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My name is Loni, I’m 57 years old. Like most women my age, my big boobs hang down on my chest, I have a tummy roll, and I have to color my hair. Unlike most women, however, I’ve had sex with a lot of men. I could count them, if I took time to think about it, but don’t really care. Let’s just call it 30 plus, and leave it at that.
I was born with curly red hair, a bright red shade that attracted a lot of attention. It set off my pale skin and hazel eyes, eyes that also got attention from men. Growing up, I was taller than most girls, topping out at 5′ 5″. I was slender, and very much a tomboy. My boobs started to develop around age 12, and between ages 15 and 18, my boobs really grew, going from a B cup to a lush set of D cups. Of course, when that happened, the boys no longer paid attention to my hair. My hips spread, a little, but for a girl my size I had, and still have, a pretty small ass.
I’m not a dumb person, but I had troubles all through school, and was held back twice. First time was 2nd grade, due to reading problems. I was lucky, we had a very kind and helpful remedial reading counselor, and she helped me so much, enough I was able to manage from then on. Second time was 7th grade, and it was all my fault. I had an attitude, didn’t do my work, and was rewarded with getting to do 7th grade over. My parents came down on me hard, and I made sure it never happened again. My grades were never great, but good enough to graduate, and even more important, good enough to stay eligible for sports. Being held back twice, plus the fact that my parents sent me to school when I was 6, meant I was 20 years old going into my senior year of high school, and would turn 21 two days after graduation.
I grew up in a Upper Midwest blue collar town, where the fathers worked for General Motors, or in one of the mills, and the moms took care of the house and family. Not sure what it was like anywhere else, but in our area, the upper class white girls played volleyball, the black girls played basketball, and girls like me played softball. We were a rough bunch, with filthy mouths, and absolute loyalty to our teammates, school, and community. We yelled at each other, in practice and games, we yelled at the coach, we yelled at the umpires, but mostly we yelled at the other teams. And of course, they yelled back. The umpires were from the area, so they were like us, and ignored the insults hurled back and forth between dugouts.
Our coach, Frank Jackson, was the biggest hard-ass ever born, and his mouth made even us blush. He didn’t look the part, being 5’7″ at most, with glasses, a bald head, and a bristly mustache. But in spite of his looks, he was a hell of a coach, and the school board loved him in spite of his rough edges. For the most part, we loved him too. He was hard on us, but 100% fair, and if you played hard and smart, he was your biggest fan. I was a hard-ass too, wanting not just to win, but to dominate the other team, so it was only natural that two intense personalities would clash. He and I had some titanic clashes, but we understood and respected each other. After practice, I often hung out in his office, and began to get hints his interest in me was more than professional. Being teenagers, we girls would make fun of him behind his back, and when a group of us would get together, with beer of course, we’d make up all sorts of plans to get him, usually involving giving him a blow job.
As I said, I got a lot of attention from boys. Most were too intimidated by my loud mouth and attitude, but that didn’t bother the rougher guys. I’d have a boyfriend for a couple of months, then we’d get tired of each other and split up. I lost my virginity in 8th grade, and by the time senior year began, I was pretty experienced for a high school girl. I’d even dated a couple of guys from out of town, something that was unheard of, but like the rest, they couldn’t handle me for long. For me, getting a guy to do what I wanted in bed was as big a thrill as hitting a home run. I seriously got off on the power I had over boys, and didn’t care that all they wanted was to fuck me. After all, that was all I wanted, too.
Senior year went by fast, lots of partying and sex, until spring arrived, then I got down to business. We had another great season, wining the county title, and making it to the state tournament. I was also on track to graduate, do in part to Coach Jackson getting me into his yearbook class. For two class credits, we put together the school yearbook. I had a talent for working in the photo lab, so Coach Jackson kept me in there most of the time, and gave me an A both semesters as a reward, and a way to keep me eligible. It also gave him an excuse to be in the lab alone with me, and over that school year we had some deep conversations. I learned he and his wife didn’t always get along, no surprise there, and also how much he appreciated my hard play leadership. Once games started, however, it back to business, and the conversations were all about the team, and upcoming opponents. Still, there was a lot of ‘accidental” ataşehir escort bayan contact, brushing into me when walking past, that sort of thing, not that I minded, of course. I decided, in fact, to make a move on him if I got a chance, and see how he reacted.
Our season had ended, and there had been a huge party at the lake over the weekend. There was another week of school left, and I was in the lab, developing some pictures when I heard Coach Jackson come in. I had the curtain drawn and the red lights on, and called out to warn him I was working. The light in the outer room went out, and I heard him lock the door. Then he was behind me, looking over my shoulder.
“Hmm, not bad, that one on the left is real good, in fact. What do you think?” As he leaned forward, I felt his chest brush lightly against my back. Now, do it now, the voice in my head was screaming. I took a deep breath, and turned so i was facing him, our faces inches apart. Without stopping, I put my arms around his neck, and pulled his lips to mine. He gave a tiny jerk, then put his hands on my hips, and kissed me back. It started as a simple kiss, but then his tongue stabbed into my mouth, and I felt his body press against mine. I tongued him back, and felt his cock getting hard against me, a cock that was definitely not small.
Then, he stopped, and pushed away from me, giving me a hard look. Then, without a word, he turned and left the room. I waited until the class was almost over, and returned to the classroom, where I shot the breeze with the other kids until the bell rang. I started to get up, and Coach Jackson waved me over.
“Shut the door,” he said, after the last kid had left. I shut the door, and sat down on a desk in front of him, giving him an innocent look. He stared at the ceiling for a minute, then looked at me.
“What happened, we need to keep that between you and me, okay?”
“Sure, I don’t want you to get in trouble.” He nodded his head at that.
“Right, because that’s what it wold be, trouble. Trouble I don’t want or need.” I hopped down off the desk, sauntered to the door, and looked back at him over my shoulder.
“Just want you to know, I liked it, and I think you did too.” Then I left the room. Nothing more happened that week, and with the weekend came graduation, followed by another big party. I thought a lot about Coach Jackson, and every time I did, I’d get excited thinking about how he took control of the situation. Then I’d laugh at how I turned it back on him. I was also curious at what he had in his pants, it had felt long and thick. The more I thought bout it, the more I wanted to do more than just kiss him. Knowing that he’d be working some at the ballfield, I started driving by, looking for his car. After a couple of days, I spied it, with no other vehicles around, so I pulled in, and walked into the maintenance building. He was in the back room, surrounded by piles of uniforms and equipment. He looked up, with a funny smile on his face.
“Hi Loni, what’s up? You over your hangover yet?” I pulled up a folding chair and sat down. I had on a loose tank top, and short shorts.
“Hell yes, that was days ago.”
“Hmph, as much beer as I heard was there, I’m surprised.”
“Where’d you hear that?” I said, leaning forward, putting my elbows on my knees. Now he could see down the front of my shirt, and also had a good look at my crotch. He gave me a long look, obviously looking me over, then went back to his work.
“I hear everything, you know that. I know Billy Tompkins broke his arm being a dumbass on a bicycle, I know Terri Smith got so drunk she passed out, and her parents are seriously pissed off, and I know you wanted to fight half the people there.” When he said the last part, he got a sly grin on his face.
“Yeah, so what, they had it coming.” I shot back. I stood up, and walked over to the table where he was working, leaning back against it with my arms crossed. He just looked at me, and grinned. He sure knew how to push my buttons.
“I’m sure they did, you don’t start fights, you just like to finish them. So, what’s on your mind today?” He had put down the clipboard, and moved closer to me. Giving my hair a toss, I glared at him.
“I wanted to hang out, but since you’re making fun of me, I’m not so sure.” He just shook his head, came closer yet, and put a hand on my arm.
“Not making fun, just telling it the way it is.” I looked away, then started to say something when he grabbed my other arm, and kissed me. It wasn’t a soft romantic kiss either, it was hard, demanding, and very exciting. Immediately his tongue shot into my mouth and wrapped around mine, while he pushed his pelvis against me. I kissed him back, hard as I could, and grabbed his ass to pull him closer. I could feel his hard cock bulging out. I’d barely had time for that thought to register, when he spun me around, holding me against the edge of the table. I gasped as he gabbed the hem of my shirt, and roughly pulled it up over my head. This was happening escort kadıöy fast, I thought, as I felt him unsnap the hooks on my bra. He pushed it forward off my shoulders, and my boobs fell out into his hands. Now he pulled me back tight against him, squeezing my tits while he licked and sucked at the side of my neck. I shoved a hand between us, and grabbed his cock through his pants, trying to get back a bit of control, but it wasn’t to be. He let go of my tits, and pushed me forward, so I was supporting my weight on my hands.
The next thing I knew, he was pulling down my shorts and panties. I had just enough time to step out of them, when his hand shot between my legs. A thick finger slid up my slit and onto my clit, then gave it several hard quick rubs. I shuddered as my legs almost gave way, but managed to stay on my feet. Meanwhile, Frank kept rubbing my clit, and tugging his own clothes off. I was good and wet when he pulled his hand away, and replaced it with the fat bulb of his cock. It felt big as a tennis ball as it slid up and down between the swollen pussy lips, then found my opening and started pushing in. My eyes and mouth flew open wide as my cunt stretched around his girth. I’d had a lot of cocks, some of them pretty big, but none this size. He just kept pushing, never letting up, just forced his way in until I felt his pubes scratching my ass. God he was big! I was down on my elbows, my boobs laying flat under me on the table, my legs spread wide with a big old cock up inside me. Then he pulled it out and did it again.
He gave me several long slow strokes, and I was getting used to it, when he suddenly shoved it in fast, slapping against my ass.
“Oh Fuck!” I cried out. He stopped.
“What did you say?” he asked quietly. I froze, I’d heard that quiet tone before, right before all hell broke loose. “I said, what did you say?” he hissed, giving his hips a thrust for empahsis.
“Fuck, I said fuck,” almost crying with fear. His hands slid up my back, and grabbed the tops of my shoulders.
“That’s it, just fuck? What else? What do you want me to fuck?” Holding my shoulders for leverage, he drew back, and pushed back in, not as hard as before.
“Me,” I whispered.
“I can’t hear you,” he said again.
“Me, fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” I cried, before he could ram it into me again.
“All right Loni, I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time, and now I’m going to, but not like those little boys, I’m going to fuck you like a man, and you’ll love it.” And he was right. He fucked me for a good 10 minutes, making me cum a couple of times. At the end, he turned me around and made me kneel, and he jacked the thick pole in front of my face until he came. Cum spewed out onto my face, in my hairs, and mostly in my mouth. I’d never swallowed before, but I knew better than to spit it out. He helped me clean up and get dressed, then told me I had better leave, before someone came in and saw us. I was sore for a couple of days after, but even with the discomfort, I couldn’t get what happened out of my mind. It wasn’t just the incredible fucking, it was also the fact I’d let a man dominate me, something that had never happened. I wanted to see him again, and this time be the one in control.
My folks made me go to work, and I had plans to go to a community college in the fall. Evenings, I would drive by his house, but every time his wife’s car would be in the drive. He wasn’t at the school either, and I’d about given up hope, resigning myself to having to suck it up and move on. My aunt was friends with his wife, and one Sunday I snapped to attention when I heard my aunt say Coach’s wife was going to be leaving the next day, going to see her mother on the East Coast. Not wasting time, the next day I told my mom I’d be staying with a friend, and after dark drove past Franks’s house. There was a light on, so I drove past, and parked in the grocery store lot a block away. As I walked back, my nerves were on edge, wondering how it would go.
Stepping into the shadows on the front porch, I looked around, but seeing no one, rang the doorbell. Nothing, no noise from in the house. Moving over to the window, the curtains were drawn, but I could see through a narrow gap, and there was a light on back in the house. Suddenly, the door opened, making me jump. Frank poked his head out, and saw me.
“What the hell are you doing, come on in.” I brushed past him, noticing he smelled like aftershave and deodorant, a good manly combination. We stood in the darkened hallway, looking at each other. He had on only boxers, I was in a tank top, no bra, and shorts with no panties underneath. He closed the distance between us, pressing me back against the wall, his hands up under my top, groping my boobs. I sucked in my breath, startled by the sudden move. Then he was kissing me, his tongue forcing its way in. I pushed a hand down the front of his shorts, grabbing the hardening shaft, making him groan into my mouth.
An idea came to me, and I pushed him away. Before he could maltepe escort react, I dropped to my knees, yanked down his boxers, and took the big cockhead into my mouth. I couldn’t take much of it, but I licked and sucked at and around the head, and stroked the shaft at the same time. Looking up, I could his head was thrown back, and I smiled to myself, I had finally gained some control. His cock got harder and thicker, and I was amazed I had been able to take it, and also knowing it would be inside me again tonight. My jaw started to get tired, and I pulled off, looking up at him.
“I want you to fuck me, Frank,” I said when he opened his eyes. “But I want you to lick my cunt first.” His face broke out in a grin.
“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Come on.” He helped me to my feet, and led me to the bedroom, where he sat down on the bed, and watched me get out of my skimpy clothes. His eyes lit up when I bent over to get out of my shorts, my tits hanging down and swaying. Then I crawled up on the bed beside him, and lay down, spreading my legs for him to see. He wasted no time, getting between my legs, and diving into my wet pussy. He was good, knew how to make a girl feel good, and soon I was thrashing around as an intense orgasm ripped though me. I tried to lift my ass off the bed, but he held me down, and kept swiping his tongue over and around my clit. The sensations were almost too much, but he wouldn’t stop, and in no time gave me another one. This time he stopped, and rolled over on his back next to me, waiting for me to catch my breath.
When I stopped seeing stars, I got up on an elbow and looked at him, just laying there staring at me, slowly stroking his massive tool.
“Jesus, Coach, no one’s ate me that good, ever.”
“No, I bet not. You ready to sit yourself on this?” He waggled his cock. Yes, I was ready. Sitting up, I straddled his stomach, and reached behind me to find his cock. Taking it in hand, I guided the head to my sopping wet cunt. When I felt the head slip between the outer lips, I pushed back, feeling it stretch my hole again. This time wasn’t as bad, and it went in easier. Slowly, I lowered myself onto it, feeling it go deeper inside, until it bottomed out. I could feel a couple of inches still outside, but any deeper was going to hurt, so being careful, I started to go up and down on it, leaning forward and putting my hands on his chest. My tits swayed under me as I moved, and could see him staring at them, the pink nipples engorged from the lust I was feeling. Suddenly, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up.
“You on the pill?” he asked, giving me a hard look.
“Sure am Coach, little late to be asking, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, kinda, but I pulled out last time, so wanted to be sure. Okay, go back to what you were doing.” His hands slipped down to cup my boobs, his thumbs rolling across my nipples. I threw my head back and arched my back, making my tits stick out. I heard him gasp, and smiled, I was still in control. I rode him for several minutes, and marveled at his stamina, a high school boy would have popped off a long time ago. When my legs started to get tired, I rolled off him onto the sheets.
“Whew, your turn to do some work.” He grunted, and got on top of me, expertly guiding his cock to my pussy with no hands, and pushing back into me. I crossed my ankles over his lower back, wrapped my arms around his neck, and settled back to be fucked. He didn’t disappoint, stroking into me hard and fast. He’d reached down and grabbed my ass with both hands, holding me in place while he pumped his cock in and out. It was glorious, the best fuck I’d ever had, and I didn’t want it to end, but even Frank couldn’t hold out forever. His pace picked up, and I could feel and hear him breathing with the effort as he drove himself to the finish.
“Mmmmm…fuck…oh yeah” he groaned as he emptied his hot cum into me. I held on tight, shuddering as I got another one myself. When he was spent, he lay on top of me, and I could feel his heart pounding. When he recovered, he got up and fetched a couple of beers for us. I ended up spending the night, getting fucked again in the morning before I left. I went back a couple of days later, and spent the night again. Frank fucked me in every position possible, before finally cumming inside me again. Someone must have seen me leave, and called his wife, because she flew home the next day. I heard there was a huge argument, and she threw his ass out for a couple of days. After that, I didn’t try to go back.
I partied away the summer, went to college in the fall, and got certified as a nursing aide. Working in the hospital, I got to know a lot of cool people, and partied with them almost every weekend. That was the beginning of a long string of sexual encounters, ending when I met the man that I eventually married. We were married 17 years, had a daughter, then things fell apart and we divorced. After the divorce, I went from one man to another, unable to form a lasting relationship. A couple of years ago, with the advice and help of a close friend, I finally was able to break the cycle. As she so aptly put it, as long as I was giving it away, no man was going to have any respect for me. So I stopped, at least with the casual sex. I still drink too much, but I’m not too worried about it.
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