As a college baseball coach, I’ve always tried to impress upon the guys the importance of practice, practice, and more practice. After a recent, unexpected incident, however, I’m more convinced than ever of the benefits that can come from putting in those extra hours.
A few weeks ago I was in the men’s locker room, showering after a Saturday morning practice. I stood under the hot, needle-like spray, letting it massage the knots out of my muscles. I had the radio in my office turned up pretty loud, plus the water was echoing off the walls of the shower, so it’s no surprise that I didn’t hear Lucy come in.
Lucy is the women’s P.E. teacher at our school, and there isn’t a red-blooded male on campus—student or teacher—who doesn’t get hard watching her lead the aerobics workouts. Tall and muscular, she has strawberry-blonde hair and a spray of freckles across her nose. She is also renowned for her firm, round breasts and beautiful ass.
I opened my eyes, and there she was, looking at me, a towel in her hand and a smile on her lips. “Hi,” she said. “I came by to get something from my office. I didn’t know you were here.” She held out the towel. “Do you need this?”
I needed the towel, all right, but not to dry off. Lucy was dressed in skintight Lycra biking shorts and a snug-fitting T-shirt that clung to her breasts. I could see her nipples clearly through the thin fabric. I needed the towel to cover the erection that I realized was slowly growing between my legs.
Lucy looked me over, and her gaze locked on my swollen member. Her smile widened. “My, my, my,” she said. “I thought you had put all your equipment away. What are you doing with that baseball bat?” Then, slowly, she set the towel down on a bench and skinned out of her shirt and shorts. She stepped into the shower and moved under the scalding spray next to me. As she looked me in the eye, she reached down and took my cock in her hand. I shivered with anticipation.
Our mouths met, and as she milked my cock and balls, I tasted her sweet tongue. I reached down and squeezed her muscular ass and put my hand between her legs. Lucy moaned with pleasure as I massaged her clitoris with my thumb, and she started stroking my cock in earnest.
I eased her to the tile floor of the shower, and as the water pounded down on us, I buried my face between her legs. Her pussy was slippery wet, and as I tongued her she moaned, wrapped her fingers in my hair and thrust her hips up to meet my mouth.
I ate her furiously for several minutes. I had a hand on each of her creamy ass cheeks to keep myself from being thrown aside by the violence of her movements. When I dipped one finger in her sopping pussy and then carefully worked it into her tight asshole, she gasped and arched her back. She pushed me away from her and quickly scrambled over onto her hands and knees, her glistening bottom upthrust. Water streamed down the crack of her ass and into the curly dark hair of her pussy. Her pussy lips were pink and slightly parted in a luscious invitation. “Fuck me now,” Lucy demanded.
Easing up to her from behind, I held her hip with one hand and slowly guided my now-throbbing cock into her with the other. I slid the whole thing into her in one long, smooth stroke, and as I buried it to the hilt, Lucy was shaken by a tremendous orgasm. I rode it out and, as she hung her head and gasped, I slowly started pumping in and out of her.
It was exquisite. Her pussy was hot and tight, and the sight of my cock sliding in and out of it was nearly enough to make me come. I held back, though, and set up a steady rhythm. Lucy ground her ass back into me with each stroke, and she accompanied each particularly deep thrust with a little groan of pleasure.
After a few minutes, I knew I was again approaching the brink of orgasm, as was Lucy. As I was about to shoot my load, I worked my finger into her ass. She gasped in surprise and, with a moan, came with a shudder. Weak with our passion, we collapsed on the tiles in happy exhaustion.
Moments later, we were brought back down to earth by the suddenly ice-cold water that pounded down on us. We dried off and adjourned to my house, where we took our game into extra innings for the rest of the afternoon and night.
Since that time, I’ve discovered a new authority in my voice when I’m leading the team through a practice, because I know that practice can yield the most unexpected benefits.
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