Tennis Pro (DreadD & Tom)
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				Title: <strong>Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 11:40:15</strong>
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				Charlie Peterson had been a semi-professional tennis player in his youth. However, his career had never really taken off. And there had been other circumstances that had demanded his attention; such as having to take over his family company when his old man died; a small law-firm specializing in business-law.<br><br>But his tennis experience had put him in the position of being the trusted coach of the local girl team. They were juniors between the ages of fifteen and seventeen; several of them were quite promising and Charlie was doing what he could to make them the very best. His effort was not lessened by the fact that his own pride and joy was among this small group of promising girls.<br><br>He was tall and handsome; having landed one of the most beautiful girls he could when he was young. She had been sensual and appealed to a primal part of him; the strong need and desire for big breasts. These days though, their relationship was not that strong. Her beauty had faded and they were growing apart. His relationship with his daughter on the other hand was growing stronger.<br><br>She was like her mother in some ways, especially the buxom part. This was something of a disadvantage when playing tennis, but she seemed to understand that she had to use tight sports bras to keep playing the game well.<br><br>"Line up, girls!" Charlie called out, running his hand trough his dark hair. Practice was just getting started and he needed to address the girls before they began.
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				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 11:47:48</strong>
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				Brianna did, in fact, understand the need for the sports bras, but that did not make them completely comfortable.&nbsp; From time to time, though, she considered wearing them all of the time, tired of the lewd looks and the whisperings of push up bras and implants.&nbsp; Ridiculous.&nbsp; She had seen pictures of her mom from when she was younger, and Brianna new it was all good genetics.&nbsp; She speculated she had some good hand-me-downs from her father's side of the family as well, she thought she might actually be able to out-preform her mother, even in her prime, when it came to the looks department.<br><br>Which was awkward at times, but she tended to feel proud about it.&nbsp; She was proud about her tennis, too.&nbsp; She worked hard, at least as hard, if not harder, than the rest of the girls, she contemplated, as she lined up beside them.&nbsp; And she had the special advantage of being able to ask for more tips whenever she wanted them.&nbsp; Of course, looking good and preforming well tended to make guys popular, but for her it was leaving her a little lonely.&nbsp; She was considered snobbish 'too good' for the rest of the girls, even though she had never said any such thing.&nbsp; It was not that she did not have friends, but the mass on the whole tended to exclude her from close social interaction.<br><br>But now was not the time for her worries.&nbsp; She ran a hand through her slightly curling brown hair.&nbsp; Its existence was something of a rebellion to her good tennis habits, well treated and about shoulder length, always having to be tied back during proper games, but she liked how it looked, and her life couldn't be all tennis.&nbsp; It was for now though, pale pink T shirt and light blue tennis skirt at the ready, she stood in line, at attention, watching her fath...&nbsp; Her coach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 12:09:43</strong>
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				Charlie watched the seven girls standing in a line. He thought of them as kids, entirely uninteresting as sexual objects. The only exception was Brianna but she was obviously disqualified as a something to even consider in any terms of manly desire. And this was all good. There were no distractions to take his attention away from the sports. Charlie was known for his moral standings and the other parents trusted him unconditionately with their young ones.<br><br>"Girls." He glanced at one of them called Emily. "Glad you could make it on time today." It was tuesday and many of them obviously had to rush home from school to make it to tennis practice. "First, there's the Wilson-Smith cup coming up next weekend. We're leaving on friday and are back on monday. You need to let me know tomorrow at the latest if you're going. I need to send in the paperwork and book us some hotel rooms."<br><br>"Now, for today I think we should focus on double play. I'll team up with one of you, that should bring us up to 8, playing over both courts. Lets warm up first."
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				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 12:15:30</strong>
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				Brianna quickly got to the warm ups as the coach ordered, going calmly though the series of exercises to help them stay fit, and more importantly avoid strains and cramps during practice proper.&nbsp; It was not exactly exciting, and some people thought it to be a waste of time, but they didn't know what they were talking about.&nbsp; To preform well warm ups were simply required.&nbsp; She had learned it in basic biology, but really had it drilled into her in tennis practice by the coach, and was often reminded in the evenings by her father.&nbsp; They were one and the same, but there was something different about their interaction when it came to tennis, it was business, it was the work, the effort, the excitement, a bond he shared with all of the girls, not just her, and it did not really overlap with his role as her father at all, so it was least confusing to just consider them separate.<br><br>She wondered who he would be teaming up with, as the coach he was arguably one of the best on the court, likely the best, hands down, so probably not with her, she was good enough that it would probably make it unfair for their opponents.&nbsp; She smiled a little at the thought, she did like winning.&nbsp; Once she found she <em>could</em> win at something, she always did her best to persevere, and was not easily lead astray by others.<br><br>After a time the warm ups finished, and it was time to move on to doubles practice.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 12:22:04</strong>
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				Charlie paired himself with a youngster called Jessica and matched the two of them with Emily and Brianna. Charlie himself was soon finding himself almost eye-to-eye with his daughter, only seperated by the net.<br><br>"Let's do some easy exchanges first and then pick it up a notch later on."<br><br>They started serving and playing, quickly getting warmed up and ready for some more difficult and intense stuff. He was obviously stronger and faster and better than the girls, and adjusted his style to give the other team just the proper challenge.<br><br>Of course, it required effort nontheless. And it was a warm day. They were all sweating soon. Charlie waited for Emily to fetch a ball that went flying far and watched Brianna. His eyes fell on her big breasts and he was lost in tought for a moment.
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				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 12:26:46</strong>
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				Brianna noticed coach Charlie looking at her, but wasn't sure why.&nbsp; Maybe her form was a little off or something, with the way he was contemplating her.&nbsp; She would have to ask him later, but before they left.&nbsp; This was a coach thing, not a dad thing, she was sure.&nbsp; She breathed slowly, helping to relax after the intense effort of the hard game.&nbsp; It certainly was interesting playing against the coach, she would have to see if she could get some opportunities more like this later.&nbsp; It's not that they had not played against each other before, but something about the day made it feel intense, somehow more serious.&nbsp; It gave her a little thrill, made her want to try harder, win more.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 12:39:42</strong>
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				Charlie missed an easy ball and cursed himself silently. He was determined not to allow himself to be distracted like that ever again. Instead, he put in extra effort and gave the girls several series of hard play that really got them working to keep up. Finally, after some time, they paused for water.<br><br>The next half of their training session he moved about and gave each of them some individual time, working on things each needed to improve. When the session was over with, the girls practically ran off, eager to get showered and changed so they could do other things. They liked tennis, but it wasn't their <em>life</em>.<br><br>"Brianna. Stay behind. You need to stretch out more." he gave his daughter a stern, but encouraging look and half a smile.
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				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 12:42:02</strong>
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				"Huh?"<br><br>She was little surprised, she had easily kept up with the other girls.&nbsp; Maybe it was about that thing earlier?<br><br>"Yes, of course, coach."<br><br>Brianna said, with a nod, turning back, moving out onto the courts.<br><br>"What do I need to do?&nbsp; Is there something wrong with my stance?"<br><br>She asked, hoping to divine the cause for the earlier staring.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 12:56:18</strong>
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				Charlie shook his head. "Wrong? There's nothing wrong. You did fine." He had no idea that she had noticed him staring at her, and that was the reason she thought something was wrong. "I think you're going to do quite good in the cup. You're our best player you know. And I'm saying that as your couch, not as your dad."<br><br>He put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed them firmly. He had always been hands-on with her; either in a strictly parental or professional way of course. Right now, he was being professional about it. "Turn your back to me, pull your arm back, elbow up."
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				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 12:58:41</strong>
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				"O... Of course."<br><br>She complied, though a little uncertain.&nbsp; What was that look about earlier, then?&nbsp; What did it mean?&nbsp; She shook her head, there was no time for that, it was time for practice.&nbsp; Direct assistance from the coach.&nbsp; Which was rare, and meant a lot to her.&nbsp; And his compliments too, she felt favored, but not by her father, no the coach favored her.&nbsp; She was the best player.<br><br>She assumed the stance, waiting for the next instructions.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 13:09:32</strong>
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				Charlie put his hand on Brianna's elbow and gently pulled her arm back. "You need to keep the mobility in your shoulder and need to stretch extra."<br><br>He looked down at her over her shoulder and realized he had a perfect view of her big breasts. Now, he had always told her that she needed to hold each position in a stretch for twenty or thirty seconds, so he couldn't just let go. And he couldn't make himself look away either.<br><br>The result was that his body reacted physically to the proximity to those magnificient big orbs and he was growing hard against her backside. He closed his eyes now, but it was too late. He was getting an erection.<br><br>Abruptly he let go of her, turning away, hoping she hadn't felt it. "That'll... do. Go... shower now."
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				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 00:54:31</strong>
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				She felt the stirring against her ass, her movements becoming stiff for a moment.&nbsp; What was she feeling?&nbsp; Was the coach holding her differently than usual?&nbsp; The stiffness was growing, it seemed, it was a little distracting, but she tried to ignore it.&nbsp; He sounded awkward as he pulled away, and she looked at him uncertainly.<br><br>"Uh, yeah, coach...&nbsp; Is something the matter?"<br><br>Brianna was a little concerned, he was acting strangely, and she had not had time to try to put the pieces together, so for the moment she just stood, looking over at him uncertainly.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 10:42:57</strong>
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				"No, sweetie." He took a deep breath. "Its fine. I think...I just have a bit of a headache." He lied, but he had to explain his reaction somehow. He felt deeply ashamed for reacting physically in that manner. His own daughter had given him a hard on. But it was so hard not thinking about those big, round breasts of hers. He could only imagine what they'd look like in the shower.<br><br>"I'll wait for you in the car if you need a ride home." He held a towel in front of himself as he turned, pretending that he was just wiping the sweat from his face with it.
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				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 10:55:58</strong>
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				"Sure, dad."<br><br>She said, relaxing as the tension drained out of her.&nbsp; Looked like it was just something minor, nothing to worry about, but what she had felt earlier...&nbsp; She headed into the shower area, discarding her top, her skirt, the restrictive sports bra, and then her panties as well as she let the water run over her.&nbsp; Run over her body, tanned from so much sun, so much time spent out doors, run over her large, pale breasts, so often hidden by her heavy bra.&nbsp; She gently ran her hands over them, making sure no sweat lingered, taking a moment to feel proud, once more, of her figure, flaunting it for no one alone in the shower, gently rubbing herself off, making sure she was free of sweat and grime.<br><br>As Brianna ran her hand over her ass she wondered.&nbsp; That stiff feeling...&nbsp; The way he had stared at her before that didn't seem to have any meaning...&nbsp; Could the coach find her attractive?&nbsp; Was that...&nbsp; Was that his dick that had stiffened against her ass?&nbsp; That was a strange thought, really strange but it might make sense.&nbsp; She would have to check, she wanted to know, it seemed important to know if she was having some sort of effect on the coach.&nbsp; She felt her own fingers teasing her slit as she considered what it would be like to be wanted by a man, but she quickly stopped.&nbsp; Her father was waiting to give her a ride, speculation would have to wait until the next coaching session.<br><br>She dried off quickly, though the half started masturbation session had left her a little horny, her cheeks flush, her breasts starting to perk up as she changed back into her normal clothes, accentuating her sexuality, in full bloom as she stepped from the locker room, a t-shirt and shorts being her usual daily wear, though the t-shirt did not seem to conceal what lay beneath it as well as it usually did...&nbsp; Or perhaps it was just that someone's attention was drawn so much more strongly to it, now that their full size was no longer restrained.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 11:06:36</strong>
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				Charlie was waiting in the car as he had said. As a guy, showering and changing had always been something you did in a hurry. His cock had been rock hard in the shower, but he had refused to touch himself more than he needed to wash himself. Masturbation with his daughter on his mind was totally out of the question. That would be... perverse.<br><br>But he almost regretted it, when she climbed into the car. His gaze was drawn to her ample breasts, to the trace of nipples through the fabric of her shirt. He forced himself to look ahead, to keep his attention on the traffic; noting every sign and turn as if he was fresh out of driving school.<br><br>He was dressed in a casual suit with a white and grey collared shirt underneath; although not with a tie. Their car was big and luxurious with smooth black leather seats. He glanced at her a few times; especially when he had to check traffic in her direction.
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				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 11:12:06</strong>
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				Brianna did not notice his glances, she did not, in fact, notice much of anything.&nbsp; She was trying to puzzle out what it would mean if the coach actually was attracted to her.&nbsp; It was, on some level, clearly inappropriate.&nbsp; While there was a bond there, between players and coach, it was not that sort of bond.&nbsp; Even if they stood close together, even if he sometimes came into the locker room while they were changing, that was the way things were, they were not sexes or genders, they were players and coach.&nbsp; But at the same time...&nbsp; Would it be bad if he was?&nbsp; He was decent looking, healthy, responsible...&nbsp; She licked her lips slowly thinking about it, ignoring one nagging detail, one that was sitting beside her in the car.&nbsp; <br><br>She had to, though.&nbsp; Thinking that her coach might be attracted to her was strange, but somehow alluring.&nbsp; Thinking of her father attracted to her seemed unnerving, uncomfortable, and so she completely ignored that factor.&nbsp; She had to.<br><br>She had to.<br><br>The coach, though...&nbsp; She had to not get ahead of herself.&nbsp; She had to check to see if he was really attracted to her before she did anything.&nbsp; And there had to be a way to figure it out...
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 09:32:04</strong>
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				Eventually, the two of them got home. As soon as they were back into regular routine, Charlie found it easier to keep his mind off Brianna. He could do work around the house; clean the garage and paint that extra guest room they were refurbishing. <br><br>His wife had always been the homemakerk; not that he didn't believe in equal opportunities. She had just wanted to stay home and with the kids and make the perfect house. He had earned enough for the both of them.<br><br>In the back of Charlie's mind, the thought of Brianna's big breasts lingered. He imagined every detail of them. The precise shape; the hue and shade of her nipples. How sensitive they were.<br><br>It was all terribly frustrating.
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				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 09:41:15</strong>
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				Brianna felt freer with her fantasies.&nbsp; Once home she did something she often did, took a more thorough shower, taking the time, now in the relative privacy of home to finish what she had started in the shower.&nbsp; Hands slowly exploring the surface of her breasts, slowly, intentionally taking in the sensations of her own fingers, of the flesh beneath them.&nbsp; Was this what the coach liked?&nbsp; Did he want to caress them?&nbsp; Squeeze them?&nbsp; Kiss them?&nbsp; She could see him doing it.&nbsp; It had to be her breasts, there was not much else that remarkable about her, other than, perhaps her fitness and tennis skill.&nbsp; Brianna teased one of her nipples with a fingernail as her other hand drifted lower.<br><br>She found a groan escaping her lips.&nbsp; That was unusual, when she had masturbated before she had usually managed to keep silent, to avoid being caught, but now, now she found soft, throaty moans slipping from her as her fingers explored her slit.&nbsp; Teasing over it as she imagined...&nbsp; As she imagined strong, male hands on her, the stiffness she had felt against her ass pressing in towards her front.<br><br>"Yes..."<br><br>Brianna muttered softly as her fingers sank into her depths.&nbsp; She realized she did have a thing for her coach.&nbsp; Definitely.&nbsp; She suspected all of the girls did, that they had for a long time.&nbsp; Healthy, experienced, wise.&nbsp; They looked up to him, not just for tennis advice but as a person, as a man.&nbsp; He was so unreachable, such folly to pursue, though, that none of them realized it.<br><br>But he might want her.&nbsp; She might be able to have him.<br><br>In the shower she imagined him there with her, and she moaned.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 10:06:37</strong>
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				Charlie heard the shower going as he passed the door. He thought maybe he heard a moan as well, but figured it was his imagination. The very notion of standing here, eavesdropping, appalled him. He hurried to the kitchen.<br><br>Supper was ready soon. Then he had some paper work to prepare for the next day. He'd probably go to bed early. The girls had practice again tomorrow, wednesday afternoon. Thursday there was nothing. And then there was the trip on friday.<br><br>He moved up behind his wife in the kitchen and put his hands on her massive breasts. She glanced at him over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing?! Brianna could come? Besides I'm not in the mood. Maybe next week."<br><br>They two almost never did anything these days.
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				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 10:13:26</strong>
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				Brianna finally settled her shoulders against the wall behind her, groaning regularly now.&nbsp; This was great.&nbsp; This was really...&nbsp; Really great.&nbsp; She was almost...&nbsp; Almost...&nbsp; His cock sliding between her legs, pushing deep inside, pushing past the virgin film that still remained within her, her fingers did not touch it, but in her fantasies it was long gone, long pierced by her coach's...<br><br>"Mmnghh!"<br><br>She stuck her other hand's fingers into her mouth, sucking them, resisting the urge to moan much...&nbsp; Much louder as pleasantness spread through her body, as an immense, satisfied&nbsp; relaxation settled over her.<br><br>She had to have him.&nbsp; If just thinking about him was that good, she...&nbsp; She needed her coach, he had to be the one.<br><br>Brianna finished washing and emerged slowly from the shower, taking her time, drying herself as she thought.&nbsp; It would be uncomfortable, but there was practice tomorrow, and she had a plan.<br><br>She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel that just barely protected her dignity, and headed towards her room.&nbsp; She did not feel particularly self conscious, she was at home, after all.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 10:26:08</strong>
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				The next day, Charlie had managed to shake off some of his perverted thoughts. He had been deeply engulfed in his work and kept every notion of <em>those thoughts </em> far away. However, as the work day was coming to an end, they slowly crept back in. He watched the girls at the office, studying the shape of their breasts through their blouses, tops and business suits. No one could compare to those of <em>her</em>.<br><br>He drove straight from work to the tennis club, where he quickly changed to his white tennis outfit with blue and black stripes along collar and sleeves. He was running late, so the girls would already be there, unless any of them were late as well. He could hear them as he neared, some were chatting, others had begun practicing some serves.
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				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 10:32:23</strong>
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				Brianna was a little uncomfortable today.&nbsp; She was having a little trouble with her movements, she was just a bit more awkward than usual.<br><br>Brianna had been very careless today.<br><br>She had forgotten her sports bra.&nbsp; It just slipped her mind when she was packing, she had accidentally grabbed two regular bras, or that's what she was ready to say if anyone asked.<br><br>She had made a second mistake to go with this one.&nbsp; She had packed one of her most comfortable tennis shirts, it was just the perfect size to play in, and was a pale white made of light material.&nbsp; The problem was, not only was it sized for when she was restrained by her sports bra, the both of the bras she had remembered today were black, leaving not only most of the curvature of her breasts in full attendance, as well as a bit of her midriff, but the exact line of her bra was showing through, the shade of what it covered and did not was easy to see for any lingering eye.<br><br>She felt very embarrassed.<br><br>She felt strangely empowered.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 10:49:52</strong>
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				Charlie started talking to the girls, noting who was going on the trip this weekend and who were staying home. He had almost finished taking some notes when he noticed Brianna. He did a double-take, lost his pen and fumbled to pick it up - as a combination of perverted thoughts and utter panic spread across his mind.<br><br>What was he going to do? He glanced at her again; his imagination filling out the blanks of what he couldn't see of her breasts. He quickly looked away; then looked back again. He could see the big breasts bounce with the slightest of movement. He could see their size in full through the fabric of the shirt. He couldn't send her home or refuse her to play; that would require... explanations.<br><br>No, he was going to have to pretend to ignore it. Which was obviously impossible.
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				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 10:55:32</strong>
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				She had been watching him out of the corner of her eye, trying not to be obvious about it, letting it just flow as part of the awkwardness of her current situation.&nbsp; Brianna saw him gape, saw him fumble.&nbsp; It was true, then.&nbsp; He liked her breasts, he...&nbsp; Coach was in her reach.&nbsp; The discomfort, the slight bruises, all of it would be worth it.&nbsp; She just had to keep his eyes on her, show him exactly how much of what he wanted she had and then...&nbsp; Then she could put the second part of her plan into motion after his mind had started weighing the attraction.<br><br>It was a good thing her fa...<br><br>She half tripped, breath catching in her throat, and she shook her head.<br><br>It was a good thing coach provided her rides home, this would not work anywhere near so well otherwise.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 11:02:00</strong>
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				The practice proceeded, although Charlie stumbled through his words and explanations. He just let the girls play some games while he observed and gave them pointers. In reality he hardly watched them at all. "Yeah...that's good. Good."<br><br>His eyes were fixed on Brianna's beautiful, bouncing big breasts. Now there's an alliteration to wrap your head around. Whenever she turned her head or even vaguely appeared to look in his direction he would quickly turn away or pretend to look at her tennis technique.<br><br>At times he grew hard and had to sit down with one foot over the other knee to sit in a way that wouldn't expose his condition. Whenever he tried to regain control, he glanced over to see her big breasts bouncing and lost it again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 11:09:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt elated.&nbsp; There was a spring in her step and an edge on her game, even with the awkwardness she was playing hard, playing with confidence.&nbsp; Not because of anything on the field, no, it was because of the way those eyes were following her, the way they moved when she did, the shy way the coach tried to hide his lust.&nbsp; She could almost crow in excitement, in some sort of triumph.&nbsp; She would have a chance to make him hers, the coach was so enamored of her he could hardly coach.<br><br>On some level, that actually bothered her, they had a big game coming up, his head should be in the game, but she would take care of that.&nbsp; Once she had attended to his needs he would be able to focus.&nbsp; The thought sent a tingle down her spine, she could feel herself starting to get wet already.&nbsp; The fantasy from the day before filled her mind, her nostrils were filled with the scent of the sweat from her own exertion, and that only tantalized her more, as she thought of how...&nbsp; He would sweat as he exerted himself.<br><br>For the fist time in a long time, she could not wait for class to be over.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 11:17:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				That Charlie was seated for periods at a time throughout practice was new. But he didn't dare approach any of the girls. He was afraid that they'd notice even the faintest trace of an erection, even if he had no interest in any of them; with one notable exception. Eventually, the lesson was complete and the girls were filing out.<br><br>Charlie managed to turn away from Brianna and started picking up some of the balls that were spread across the courts. "I'll see you outside." He said, without turning. "If you need a ride."<br><br>He continued picking up balls.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 11:20:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y... Yeah of course d...&nbsp; Coach."<br><br>She said, a little winded from working hard in her state, a little nervous about keeping the coach around a little longer.<br><br>"I...&nbsp; I'm sorry I forgot my sports bra today, I must have done horribly."<br><br>Brianna said, self-effacingly, moving over near him as though preparing for a reprimand, moving just into his peripheral vision as he tried to look away from her, wanting to see him look back, wanting to see his eyes captured.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 11:40:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With the mention of a bra, his eyes were drawn to her breasts again. He feigned a motion as if he was looking at them for the first time today, but failing miserably.<br><br>"Did...you? Oh...I guess that's a bit...impractical." He swallowed, staring openly at them. "You better... not let that happen again." He finally manged to tear his eyes from them again and turned his head. He took a deep breath through his nose, exhaling slowly through his mouth. "Yeah... better not."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 11:46:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"O... Of course, coach!"<br><br>She said, a little firmly, trying to hide her glee at the effect she was having.<br><br>"I, ah, am going to want to take a decent length shower to help deal with some of the muscle soreness, though.&nbsp; Ah, if I'm taking too long, just come in and remind me okay?"<br><br>Brianna said trying to make it sound completely innocuous.&nbsp; It would not be the first time he had been in the women's locker room, so the suggestion was not out of line, but she was sure it would be the first time he would be in there, alone, with someone he felt such an obvious attraction to, and who felt the same.<br><br>"Coach."<br><br>She said, quietly, warmly as she turned back to head towards the locker room.&nbsp; He had guided her through tennis, and now, today, she hoped, he would guide her from being a tennis playing girl...&nbsp; To a tennis playing woman.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 12:01:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking his time Charlie made his way to the men's locker room. He was alone here. Alone with his thoughts and needs that he felt so ashamed about. He undressed and took a quick shower. Well, the showering was quick, but he remained underneath the water for a long while, thinking. About <em>her</em>.<br><br>His cock was hard. It was long and thick and aching for attention. He touched himself for a moment, letting his hand stroke the shaft slowly. Immediately, his mind sought out mental pictures of his daughter's big breasts. Charlie stopped.<br><br>He dried up and got dressed, wearing just t-shirt and pants, lingering to increase the odds of Brianna being dressed and ready when he was. He moved across the corridors and knocked the door without opening it.<br><br>"Brianna? You ready?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 12:14:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Brianna had done quite the opposite from he.&nbsp; She did take a little longer in the shower, in part because she was sore in places from the strain her unrestrained breasts had put on her during the day's activities, but also to be certain the rest of the girls would leave.&nbsp; Standing alone, under the water, she embraced her fantasies of her coach, gently stroking her breasts, helping arouse herself further.&nbsp; Her nipples hardened, her breasts swelled slightly, when the time came to face her coach, she would be the perfect image of sexual readiness, she would let him smell her arousal, see her wanting him.<br><br>She had read that was a turn on.&nbsp; As was the wet sheen she left on her skin, not drying out fully, letting it bring out her rich tan.<br><br>Still she cut her shower shorter than her coach, hurrying to get her other bra and panties.&nbsp; These were special, she had gotten them a while back, and hidden them, feeling somewhat guilty to own them, but today they were her pride, her joy.&nbsp; Black, lace, the bottom was skimpy, most of the covering was simply lace, it showed the flesh beneath it well, the top was more ornate, custom fitted, not simple to hold her breasts, but to draw attention to them, to accent them, to, if the salesperson was to be believed make them even sexier.<br><br>She felt sexier wearing it, she could feel it, she was on her way to adult hood.<br><br>The minutes passed slowly until the knock came.<br><br>"A...&nbsp; Almost coach!"<br><br>She called out.<br><br>"Actually, uhm...&nbsp; Could you come in?&nbsp; There's something I'd like to talk to you about."<br><br>She said, doing her best to be as innocent as possible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 12:23:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He opened the door as if he was a burglar, excpecting to get caught any minute. The first thing he noticed was that the locker room seemed empty apart from Brianna. Then he saw her and quickly shaded his eyes with his hand; as if only giving himself permission to see the floor and her feet.<br><br>He cheated though, angling his hand enough that he caught her athletic thighs, the round hips, the skimpy panties, her tummy and especially - her breasts. The sight of them in that bra was enough to make him stutter and sputter. He tried to speak normally, but failed.<br><br>"Yes, sweetie. What... what's on your mind?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 12:30:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She walked slowly and deliberately towards him, in a way meant to make her hips sway, which it did a mediocre job of, and make her breasts...&nbsp; Bounce, accent themselves, which it did wonderfully.&nbsp; She moved in close, taking the hand that shielded his eyes gently in hers, pulling it away, making him look at her.<br><br>"Coach, I've...&nbsp; Seen the way you've been looking at me."<br><br>Brianna started, calmly, slowly guiding his hand as she talked, hoping he would be to startled by her forwardness to notice, to resist right away.<br><br>"And I...&nbsp; I've been looking at you too.&nbsp; I know the age difference, our...&nbsp; Couch and student relationship, and your marriage make this..."<br><br>She tried to settle the hand on one of her breasts, guiding it to start squeezing it.<br><br>"Inappropriate, but I...&nbsp; I can't restrain myself any longer I...&nbsp; I need your touch, I want to...&nbsp; I want to relieve your need, please."<br><br>Her voice was sultry.&nbsp; It was not on purpose, really, she did not truly understand it, but she was so horny, so earnest, her words assumed the same quality, the same eager lust that moved through her body stained her words.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 12:42:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlie was listening to what Brianna said, but his mind spent several seconds churning each word before he realized what she was saying. In the meantime she had effectively put his hand on one big breast.<br><br>He heard her through, his hand kneading the big breast in a very subtle fashion. His cock rose to full attention again, straining painfully inside his pants. Her voice was mesmerizing, but when she stopped speaking, he shook his head very slowly.<br><br>"This is...impossible." He swallowed. As long as he talked, he could pretend he didn't have his hand where it was. "You failed to mention, that I'm your father as well. And that this kind of behaviour is not acceptable." He didn't sound convinced, just droning out words that came without thought.<br><br>He squeezed the breast a little harder. There was a sexual scent of Brianna that affected him on a subconscious level.&nbsp; "Why would you ever want to... No...this is...perverse!" he pulled his hand away, but remained standing where he was, lookign from his daughter's eyes down to her breasts and up again. And down again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 12:51:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmnhh..."<br><br>She groaned, excitedly, erotically as he squeezed her, the first hand not her own to give her sexual attention, and...&nbsp; And it was his.&nbsp; It was perfect it...<br><br>"My father couldn't possibly be attracted to me."<br><br>She murmured, not very loudly, a personal mantra, a belief that had kept her from feeling strange and out of control since yesterday.&nbsp; The only fact that kept the world making sense.<br><br>"But my coach needs me, doesn't he?&nbsp; He needs me to..."<br><br>She swallowed, reaching out her own hands, one tracing his erection through his pants, her hand warm, gentle, and tentative as she move to recapture his hand that had escaped her with her other.<br><br>"Help him with how he feels.&nbsp; And he's so handsome."<br><br>She murmured, leaning forward, pushing those breasts closer to him as she kissed his neck.<br><br>"And strong, and he knows so much, he's wise and..."<br><br>She nuzzled his neck this time, before gently teasing it with her tongue, getting a...&nbsp; Taste of him for the first time.<br><br>"And he's a great coach and guide, and I want...&nbsp; I want him to guide me through my first time."<br><br>Another kiss graced his neck.<br><br>"And my second."<br><br>A third, moving up towards his jaw.<br><br>"And my fourth."<br><br>Finally she went for his lips.&nbsp; She had to taste them...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 12:59:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				What she said made no sense, yet made perfect sense at the same time. Could he crave her as her coach and not as her father? Could he have her as her coach and remain innocent of the deed as her dad? Could he lust after the tennis girl and not after his daughter?<br><br>She kissed him. Sweet kisses that were like ice and fire on his skin. Her hand on his throbbing manhood. Her big breasts pressed against him. He suddenly put both hands on her breasts, kneading them firmly through the bra. <br><br>He craved her so much, but was not going to give in. Not fully, at least. "No." He swallowed again. "I can't be your first. Not...<em>that</em>. Just <em>this</em>." He seemed to be saying that he wouldn't go all the way with her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 13:07:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Y...&nbsp; Yes...&nbsp; Yes..."<br><br>She was having trouble thinking now, his hands were familiar with how to handle her breasts in a way that her meager masturbations had not prepared her for.&nbsp; She felt like some of her personhood was slipping, she was not Brianna the girl, no she...&nbsp; She was the tennis girl, she was a pair of breasts for her coach to enjoy, to feel joy because of...<br><br>"Ohhh!"<br><br>Her moans were louder now, throaty, it was like her chest had been wired into her crotch he...&nbsp; He might make her cum, just...&nbsp; Just like this.&nbsp; It...&nbsp; But that was so unfair of her.&nbsp; She...&nbsp; She could not be the one to feel all of the pleasure...&nbsp; Her hands shivered at her side for a moment, it was hard to think, hard to maintain dexterity when she felt so overwhelmed, so beautifully overwhelmed.<br><br>Still, she could at least give back what she was getting.&nbsp; Fingers, clumsy fingers opening pants, reaching into underwear, drawing out...&nbsp; The first male member she had seen, had held had...&nbsp; Begun to eagerly stroke.&nbsp; It was clumsy, uncertain movements, but they had some fluidity to them, some small art which she put to work, but all the more effective for her earnestness, her eagerness, and his immense arousal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 13:15:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlie tugged at the bra a little, not taking it off, but lowering it enough that the nipples and everything above the nipples were visible above the bra. He looked down at the pink, erect buds and the soft pale orbs. His fingers traced over the nipples, and pinched them very lightly. Charlie kept shaking his head, as if still explaining how wrong this was.<br><br>When his cock was freed and touched, he was about to protest. The objections were muffled by his own light moans. Her movements were clumsy and without training, but right now it wouldn't require much to simulate him. It was harder and thicker than it ever had been.<br><br>Charlie leaned in and took one nipple between his lips, sucking on it, then quickly shifting to the other to do the same.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 13:20:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"S... Shit..."<br><br>She gasped, a curse slipping from her lips, one of her arms going around Charlie's neck as his lips found her breast.&nbsp; She had not expected that, she wanted to hold him there, wanted to prevent him from doing anything than experiencing her breasts with his mouth, than let her experience his mouth through her breasts.&nbsp; She was wet, so wet, it was starting to soak through her panties, she was starting to lose what little control she had.&nbsp; She needed him so badly...<br><br>She grabbed his cock and guided it between her legs, sliding it against her inner thighs, pushing them together so the top slid right under her slit, so he could feel how bad she needed him, stimulating him, too, with the pressure from her legs pushing around it as her hips began to jerk.<br><br>It was good they were all alone her, her moans were likely loud enough to be heard outside the locker room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 13:37:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlie, in his wild lust for these breasts, lost inhibitions to keep his stimulation of them to a soft and sensual manner. Instead he sucked them and let his tongue run around and across them, burying his face between them as he pressed them closer together with his hands, creating a massive cleavage for his face. He practically slobbered over them.<br><br>He groaned as his cock was pressed between her thighs. He desperately wanted to feel her mouth on them. To push his cock between her breasts or put it inside her - but that was still a perversion act that he couldn't allow himself to indulge. He bucked his hips and pushed his cock deeper between her thighs; just a few times. Then he groaned and came, shoothing his load behind her as well as dripping down her inner thighs and behind her knees.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 13:41:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt elated as he came.&nbsp; She had done it, she had brought him pleasure in the fullest degree, and he was doing the same for her, it was...&nbsp; It was amazing how eagerly he perused her breasts, it was everything she had hoped for.&nbsp; Of course, with his orgasm staining her thighs and the floor behind her it seemed unlikely that she would finally lose her virginity here but...&nbsp; But this felt so good.&nbsp; There was no way they would not do it again, no way they would not do more.<br><br>"C...&nbsp; Coach...?"<br><br>She managed, between unsteady moans.<br><br>"I...&nbsp; I want your...&nbsp; Fingers in me... I...&nbsp; Make me cum..."<br><br>She pleaded softly.&nbsp; She was so close, she had to feel...&nbsp; Some part of him in her so she could let go of the tension that was building.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 13:54:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlie felt embarassed and ashamed about what he had done. A big part of him just wanted to button up his pants and get the hell out of there. But another part of him felt bad about having cum without giving <em>her </em> any pleasure, he thought.<br><br>She had touched him. He supposed it wouldn't make it worse if he touched her in turn. "Like...this?" He eased his hand over her tummy, over her mound and slipping inside her panties. When he felt how wet she was, he could only say her name. "Brianna!"<br><br>His fingers slipped along her slit, finding her entrance. The outer tip of his middlefinger slipped inside. His thumb rubbed the area above where her clit would be vulnerable for additional stimulation. His cock remained semi-hard and dripping against her thigh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 14:00:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"C... Coach!"<br><br>She yelped as she felt his fingers slide into her, as he gasped her name.&nbsp; She felt like she was on fire.&nbsp; Her breasts had been played with so much she thought they might bruise, but at the same time, at the same time she loved it, she loved how she felt, how she made him fee, and as she felt her hips starting to jerk, as she realized she was almost at her limit she grasped his half hard member, gently stroking it until...&nbsp; Until his fingers deftly started manipulating her clit.<br><br>Her head jerked backwards as her breasts thrust forwards, her hips thrusting involuntarily against his hand as a long groan of pleasure parted her lips, as all the tension that had built up inside her uncoiled at once, flooding out of her as she jerked on his hands, one arm on his member, squeezing it, as the other went around his neck to help hold herself up.&nbsp; As she shook and groan gripping him was all she could do to ride out the long building wave.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 14:08:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was tight and probably a virgin, Charlie realized both to his relief and his surprise. She had said so, but he didn't really register it then. She really wanted him to be her first, didn't she? He fingered her carefully, pleasuring her clit as much as he used his finger to enter her.<br><br>The sound of her pleasure and her orgasm was heavenly. Her moans in his ear. Her body in tremors and spasms against his. Her hand on his cock. Her breasts against his other hand. He held her tight througout her orgasm, as if comforting her.<br><br>But when it was done, he let go of her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 03:36:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"T...&nbsp; That was amazing..."<br><br>She gasped, still holding on to him, her hand sliding off his member and around his waist, just standing close with him, him mostly clothed, her not even wearing her bra properly anymore.&nbsp; She kissed his cheek softly.<br><br>"Thank you, I..."<br><br>Brianna licked her lips.&nbsp; She did not want to stop yet, she...&nbsp; She had a goal, she wanted to reach it.&nbsp; She did not want to leave the locker room still a virgin.<br><br>"We should probably take a shower."<br><br>She said, regaining a little of her composure, shucking off her bra, sliding her panties carefully down, trying not to get them splattered with any more of his release than they already were.<br><br>"We can't go anywhere like this."<br><br>She said, looking at herself, covered in a sheen of sweat, stained with his release.&nbsp; She moved over to him, working to slide his underwear fully off before going for his shirt.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 10:40:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlie glanced over his shoulder, anxiously. There was not much of a chance that they'd get caught; but he was nervous as hell nonetheless. "I... guess you're right. Just a quick shower."<br><br>Naked now, he helped Brianna undress fully. In spite of his recent orgasm, arousal quickly returned at the sight of her naked body; glistening with sweat, narrow waist, round ass and those heavenly breasts. The very notion of seeing them lathered and wet was enough to get his numb cock throbbing and growing.<br><br>He pulled her along into the shower and turned on the water. The scent of her juices were on his fingers, arousing him further. "I don't... know what to say Brianna. I'm weak. I should have made you stop."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 06:23:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why?"<br><br>She asked, facing him, letting the water run over her hair, over her shoulders, drizzling down her chest as he looked at her, as she looked back at him.<br><br>"It was wonderful, we're so compatible, don't you think?"<br><br>Brianna said, moving over to one of the little used soap dispensers, approaching him, smiling softly, starting to gently rub his chest, the soap starting to turn to suds.<br><br>"I don't want to hear my coach say he regretted that..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 09:54:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking down at Brianna's hands, Charlie smiled a little unsure. "I mean... I don't regret it in that way. It was heavenly... feeling your hands on me. Feeling your breasts in my hands..." He put his hands back on her breasts just as he said it, kneading them gently.<br><br>"It's just the implications... " He was hardening fully agin and his judgment went down the drain along with the water and the suds. He kneaded her breasts more firmly, tweaking the nipples too see the reaction on Brianna's face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 04:59:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmnhh, I like the feeling of your hands on my breasts too..."<br><br>She murmured, moving a little closer, continuing to run her hands over his chest, washing it, feeling it, feeling the muscles, his skin.&nbsp; Her face turned upwards towards him, her mouth opening in a little "O" as she softly gasped as he teased her nipples more intently.<br><br>"Oh yes, like that...&nbsp; Heavenly indeed..."<br><br>Her tongue traced her lips slowly as she massaged his chest thoroughly, even as he played with hers, her hands slowly working their way down his front.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 11:10:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlie pushed the breasts together, so that the nipples were fairly close. Then he leaned in and kissed them and sucked on them. He could only imagine what they'd look like with his massive cock between them.<br><br>This whole thing seemed like a cruel trick by fate. He was cursed with an intense lust and desire for big breasts, and his darling daughter was blessed with the most beautiful big pair one could imagine. <br><br>He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her down on her knees. He smiled, almost apologetically, as he moved to place his hard cock between her tits; making her use her hands to press them tight around his shaft while he started thrusting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 07:41:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wha...?"<br><br>She was a little startled as he pushed her to the ground, suddenly put out of her position in control as he let his desires guide him, guide them.&nbsp; She stared up at him, letting him move her hands as he thrust his member between her breasts.<br><br>"Oh."<br><br>Brianna murmured softly, startled.<br><br>"Oh!"<br><br>She gasped as he started thrusting, having not even considered he might do such a thing, just sort of staying along for the ride in her surprise.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 13:20:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Charlie fucked his daughter's big breasts hard and steady. Having climaxed already, he had quite a lot of stamina now, and was able to go on for a long time. The thrusts brought the head of his cock closer to Brianna's mouth, but he seemed reluctant to make her use it on him.<br><br>He increased the pace, fucking her tits harder, only moving his cock out of the cleavage a few times to slap her breasts with the rock hard shaft. Then, he held the thick shaft in front of her mouth; thick veins running along the length. His entire cock seemed to throb, and glisten like a thick snake.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tennis Pro (DreadD &amp; Tom)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreadD</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 06:14:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh... Oh god coach you're..."<br><br>She was surprised by how rough he was being, how...&nbsp; How self serving, while there was a strange, pleasant stimulation to his movements she had expected something much different from her first time with him, I...&nbsp; He was just taking pleasure from her, using her, and...&nbsp; She did not want that, he had to give something back...&nbsp; She looked at his member, so hard, so stiff, and stood, taking it in hand.<br><br>"You seemed to have...&nbsp; Gotten a lot of pleasure from me."<br><br>Brianna said, her eyes a little hard as she looked up at him, stepping closer.<br><br>"I don't supposed you'd consider giving some of it back?"<br><br>She spoke firmly as she guided his member towards her thighs.&nbsp; She would not let him cum at her expense without letting her feel good, the first time with him had to be wonderful, it was what she had dreamed of, expected...&nbsp; Now it would be what she demanded.
			</dd>
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