1. Oh How I Love April Showers


    Date: 1/26/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Hardcore, Male/Teen Female, Reluctance, Young, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    The rain was pounding on the roof. The old building was built on the cheap, hey it was a small town overall. It was mostly some type of metal, and it sounded like a million tiny drummers keeping up a chaotic rhythm. And the pounding on the roof by the rain was fucking loud, really loud. Annoyingly so. Thank god it was, thank god there was no chance of someone overhearing me shout: "Oh, oh, oh OH CHRIST! RRRRRRRRR Fuck! Nna!" The scream came out of my mouth as the first shot of cum erupted from my dick. But I am getting ahead of myself. My name is Will Pasalaqua. I live in a small cluster of towns in south eastern Colorado, and had been the Track Coach, PE teacher, and school driving instructor at the local high school most of my life. I grew up in one of the towns surrounding the school and I went to CSU on a track scholarship. I married my high school sweetheart, and we had 3 kids, one just entering college. I had turned 56 five weeks ago and was looking forward to the end of the year, just like all teachers and students. The state championships were in two weeks and I had stepped up the kids training. I trained both the girls and boys running teams, hurdle teams and the sprinters. The football coach handled the other track and field’s sports we competed in. It was April 16th, and I looked forward to getting the meets done, so I would just have 4 weeks of PE left and could essentially check out. I had a good life, my wife was a good woman and was an athlete herself. She was ...
    actually 50, her having out third kid was a shock but he pulled it off at 42 and we owned our home, had no debts, went to Church 2 times a week and had a good reputation in the community. On Mondays and Wednesdays I coached the boys. On Tuesday and Thursday it was the girls. Now I am a human man. Yes, it is hard to watch girls bouncing around all day, and every once in a bunch I get a looker to want to do track. There had been Bridgette, the cheerleader, junior prom queen and swimmer. She was gorgeous and had an ass and legs to die for. There was Morgan, she had the worst form but the greatest tits. There had been Julie, wow had a face of an angel and whose tits were erect every time she ran. There had been many, many more. I often would arrive home and be pent up watching a girl my mind could only go to bad places thinking about. Now my wife was a looker, pretty and very fit. But she was old, and old women weren't like old guys. Guys could often look more handsome as they aged, if they kept themselves in shape. Women, no matter how hard they worked out, or trained or ate, even toned and no fat and they would still have loose, flabby feeling spots. The lower thigh, the upper arm, the breasts, the ass. It was just nature, but a man's mind doesn't think that way, at least the primal part, it always wants the healthy mate. Now I have never cheated on my wife, she has been a gem of a find. But I fantasized often about the girls on my teams through the years. My wife had been the ...
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