Girls Soccer CoachChapter 1
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In the part of the big city, where the old neighborhoods have decayed, is a house that is owned by a group of men who use it for their hobby. It's not a nice hobby but these men are not nice. They know they're not nice. They enjoy being not nice.
They're good looking men who dress well. They have money and respectable jobs and more than one pretty housewife and mother has returned the flirting smile of any one of these men as they push their carts down the aisles of a supermarket or be flattered when she catches one, admiring her from afar, at a school function.
A pretty housewife and mother sometimes seeks reaffirmation from men other than her husband, from good looking members of the opposite sex, that she is still desirable. It's not really flirting. She's just innocently testing her, "marketability". It's good for the pretty ladys' ego. It's good for the men's hobby because they're not just flirting. They're searching for prey.
In the living room of the old house sit the men, quietly listening to the sounds of the night. Tonight, the sounds are those of muffled sobs that come from a pretty lady who they have locked behind a bedroom door. She is Mrs. Murphy. A beautiful Soccer mom with the biggest tits and the biggest round ass that they had ever found and played with.
The men were at the Murphy residence earlier tonight, and taught her what, they believe, a womans' body is built for. And they taught her right in front of her husband. The husbands never like it. Never.
They like listening to her sobbing. It turns them on.
"Please let me go... please?"
They like it when she begs them to release her. They like knowing that they aren't going to. And the fear and panic on a helpless husband's face, gives them a rush.
Outside, a man walks up the steps of the house, unlocks the front door and enters. He looks around the living room for a moment and says, "What did you guys do tonight?"
"You wouldn't have believed it." says the man who led the home invasion, "We found out where that big titted Murphy woman lived and went to her house. She was in the family room with her husband watching TV when we broke in. We told hubby and wifey to behave or we'd wake the kids and make them watch."
"That always works. What was she like." the visitor asks.
She's got tits like cantaloupes and a big round ass to die for. We beat her up a little bit, her tits mostly, and we did the spitting thing and then threw her on top of her husband, gave her a face fuck and we came all over both of them. It was great."
"Hey." says one of the men, "You left out what Pete did during her face fuck. Tell 'em Pete"
"Well It started when I was giving her a finger fuck, but she was bucking and jumping so much I just kept pushin' and pushin' into her and before I knew it I had my arm in her cunt almost up to my elbow. I never knew a woman could howl like that, you know, with a cock down her throat, but she could."
"... Pleeeeez?... pleeeeeez?"
"I wish I had been there." Joey replies and then, after a pause, says, "What's that? Sounds like a cat."
"No." says the leader, "It's the lady"
"She's here? Oh fuck," says Joey, "show me."
The men get up and walk to the bedroom, unlock the door and switch the light on revealing the naked and lovely Mrs. Murphy: Soccer Mom. Flat on her stomach, stretched out on a long narrow table. Her arms dangle and are held securely by wrist cuffs attached to eye bolts screwed into the floor.
"Uhhh... where's her face?" Joey asks.
The leader replies, "Oh, that's one of them massage tables. They got a round hole for people to put their face in when someone's workin' on 'em."
"Uhhhh..." Joey says as he notices something odd. "You said she has these big tits, cantaloupes you said. I don't even see 'em."
One of the other men tells Joey that two more holes had made in the table, to accommodate some of the big titted moms they bring here. "They're there all right. Just look under the table."
Joey gets on his haunches to look underneath the table and sighs, "Holy shit. Holy fuckin' shit. What size are they?"
Pete answers, "40 somthin', I don't know. They're just great tits. Four of us were suckin' and slappin' them, back at her house in front of her old man.
"Her old man was there?"
"Ya... crying like a baby."
"Those titties gotta weigh at least five or six pounds each. Go ahead and feel them, lift one of them. "
Joey opens his hand and places it under one big tit and lifts it. 'Oh man, this broad's husband is a lucky guy." As he lifts one of the Soccer mom's tits she moans, prompting Joey to say, "Shhhh... it's okay momma, just grabbin' some tit. I won't hurt you none. Just gonna bounce 'em a little bit... ohhhhh yaaaa... real nice tits momma... real, real nice tits."
"Please don't anymore. Please don't." she whimpers.
"Okay honey, I'll just tweak your nipple for a while, okay?"
"... nooooooopleeeezzzznoooo."
"How big honey?" Joey asks, as his thumb and index finger rubs her nipple, "How big are your titties?"
Hearing no response he squeezes her nipple until she howls in pain. "How big honey?"
"OW!"
"Tell me."
"OW! OW! OW! OW!"
"How big..."
"OH! OH! OH! OH! OHHHHHHHHHH! OW! Fortuity! OW! OW! Fortuity! OW!"
"Fortuity! What's your cup size mommy?"
"OWWWWWWWW! Double D! Double D! Fortuity double D! OH! OH! OH! OW!
"She's got quite an ass on her too." says Joey, as he gently rubs the contours of her ass cheeks. "Really big ass on this broad." He slips a finger between her cheeks and slowly flicks it back and forth. The woman winces and lets out a squeak. "Oh. She's a squeaker!" Joey happily exclaims and flicks his finger a little faster. Her squeaks cause the men to laugh at her high pitched, little girl sounding reaction to the finger flicking around the rim of her hole.
"Watch this." says Joey, as he places just the tip of his middle finger at the entrance to her hole and pushes it slowly but forcefully inside her. The poor woman screams at the top of her lungs and bucks against the invading finger, violently shaking her ass to make it stop!
"Yeow! Whooooaaaa! Ahhhhheeeeeggggllllggg. Nuh! Nuh! Nuh! N00000!!!" And as she wiggles her big ass she begins bouncing it up and down to get the finger out of her!
Her efforts and her squeals for him to stop excite him and make him finger fuck her ass faster and faster.
"Look at her go!" Joey hollers. "Look at that ass! Look at the ass bouncin' up and down on my finger! God what a great ass! Holy shit! Go lady! Go! Go! Go! Go! Ohhhhh fuck! Yaaaaaa! That's it! That's it! Fuck that finger in your ass! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it! Yaaaaa!"
"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!" she screams as she bounces and bounces against the finger, "I DON'T WANT... OHHHHHHH... NO! NO! NOOOOOO DON'T! DON'T! DON'T!"
Joey hollers over the woman's screaming as he fingers her asshole, "You did this shit in front of her husband?"
"Ya!" shouts back one of the men,
"Where's her husband now?"
"He's down the hall tied up!"
"Go get him! Bring him here! I want him to see this!"
Hands bound behind his back, a naked Mr Murphy is rushed into the room full of men standing around his naked wife as her asshole is being savagely fucked by a single finger.
"MY GOD!" shouts the husband, "YOU SONS-0-BITCHES STOP IT! STOP IT!"
"No way sir, she's doin' all the work!" and he sees his wife's big, round, fleshy ass rippling and bouncing up and down on the table.
"She's trying to get away from you, don't you see that?!"
"That's not how it looks from here! Bring him closer so he can get a good look!"
The husband is pushed forward toward his squealing wife. His head is forced down to her wiggling, bouncing ass and he sees up close the long finger being pushed, rapidly in and out of his wife's asshole.
"AHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHNNNNNOOOOOOOO!!" screams the poor husband. "Take it out! Take it out of her! Plleeese! Pleeeese take it out of her!"
"Why?" screams Joey, "So you can finger fuck this big ass? No way! She's all mine!"
Now the woman's screams turn into low, raspy, guttural sounds as she bucks up and down from the horrible pain. Her loud grunts fill the room as the men become a cheering section for Joey's wicked finger pushing in and out of the pretty soccer mom's asshole.
Over her screams and grunts, Joey says,"Somebody untie Mr. Murphy's hands. And Mr. Murphy, if you try anything stupid, your ass will be mine too!"
The men laugh at this threat while the husband's hands are being untied and when they're freed he covers his face and sobs uncontrollably at his and his sweet wife's helplessness. "Hands down Mr Murphy." Joey orders as he slows his attack on the poor woman's ass, "And watch! Watch me finger fuck your pretty wife's asshole. Blubbering like a child, the poor man stares at the horrible sight as Joey's finger resumes it's fucking motion faster and faster.
As the poor mom's ass starts to buck up and down again, Joey begins to taunt Mr. Murphy, "Stop your crying you big sissy. Your sweet honey likes this. Look at her bounce that big beautiful ass of her's. You think she'd do that if she didn't like it? You think she'd like another finger in her ass? Do you?"
"No! No! She wouldn't."
"So it's okay for me to finger fuck her with one finger?"
"No! No! it isn't."
"Well what'll be sir, tell me! One finger or two?"
"One! One finger! Just One!"
"Come on sir you know what I want to hear! Tell me!"
"Please. Please fuck my wife's ass with one finger. Just one finger."
"Say please."
"Oh my God! Please fuck my wife's ass with one finger please!"
"Thank you!
"Please, please," sobs the husband, "don't make me watch this. Please, it's horrible, it's horrible."
"Okay," says Joey, as he slows and then stops his finger fuck, "we'll let you watch somethin' else. Get under the table!"
"What?" shouts the husband.
"Get under the fuckin' table! Guys help the man."
The husband is roughly guided under the table and positioned by the men so his face is just below his wife's face.
"One of you guys hold her head down in that face hole and keep it there." Joey orders, "Don't let her move it."
Then, as the poor husband and wife make tearful eye contact, the woman's face slowly begins to contort, because Joey's finger is slowly re-entering her asshole. Her eyes widen and she begins to pant and then moan and the she lets out a piercing scream. Her husband sees her eyes bug out of her head. She tries to hide her face from him but her head is held firmly and painfully in place so they have to look at each other while her ass is being assaulted.
"How does it look from there sir?" hollers Joey. "That's only one finger! Here comes another one!"
"YEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOW!' YEEEEEEEOOOOOOWWWW! NUH! NUH! NUH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OHHHHHHHHHHMYYYYYYYGODDDDD!"
Saliva drips from the ladies mouth down to her husband's face, as she screams over and over again. She is delirious from the pain. Her husband watches her pretty face turning Red as the room is filled with the sounds of her screams and squeals.
"How does she look sir? Joey hollers. "Does she still look like a pretty Soccer Mom? She looks like a big piece of ass from up here. Can you tell how much she's bouncin' around on my fingers?"
And then the room is filled with the sound of a big, SLAP! And then another. SLAP! And another. "Wow! Look at her ass jiggle!" SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Both husband and wife are crying and screaming now at the horror of it all. As she bounces, her huge tits wiggle through the two tit holes in the table
"We got a job for you. I think you like your wife's big tits as much as we do, is that right?" Without waiting for an answer, Joey says, "Your gonna play with your wife's jugs while I finger fuck her and hey, I want two of you guys to get down there and help him."
Joey extends his hand under the table toward one of Mrs. Murphy's dangling tits and pinches a nipple between his thumb and index finger. She winces, "Ohhh OH! Jesus. God! OH! OH! Ohhh!" and mumbles some gibberish and sobs.
He opens his palm and lifts the tit and gently squeezes. "Ohhhh pleeese noooo more." Another man kneels at the other side of the table and does the same with her other tit. They play with her as if her tits are some kind of squeaky toy but it's the lady who squeaks and makes those sweet, scared little girl squeals the men love to hear.
Using both of their hands, they fondle and caress her jugs then gently pull on them as if they are milking her. The husband shuts his eyes but is given a poke. "You don't want to fuck around with these big melons, fine, but you gotta watch what we're doin' to your wife. It's no fun for us if you don't watch. Eyes open."
The husband watches his wife's dangling tits being mauled. He looks up and sees her pretty face all contorted as she groans during this titty assault.
"Okay, lift your head up." Joey orders the husband, "I want you to suck on one of your wife's nipples while we milk her. Boys, milk the lady's big titties real hard. And hubby boy, get started sucking on one of those nipples!"
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So I guess being married to a Soccer mom makes me a Soccer Dad. But as we all know some Soccer moms are hot and incredibly horny and will fuck anything. Well I have always had this feeling that Soccer moms talk about everything, including their husbands and significant others, if you know what I mean. Well anyway I digress. My wife is attractive and she has mentioned to me some of the other moms think I am good looking to which I always laugh. But little did I know where that would land me. ...
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I'm not sure how this happens to me but here another true story in my life.I love playing and watching soccer (as it called in America)Every where else in the world its called FootballEvery four years they have the World Cup.Were the best 32 teams in the world compete.I was born and used to live in Germany.I know a little German but not much.I always cheer for the German Football team and Team USA.The German team (Deutschland) as its better known is very good in FootballI watched all most all...
SOCCER MOMS Part 1After having brought up her daughter by herself for the last 15 years, Sheila was rather good at it. Her husband had left her with a 3-year-old daughter. He went for some milk with the car and never came back. Neither did the car. Sheila’s daughter Linda was into a lot of sports. She was attractive, well-built and lots of fun. She was a little older than most of the girls in her class since she had missed most of one year after a skiing accident. Sheila was nearly 40, middle...
Jean and Guy Roma laid in bed discussing their teenage daughter, Vicky. They were concerned about her welfare. She had just turned 18 and was a very pretty girl, but very shy and not comfortable with boys. She was much more comfortable with girls. Her mother wanted her to be popular with the boys like she was in high school. Her mother also worried that she might end up gay if she did not learn to enjoy the company of boys. Jean, told her husband that Vicky need an experienced male to teach...
Robin is a guy from North of Sweden, moving all the way to Hustonville, KY after a guy he talked online to, Lance, suggested he would join their newly started soccer team. But Robin is in for many new experiences and will discover new sides of himself ;) This is a Reading F1lth original. Listen to part 1 on Spotify! My name is Robin. I moved from the north of Sweden to the small town off Hustonville, Kentucky. Why? To play soccer of course! It all began when I was playing FIFA on Xbox....
BisexualAudrey lived the perfect suburban life.Growing up she was always the 'good girl.' She worked hard in school and paid her way through college with a part time modeling career. Modeling had always been a passion of hers and she had a natural talent for it.In her adult life she became the pillar of the community. Everyone loved being around her and doing business in real estate was easy as a result. She was one of the most financially successful people in the neighborhood, and she gave back...
To be very honest, growing up, sport didn’t interest me at all. I always remembered my high school days, when straight guys would go into raptures about the most infinitesimal aspects of some or other game, discussing it as if it were the most important historical event that ever took place. I was always bored out of my mind by these trivialities and would escape at the earliest convenient moment. Although many of these guys rang every bell in my body, I simply couldn’t endure the mindless...
Gay MaleMekala instantly caught my eye and probably the eye of every man there. She was just so energetic and vibrant. She ran down the edge of the soccer field and then did three back flips in a row to the amazement of all those watching her. As I watched her practice I realized that she was very good at soccer too. She was thirteen years old and much better built than the rest of the girls out on the field. This was the first day of practice for the fifth and sixth graders. Mekala was a sixth...
So I guess being married to a Soccer mom makes me a Soccer Dad. But as we all know some Soccer moms are hot and incredibly horny and will fuck anything. Well I have always had this feeling that Soccer moms talk about everything, including their husbands and significant others, if you know what I mean. Well anyway I digress. My wife is attractive and she has mentioned to me some of the other moms think I am good looking to which I always laugh. But little did I know where that would land me. ...
Please hit the like button sometimes! It's how I know I'm doing it right. As the end of season Battlepass completion reward for Day 3, a special route has been added, including some choices and open votes: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Day-2---You-were-wrong.783511 I added some information on the Players+Coaches page below about splits, routes, and story progression. FUTA SOCCER CAMP You are Riley. You are 20 years old, a communications major at University of Florida, and one of the best...
LesbianSaturday afternoon I was at home getting bored; but then my loving hubby said he had arranged with some of his friends to go to a bar to watch a soccer match. Victor asked me if I want to go with him.When we got there the bar was really crowded.I was wearing a tight short dress and high heels.I loved to show my long legs and my cleavage, although I was not really into watching soccer…Victor moved with some friends at a corner and I managed finally to get a drink and have to stand by a high bar...
Soccer Sucks----------While I was in High School, I was not overly athletic, or I did not think I was until someone commented that my legs were like thick tree trunks. I was on the soccer team and all the running and kicking certainly has it's affect on one's legs. Strong and muscular was not tree trunks.After moving to the farm, soccer was a thing of the past. I still watched matches on the TV and kept up with the news of the my school friends when I happened to spot a name I recognized on one...
Lucy lay back on my leather sofa, her naked slim tanned legs were wide apart, showing off her wet used pussy that I had already fucked twice that day, but I wasn't finished and she seemed eager for more as well.I knelt between her legs, and then moved up until I was just inches from her, before I took hold of my almost completely hard cock, despite I had cum twice already, and then rubbed it up and down her wet slit, teasing her lips with my big bulbous head."Oh, god" she muttered flexing her...
It's 4:25pm, and she's still lively as she trots to the van.How I admire her youth. Had I gone through a full day of classes only to follow up with an intense soccer practice, I would already be physically spent. But not her. And the day is only half done.She hops into the backseat, a huge smile on her face with sweat and grass stains on her side. This was her favorite activity of the day. Maybe second favorite.There is no time to wash the earthy smell off of her as clarinet rehearsal starts in...
I was at the beach in the morning. About 2 hours before the start of the game, I went home to change and take a shower. Germany was playing Argentina in the next round of the World Cup. I put on some dark jeans. Some black Adidas Flip Flops. A white German Football Jersey. I put on some black boxer briefs. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.I drove to a bar near my house. Its kinda of an English pub. I have come there to watch most of the games played so far. They always have all the...
So it's been months since my adventures with Kristie and Summer began and I have enjoyed great times with both of them. It had surprised me when Summer had told me Kristie had revealed the secrets of our rendezvous. But word was spreading throughout the soccer group. How did I know? Well it is a little obvious when you begin receiving explicit texts from another soccer mom. Mandi was one of those soccer moms that I hadn't really thought about sexually but it isn't to say she isn't desirable....
MILFJust like a vampire can create another vampire, so can one slut create another. My name is Kate. I'm a soccer mom, kind you have dreamed about because I like to fuck. Picture a 47 year-old female, 5'7'', 135 lbs., 36C chest, light brown hair streaked with blonde highlights, and a taut, toned body. I was working out three times a week with my friend Catherine and I wanted her to be more than a friend. It started one night when my husband, Mike, began exhibiting me to his poker playing friends. I...
Soccer Mums: The Rematch By ninja5.Chapter 1.?You did what Jillian?? Grace roared at her daughter, angry beyond measure. Beth stepped forward and put her hand on Grace’s shoulder trying to get her to calm down. Grace’s reaction was understandable, but Beth knew arguing with Jillian would just make her all the more determined.?It’s not like I’m the only one doing it Mum. Trish said she might do it too.? Jillian shouted back and pointed a finger at her best friend who had been standing out...
Soccer Mom SlaveBy: KahiltnaAs she waited in her car, Brenda couldn’t believe she was doing this again. Her short, shallow breathing and rapid heartbeat gave away her apprehension. ?My God?, she thought, ?I’m a happily married mother, what keeps me coming back here?? Brenda was the prototype ?Soccer Mom?. She was 36 years old, married 10 years, with a 9 year old son and 7 year old daughter. Her husband was just what girls dream of, loving, hansom, dedicated to her and the kids and a good...
As much as I could, I tried to keep up with the athletic careers of the Striker and Raven players after they went off to college. Jim told me that his daughter, who had gone to a Division II school not too far away from home, was doing great, both academically and on the pitch. Some of the other girls were a little harder to track down, but I eventually found out that Patti had dropped out of school after her freshman year and moved in with her boyfriend, much to her parents' displeasure. I...