the end of the game.
“All right boys! Bring ‘er in! Great job out there!” Johnny yelled to his team.
Later in the evening Johnny was sitting at the bar of the local pub having a beer watching a baseball game on the TV behind the bar. Country music played on the jukebox. A couple of guys were playing pool.
The door opened. Mrs. J. Stuart Trumbull walked in and sat at the other end of the bar. She seemed oblivious to the other things going on in the bar. She ordered a Grey Goose vodka on ice with lime and drank it while staring at her phone, occasionly quickly typing on it with her perfectly manicured fingers.
Johnny watched her drink several vodka with lime cocktails. She appeared sad and frustrated staring at her phone. Johnny called the bartender over and told him to send a drink over to the sad woman at the other end of the bar. The bartender delivered the drink and pointed to Johnny. She looked away from her phone for a second and mouthed the words “Thanks” towards the end of the bar, still not recognizing the man who sent the drink. Johnny could see that she had been crying.
Johnny picked up his glass of beer, walked to the other end of the bar, and sat next to the sad woman.
“Oh great. My life is falling apart and now some drunk is trying to pick me up in a lousy dive bar.” Mrs. J. Stuart Trumbull said.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Trumbull. We met earlier today. I’m Johnny, your son’s soccer coach.” Johnny said softly.
“Oh! It’s you! I am so sorry about today! This has been the worst day of my life. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. It’s just that… just…”. She hung her head, unable to finish her thoughts.
“It’s okay. Why don’t we start again? I’m Johnny. What’s your name?” Johnny asked.
“I’m Mrs… I’m Katherine… No! My soon to be ex-husband always calls me Katherine. You can call me Katie.” she said affirmatively.
“Soon to be ex?” Johnny asked.
“Yes. I just found out that the son of a bitch has been fucking his secretary. A twenty year old bimbo. That bitch! That… that.. SLUT!” Katie said angrily.
“Easy there Katie.” Johnny said in a consoling voice, “You can’t let this get the better of you.”
Katie’s phone beeped with new message. She looked at it and slammed the phone down on the bar.
“Oooh this makes me so mad. I just want to get revenge on him so bad. The son of a bitch…” Katie said. She looked up and down at Johnny, her eyes pausing slightly at his crotch. A sly smile grew on her face as if an idea just came into her mind. She put her hand on Johnny’s arm.
“Let’s get out of here.” Katie whispered to him.
It wasn’t Johnny’s first rodeo and he knew where to take the angry soccer mom. She followed him to his favorite cheap “no tell” motel a couple blocks away from the bar. He opened the motel room door for her and let her go in first then shut the door behind them.
“My God this is a dump! It’s filthy. It’s perfect!” Katie said with a big smile on her face. She dropped her purse on the floor and turned to look at Johnny standing by the door. She stared at him like a lioness about to pounce, licking her lips.
Johnny walked up to her and took her in his arms. He kissed Katie hard on the lips, sticking his tongue into her mouth. She responded with her own tongue and grabbed Johnny’s ass to pull him into her. Katie groped at the growing bulge in Johnny’s jeans. Johnny responded by sliding a hand under her yoga pants to feel her soft buttocks.
Katie broke away from their embrace and dropped to her knees. She began unzipping Johnny’s fly with a hungry look on her face. Katie’s eyes grew big when she pulled his long cock out of his jeans.
“Oh my. It’s so much bigger…” she said in awe before taking it into her mouth. Johnny stood with his hands on his hips while Katie worked her mouth and tongue on him. She tried to take him all the way into her mouth but gagged a bit each time she tried. She looked up at Johnny apologetically and he caressed her cheek.
“You’re doing great, Katie. Keep trying” he coached her. Reassured by his words, Katie kept at it, taking more and more of Johnny’s long hard cock into her mouth. Finally she got him all the way down her throat and kept it there for a couple of secs before quickly pulling her mouth away. Katie fumbled around for her purse and pulled her phone out. She turned the camera on and hand it to Johnny.
“Take pictures of me and your beautiful cock. Please?” Katie pleaded before shoving Johnny’s cock back into her mouth with both hands. Johnny complied and began taking pictures of the soccer mom with his dick. One with his dick halfway in her mouth. One of her lips kissing the head of it. Another of his dick laying across her face. And another of Katie with his cock shoved all the way in. Katie was rubbing herself through her tight yoga pants while kissing and licking and slurping on Johnny’s big cock.
Katie pulled herself away and stood up. She turned around and began taking her clothes off. Johnny put his hand on her shoulder and turned her so that she faced him, silently telling her she had no reason to be shy. He watched her undress while he he did the same. Katie was in good shape. Her breasts were large and full with rosy areolas that ended in stiff nipples. Her belly was flat and her hips were wide. Her pussy hair was trimmed neatly. Her legs were long and athletic. Katie was staring at Johnny’s body just as intensely.
They threw their clothes into a pile on the floor then fell onto the bed together, their mouths locked together in a deep kiss. Katie spread her legs and began groping around for Johnny’s cock. Johnny pulled away from the kiss and put a finger to her lips as if to say “Not yet…”
Johnny began kissing Katie’s neck and shoulders. He moved down to her chest and attentively nibbled and kissed both her firm tits. He kissed his way down to her belly and Katie giggled a bit when he stuck his tongue into her belly button. He moved his head down between her legs and gave Katie’s pussy lips a wet kiss.
“Oh my God.” Katie moaned.
Johnny worked his expert tongue over Katie’s clit, flicking on it and then sucking on it. Katie was dripping wet when he worked a long finger inside her. He slid his finger in and out of her while pressing his face into her pussy. Johnny’s arms were locked around Katie’s thighs and Katie had a grip on Johnny’s dark hair. Johnny worked his mouth all over the wet pussy shoved in his face. Long licks from her taint to her click. Nibbling and sucking on her pussy lips. Holding her clit between his teeth and sucking on it. It wasn’t long before Katie felt a shattering orgasm come over her in hot waves. Katie’s eyes rolled back into her head and her toes curled as her orgasm forced a warm wet flow of juices out of her. Johnny kept going at her, lapping up the sweet nectar.
Johnny felt her go limp and pulled himself away from her. Katie laid back on the bed, her legs still spread and her pussy glistening with her own juices. Katie held her arms outstretched towards Johnny.
“More. I want you more. I want you inside me.” Katie slurred breathlessly.
Johnny pulled Katie’s legs over his shoulders and pointed his rock hard cock at her pussy. With one gentle shove he was all the way inside her. Katie locked her feet behind his back and pulled him closer to her. Johnny began slowly pumping his cock in and out of Katie’s slick wet pussy, her greedy hole gripping him and pulling him inside her. Each time Johnny slid his cock inside her, Katie pushed her hips forward, meeting each of his thrusts. They began moving faster and faster in unison. They were grunting and moaning in animal lust. Johnny kept pumping his cock into her, faster and harder with each stroke. He could feel Katie quivering beneath him as another orgasm pulsed through her. He felt her pussy contracting tightly around his cock and felt the cum welling up in his balls. He slammed his cock into her a couple more times then pulled out and began shooting his hot load of cum all over her. Katie’s belly, tits, and face each took several spurts of sticky cum on them.
Johnny grabbed Katie’s phone and took several more pictures of the smiling, cum covered soccer mom quivering on the bed.
“Coaching soccer doesn’t seem too bad now” Johnny thought to himself.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rimsb9/the_soccer_mom_mf_fiction