Dia's Weekend with Coach E-Book

Neale Sourna

• Herausgeber: PIE: Perception Is Everything
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Serie: Dia
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 75

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

        Naughty cheerleader Dia has just come of age, preferring older men, well, one particular older man. She wants everyone’s favorite team coach and teacher, Mr. Dean, who has been good and strong, resisting her; but, when she enters Mr. Dean’s home, in nothing but lace and desire. Now, Mr. D will coach and teach teenager Dia what a man, not a boy, really wants in a lovely grown woman.

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14,210 words approx. / Romantic Erotica (Hard)

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Leseprobe

Contents

Synopsis

Dia’s Weekend with Coach (2)

Mr. Dean’s Bed—Saturday Morning

A Breakfast at Mr. Dean’s

Snooping Around Mr. Dean’s

Mr. Dean’s Surprise Return

Mr. Dean’s Extra Meal of Dia

Presenting Her Backside to Mr. Dean

Getting to the Point, with Mr. Dean

Mr. Dean’s Other Surprise Guest

Mr. Dean’s Smells His Hand

Dia’s Nosy Mistake

Mr. Dean’s Closet Girl

Dia Comes Out of the Closet

Dia’s Time to Learn Ass-Loving

Mr. Dean’s Foreplay Sex Story

Mr. Dean Takes Dia on the Carpet

Chillin’ with Mr. Dean

Mr. Dean’s Nighttime Surprise

Dogs in the Ass Grass

Sunday Morning with Mr. Dean

Parting from Mr. Dean

Sexting Mr. Dean

Synopsis: Dia’s Coach (1)

Synopsis: Dia’s Team Bang (3)

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Synopsis

Naughty cheerleader Dia continues her virgin lovemaking weekend with one of her school’s favorite teachers; Mr. Dean, the tri-state area’s most popular and winningest team coach, in two sports!

“Dean builds men!” the sports press crows.

Now, behind the closed doors of his home, Mr. D’s building a lover to satisfy his most intimate appetites, molding young Dia, teaching her what it means to “come of age,” while teaching this willing teenager wicked activities to play in all her feminine entrances.

Anything to please Mr. D pleases sweet Dia.

14,210 words approx. / Romantic Erotica (Hard)

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Dia’s Weekend with Coach (2)

by Neale Sourna

Mr. Dean’s Bed—Saturday Morning

Something stiff was poking young Dia’s firm, naked behind; it was a hard, thick and warm thing, all insistent and shit, poking at her round, tan buttocks; rousing her awake from dreams of enthusiastically cheering on the field in front of the entire school and their main rivals, too—completely naked, doing Russian jumps and cartwheels—cheering for Mr—.

What the fuc—?! It was like her mind was awake in two places; on the field and getting poked...? Hm, the yummy scent of—.

I’m in Mr. Dean’s bed! With Mr. D. Wow!

And to confirm this joyous remembrance, he shifted his hold on his teen lover, spooning her curvy young body against his warm, masculine one, as he pushed from behind and reentered her tight cunt that was still - slick - from - last - night’s – fuck.

“Hmmm. Yes, Mr. Dean. I love th–...”

She reached back to hold him to her, to encourage him; it felt so good filled with him, in his warm bed, his hard body against hers, skin to sk—.

His morning hard on. Mr. Dean’s fucking me with his morning hard on! I’m the first thing he wants. All weekend alone together, having all kinds of nasty, pervy, delicious, hot adult sex!

Stevie’s head would explode, if he knew. Well, I’m not telling him. He’d probably tell my mom and then she’d get pissed and tell the schoo—.

Oh, God. Fuck the cheer squad, too. Jealous much. All those loose-limbed bitches cackled that I’d “NEVER GET Mr. Dean, not ever!”

Oh, my fucking god…!

“Ohhh. Yesss, MMMr….”

Dia’s thoughts ceased all their crazed squirrel circlings, as sensations and pleasure overtook her, making her insides dance as her body moved in sweet motion with most students’ favorite teacher, well, besides Dr. Hupper in Brit Lit. Mr. Dean held her lush, naked young body to his hard muscled one, while the man penetrated her juicy teen cunt to the full, stretching her tight.

She really loved the feel of him bare against her, of his bare cock inside her vulnerable cunt, as they rode each other skin to skin, lust to lust.

Did I save that article about Scottish research on hormonal benefits of skin on skin sex? “Rawdoggin’, as Tibby Cross calls—.

That incompleted logical thought dissolved away, far out of her mind’s grasp, as Dia’s body moved in contrary gyrations, around and around she moved and “sucked” on him from deep within her, and in general drove him mad for her, until her mad climaxes came, triggering his, wiping away, in gasps and panting breaths, any reality that didn’t include just the two of them merged together as one .

“Oh, fuck me, girl. I could really get used to this, fucking you every damn morning. And night.”

“I don’t think that’s physically or emotionally possible, Mr. D. Plus, my mom might wonder where the hell I was every damn morning, and night; but, it would be so delicious, just the same.” She wiggled on his cock. “Yum. Yum. Yummm.”

“Don’t stop doing that,” he breathed into her ear, hot breath burning her skin, their bodies sweat damp, still radiating from reverberations deep within. And they smelled so damn good, together; their own sexy scent, together. “You’re learning how to fuck just like I love it, Dia. You’re always ready and wet, too. No ‘do you really love me’ coy shit, just wanting it, wanting m….”

He didn’t finish, as he wrapped a python strong, hairy leg around hers, holding her fixed in place below, while he stretched her wrists over her head with one strong hand holding them above, enjoying the view of her on full display: her firm breasts and concaved belly with her luxuriant pubic rise.

“I meant to ask last night, Baby; but....”

“We were too busy fucking?”

“Well, yes, that. Anyway, I’m just surprised you have pubic hair, with the fashion being no hair. I like it. Fuck. I love it’s softness and—.”

“Cause you’re an old guy.” He guffawed, like being called “old” didn’t matter. Cool. “Shaved it all once, it itched all crazy mad. You do not want itching in places you can’t scratch in public. Plus, I don’t like blades around my delicate girl bits.”

“There’s a thing called waxing.”

“Ha-ha. I got it waxed, once, too. Don’t like other women lurking around down there, poking their fingers around for stray hairs; plus, it hurt like a screaming bitch, having everything ripped out. And it made everything all.... With nothing between me and my panties and stuff—.”

“You were too sexy?”

“I am always that, Mr. D. It was just.... Oversensitive, in a bad way. I felt everything, like ALL THE FUCKING TIME, rubbing against all my girly sex bits. Fucking annoying. The hairy buffer zone’s good, I like buffer protection, my grades have gone back up since my queefer’s been redressed.

“Plus, I’m not into looking like a naked, immature baby, anymore. I’ve been acting grown up for a while, and now I am. Well, for the most part. So, I’m thinking, who, but a child fetishist, wants to have sex with a bald camel toe? Besides, when I got old enough and my mom explained my body changes, I was all proud to be grownup enough to have hair, so why rip it out, like it’s a bad, ‘unclean’ thing?”

“Why indeed? Who said ‘unclean’?”

“You don’t need to know. You already know she’s an idiot.”

He squinted, wondering what student or teacher they both knew could be this “she idiot”; but became distracted in stroking her soft bush and tugging on it before leaning down to add pinching and fondling her sensitive nipples and areolas with tongue and lips; making her completely and utterly wild, while still stuffed full deep with his long, fat grown up man’s cock all ALIVE inside her and attached to a man who really