Chapter 7
While they were showering together, Julie learned that Gloria had run over to Bertha's apartment after Byron had spotted her in the open field in Griffith Park.
"I guess she remembered my address from a little party I had there a long time ago-it was before you came onto the scene. She said she was confused and needed help. I'll tell you, it was all I could do to keep my hands off her tits," Bertha said as she soaped down Julie's slackened pussy.
"Ummmm. What did she say?" the younger woman asked, working her bar of soap up and around Bertha's hanging tits.
"She told me everything," Bertha said, fucking her eyebrows. "Now look, it's none of my business what you do with your son or anybody for that matter. But you've got your hands full with that girl," Bertha said, sighing as Julie pulled away, rinsed off and stepped out of the shower stall. Fucking with Bertha was fun for a while, but Julie didn't want the woman to get the idea that she wanted to make a practice out of it.
"Where is she now?" Julie asked as she toweled herself off
"Over at my place. Listen, she doesn't know that I was going to come over here. Why don't you come back with me and we'll have a talk-all three of us. Maybe that kind of atmosphere-you know, girl-talk-will get through to her," Bertha said as she tried to help Julie wipe off her tits.
"I don't know," Julie said, gently brushing Bertha's hands away. She didn't want to make it with the secretary again, but then she didn't want to offend her either. Bertha still held the trump card, something that Julie wasn't going to forget.
"Come on. It could be fun. Besides, it might save you a lot of problems later on," Bertha said.
"Okay. You win. But I think you'd better go in your place ahead of me and prepare her. I don't think I could face another series of screams," Julie said, making a face as she remembered Gloria's look when she caught her and Byron together.
"Sure. Now let's get dressed and hurry up," Bertha said as she slapped Julie playfully on the ass.
The drive to Bertha's was one of the longest Julie had ever taken. It was only a ten-minute ride, but it seemed to take ten days. All the way over she kept thinking of what she could say to Gloria. She couldn't deny what had happened. Gloria had seen too much. Maybe she could appeal to her as a woman. Surely the girl had felt attracted to Byron, too. Maybe she'd understand how even Byron's own mother could feel attracted to her son and finally give in when he made the first move.
"Okay. Now you just sit tight and I'll be right back," Bertha said as she pulled her car up to the front of her building.
"Hurry up, please," Julie said in a strained voice. "I think I'm going to have a heart attack if I have to wait too long for you," she panted.
Bertha smiled, then turned and ran quickly up the stairs to her second-floor flat. Meanwhile, Julie tried to compose herself in the car and think of a perfect speech.
"She's gone!" Julie suddenly heard from the second-story front window.
"What?" Julie nearly screamed, opening the car door and jumping out into the street.
"She's not here. She left a note saying that she was going to go to some swimming pool and talk to Byron," Bertha shouted down from the window. "Oh, God! She's probably going to the pool where they're holding the final swim-timings tonight. Bertha-please, drive me there. God only knows what kind of scene she'll cause down there," Julie begged from the street.
"Be right down," the secretary said.
Julie clenched her fingers together in a tight fist and felt her heart pounding wildly. Was Gloria going to denounce them both in public? Thank God she'd decided to go down to the pool before the public was there. Even if there were a scene, it would be only in front of the team and the coach. That was bad enough-but it wouldn't be a disaster.
"You've got a very independent stepdaughter," Bertha gasped as she ran from the building back to the car.
"Please hurry," Julie pleaded as she jumped back in and they roared down the street.
It took them a little over twenty minutes to reach Byron's high-school pool.
"You take one entrance, and I'll take the other," Bertha said as she stopped the car in the parking lot.
Julie nodded, and ran for the east door. As she walked into the pool area, she saw the swim team all lined up on the other side of the building, receiving some instructions from Coach Paul Brown. Julie felt her pussy spasm in spite of her feelings. If it weren't for Gloria hiding some place in the building, she might try to make a play for Byron's coach. But first things first.
She looked carefully around at the empty bleachers. There were a few parents and other students sitting down, munching snacks and talking lazily about the coming meet. But Julie couldn't find a sign of Gloria.
"Hey, Mom! Down here to take a look at the team?" Byron suddenly shouted out from the far end.
Julie nearly crashed through the floor. She didn't want anybody to know that she was inside. She could see Bertha slipping in at the other end of the pool and making a face when she realized that Byron had spotted his mother. Now Gloria was tipped off. Wherever she was, she knew that Julie was in the building. God only knew what would happen now.
"Yes. Just couldn't keep away," Julie said, forcing her voice to sound cheery.
"You boys take it easy for a while," Paul Brown said as he smiled broadly at Julie.
"Great, Coach," Byron said, bending down to pick up his towel and walk over to his mother.
"By easy, I mean swim the length of this pool a few times. I can't have you guys goofing off at the last minute. Your final timing's up this night. That's going to determine your starting position for the meet tomorrow night. Now get those asses in gear," Paul said as he walked slowly over to Julie.
"So, what brings you over here?" Paul asked warmly.
Julie felt her snatch flutter again while her nipples poked out and scratched teasingly against her bra.
"I-I'm looking for my stepdaughter Gloria. Have you seen her?" Julie stammered, trying to calm down as she described the young girl to the coach.
"Hmmmm," Paul said, scratching the top of his head as he thought for a second. "Come to think of it, there was a girl who was here a little while ago. She wanted to see Byron, but I told her he'd be busy for at least another hour. Thought it was just one of his girl friends or something," Paul said.
Julie sighed. Gloria must have gone out temporarily. She'd be back shortly though. Julie looked around for Bertha. She wanted to tell her about this news.
"Looking for someone else?" the coach asked as he brushed his powerful thighs against hers "accidentally".
"I'm. . . I came here with a friend. We're both looking for Gloria, and I want to tell her what you told me," Julie said, feeling her snatch fire up at the constant rubbing Coach Brown was giving her ass with his bulging groin.
"I don't think anybody's around here now. But you know, I think I saw somebody walking over to the locker room. You want to come in and check?" Paul asked as he slid his hand down and cupped his powerful fingers around her firm, right ass-cheek.
"Now what would Bertha be doing in a boys' locker room?" Julie asked as she looked up and smiled at the tall, handsome athletic coach.
"You can never tell about these things," Paul said, pushing her gently forward.
Julie looked back cautiously to make sure that none of the boys saw her with Paul Brown. Satisfied that they were unobserved, Julie shrugged her shoulders and moved towards the locker room. She knew that Bertha wasn't in there. If anything, the older woman would be hiding out in the girls' locker room, waiting to pounce on the first young cunt that walked in.
But Julie felt her pussy rumbling, quaking and twitching with each step she took. The fuck session with Bertha was nice, but not as satisfying as one with a man. If nothing else, it put a sharp edge on her already powerful sex drive. She wanted a cock right now, and the one Coach Brown probably had between his thick, hairy legs would be more than enough for her.
"Well, I don't see your friend anywhere," Paul said, closing the door behind them.
"No," Julie agreed, certain that she heard him slip a padlock on the door and lock it.
"Well, no sense in wasting a perfectly good, secluded room, is there?" the coach asked as he walked up quickly behind her and slid his hands under her arms, inching them up to her tits.
"Ohhhh!" Julie cried out as she felt his fingers squeeze her tits, mashing in her nipples while he ground his groin against her ass. She could feel his big, hard cock poking through his tight-fitting blue swimming trunks. Julie could hear his thick matting of body hairs rubbing against her blouse as he groaned softly in her ear.
"My God! What if somebody walks in?" Julie groaned, pretending that she didn't know about the padlock on the door.
"That's all taken care of," Paul said, turning her gently around and starting to unbutton her blouse.
"And where? The floor? It's hard file," Julie said looking down at her feet.
"Come on over here," Paul said, taking her by the hand and leading her to the back row of lockers. Hanging on the rear wall of the locker room was a tumbling mat. Paul let go of Julie's hand and pulled the mat off the wall, flopping it down to the floor with a loud crash. "There you go. Instant bed."
"Mmmmm," Julie said, feeling another torrent of steaming twat-juice ooze out from between her puffy labes and trickle down her right leg.
"Looks like you're as hot to trot as I am," Paul said, looking down and seeing that tiny rivulet of pussy-juice oozing down towards her ankle.
"Ohhhh," Julie said, flushing Ted with embarrassment.
"I .. . uh . . . that is, uh . . ." Julie stammered as she felt her knees knocking together in nervous excitement.
"Come on, babe," Paul said, reaching down and grabbing his crotch with both hands. "What I've got here stored up in my balls can't wait much longer."
Julie looked down at Paul's crotch when he took his hands away. She could see a growing stain in his bathing trunks where she guessed the tip of his mammoth prick was. He was already leaking jizz out of his pigs-slit! She felt her pussy spasm wildly; and she nearly fell to the floor from the contraction.
"Whew! Looks like you're just about ready, too," Paul commented wryly as he slid his thumbs under the waistband of his trunks and pushed down.
Julie held her breath, then gasped loudly as she saw the coach's prick spring free of the suit and bob wildly in the air. It must have been at least an inch and a half thick, and a good eleven inches long! His balls hung low and were covered with a thick matting of black hair that was a continuation of the forest that covered his chest, groin and powerful legs.
"Like what you see?" Paul said as he reached down with his right hand and slowly stroked his cock. Julie smacked her lips as she watched him use the drops of pre-cum that oozed out of his prick-slit to lubricate his thickly veined, fully stretched cock-shaft.
"Oh my God!" Julie groaned, raising her hands to her thunderous tits and squeezing them to relieve the tension that was building up in her boobs.
"For Christ's sake, strip!" Paul commanded hoarsely as he moved forward and knelt down on the mat.
"Oh; Jesus, I need your cock. Ohhhh, but give it to me slow," Julie groaned, running, the fingers of her right hand lightly over her swollen, trembling cunt-lips. Her twat hairs were matted tightly together, soaked with pussy-juice.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, shit, how I've wanted to fuck you," Paul admitted as he reached out and slid his hands over the silky flesh of her right thigh. He explored the hot, sweaty flesh that seemed to sparkle with tiny electric fucks of sensuality. He ran his fingers over her panting belly, then stood up so that he could reach her swollen tits. He caressed them gently, rolling their sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. His hands worked over her writhing body like a professional stud's. Julie began to wonder if Byron had taken more than swimming lessons from Coach Paul Brown.
"Oh, Christ, don't tease me!" Julie pleaded as she felt the heat from her snatch searing her brain. "I need your cock stuffed up my cunt NOW!" she wailed.
"Jesus!" Paul moaned. The swim coach pulled Julie down to the mat and rolled her like a dog on her back. "This one's gonna take a long time," Paul moaned as he crawled between the woman's widely spread thighs.
"OHHHH!" Julie groaned as she felt the slippery fat head of Paul's cock rub against her fiery pussy. He rubbed his hands one more time across her mammoth boobs before he bent forward and started lapping his tongue across the taut brown flesh.
"MMMGGGHHHH!" Julie groaned as the coach pulled the hard nipple deep into his mouth while he reached down and flicked his fingertips across her quivering, puffy hot snatch.
"FUCK MEEE! OHHH!" Julie wailed, squeezing her cunt-walls tightly together. She thrashed and bucked on the slippery tumbling mat, rubbing her pussy-lips together as she tried to scratch that growing unbearable itch.
"How does this feel?" Paul panted as he moved upward and hunched his hips forward.
"ARRRGHHH! WWWAWWWHH!" Julie groaned as she felt the tip of his cock-head push gently between her big fat flaps. The woman felt her twat-lips fly apart and wrap tightly around Paul's invading knob.
"MORE! M-M-MORE!" she screeched as she tossed her thighs high into the air. Julie wanted the full length of the swim coach's prick-shaft jammed into her pussy now.
"Not getting away that easily, babe," Paul said as he rotated his powerful ass-cheeks, reaming her quivering snatch like a diamond head drill.
"N-N-NOOO!" Julie cried in ecstasy as she felt her cunt rumbling and quaking violently. She could almost feel a suction building up somewhere deep in her gut, a suction that was trying to pull Paul's cock into her twat.
"Easy, babe," Paul groaned as he pulled his dick completely out of her hot hole. "Oh, God! GOD! DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS! OH, FUCKIN' JEEEESUS, DON'T LEAVE MEEE!" Julie wailed as she bucked and heaved on the sweat-stained mat. She couldn't believe that Paul was going to hop up and walk away. He was too hot to do that, wasn't he? Oh, God, he couldn't leave her pussy throbbing, sucking and juicing like that-he had to batter her clit and cunt with his prick. He HAD to!
"Okay, blow me," Paul whispered in her ear as he inched forward, finally placing his knees on either side of her shoulders. Julie looked up and saw the man's long, thick dong jouncing just above her half-parted lips. The strong smell of sweat and cum filled her nose as she watched his heavy, hairy balls swing slowly back and forth only inches away from her nose.
"FUCK MEEEE!" Julie protested as she licked her lips excitedly with her long tongue.
"How's this for starters?" Paul asked as he reached back until his hand glided over her swollen, hairy pussy-mound.
"OHHHH!" Julie wailed, feeling her cunt spasm and contract wildly at the slightest touch.
"MMMMM!" Paul moaned as he moved his fingers closer and closer to the dark slit between her swollen, hot labes. He moved his fingers easily across the dark-pink flesh of her snatch-lips, gliding them over the thick layer of steaming snatch-juice that continually flowed out of her pussy. Paul traced his fingers lightly over her widening gash, pretending to start to stick them into her hole, then pulling them out just at the last second and chuckling as he felt Julie's pussy rumble and quake in frustration.
"N-N-NOOO!" Julie cried in ecstasy as she felt
"Okay, I'll give you a sample," Paul grunted as he stuck his right forefinger into the hole and felt her slick cunt-walls clamp around it tightly. At the same time Julie screamed and threw her head hard into the mat. Her lips parted and a scream of ecstasy filled the large, cool locker room.
"YAIEEE! AIIEEE! ARRGHHHH! UNNGHHH! G-G-GIVE MEEE... OHHH, SHIIIT!"
"Shut up!" Paul whispered, pulling his finger out of her hole and wrapping his hands around his cunt-hole digger. "This ought to keep you quiet!" he whispered huskily as he hunched forward and rammed the tip of his hot pole against her lips.
"Ohhhhhh!" Julie moaned as she felt hot drops of pre-cum drip out of Paul's expanding piss-slit and trickle over her lower lip. Suddenly she wanted his cock jammed down her throat. She wanted to feel those leaking drops of hot jizz slide down her throat. She wanted to feel his balls trailing across her chin and neck.
"SUCK MEEE!" Paul groaned, hunching forward one more time.
"MMMGFFFF!" Julie answered as she opened her mouth and swallowed the full length of the swim coach's prick.
"Oh, yeah, babe," Paul moaned as he closed his eyes and shoved forward, driving his steaming pole down, down Julie's throat until his hairy, sweaty groin rubbed across her nose.
"MMMMGFFFF!" Julie groaned again. She thought her jaws were going to crack apart. Julie felt torrent after torrent of fresh, hot twat-juice pour out from between her fat snatch-lips as Paul's cock battered against the back of her throat.
"UNNNGHHH, FUCK! FUCK!" Paul cried out, reaching down and digging his fingertips into Julie's forehead.
Julie bucked wildly on the mat, sliding her ass-cheeks up and down the wet plastic top. She surprised herself She was able to slide her mouth up to the roots of his cock without gagging. At the same time she slowly wrapped her tongue around the coach's cock, working her way down to the throbbing head, only to slide her lips back up to the man's hot, hairy groin again.
"UNNGHHH!" Paul cried out, reaching down and back until his hands clamped around Julie's two bouncing titties. He flicked his fingers rapidly across the hard, tough skin of her nipples, mashing them in occasionally with his powerful hands as he continued to ram his big prick down the woman's throat.
"Ohhh, shiiitttt!" Paul groaned, closing his eyes tightly and backing away.
"Ohhhhhh!" Julie echoed, feeling the coach's cock begin to twitch and swell uncontrollably in her mouth.
"No, don't want to come like that-no," Paul said in broken phrases as he finally slid his prick out of the woman's mouth.
"Mmmmmmm," Julie moaned deliciously as she looked at Paul's gleaming red dick. It was covered with thick layers of her spittle and glistened like a long florescent light jangling and throbbing in mid air. Julie looked down and watched his heavy, hanging balls sway back and forth every time the coach's prick quivered. She closed her eyes and listened carefully-she thought she could almost hear Paul's hot load of thick jizz splattering inside the tough, leathery fuck-sac.
"Whew!" Paul whistled, clamping his fingers tightly around his prick. "Almost blew that one!"
"Don't you have it backwards, Coach?" someone asked from the set of lockers next to them.
"Oh, God!" Julie groaned, covering her face in shame.
"What the fuck?" Paul said angrily.
"Don't worry, Coach I got a little suspicious of your instructions, so I snuck around the back, and found the window to the locker room open, and climbed in. I heard you and Mom here groaning away. It didn't take me too long to figure out what was going on," Byron said as he stood next to the mat, towering over them.
"I suppose you didn't even try the door," Paul said wryly as he still rubbed his hot, stiff prick.
"When I saw you and mom going into the locker room, I knew that you'd lock the door. I took a chance, and looks like I won," Byron said as he reached down and started squeezing the increasingly massive hard-on that was swelling the crotch of his tight swimsuit. Julie watched Byron's gropings like a hawk, and felt her clit itching and tingling as it never had before. Two cocks! And both in the same room with her! She wanted them both in her. Julie wanted both men to screw her-one in the cunt, one in the ass.
Paul seemed to guess what she was thinking and looked up at Byron, winking while he ran the fingers of his right hand lightly over her twitching nipples.
"Gotcha, Coach!" Byron said as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of his suit and shoved the material down to his ankles.