Between school and Brenda, Brian found it easy to avoid being alone with his sister. He still couldn't bring himself even to consider making it with her, although she certainly kept the idea very much alive in both their minds with her lewd remarks and open invitations.
When the day arrived for him to leave for spring training, he felt a great sense of relief. He loved his sister – perhaps too much – but he hoped that during his absence she would find herself a boy friend, and get over her ideas of fucking her brother.
It was also very difficult leaving Brenda. She stood in the airport, holding onto his arm, large tears welling in her eyes.
"Oh, Brian!" she whispered over and over, clutching his arm. "I'm going to miss you so much!"
"And I'll miss you too," Brian answered, kissing her tenderly on the mouth, "at the end of the summer, I'll be back for a week, and we'll take up where we left off!"
He shook hands with his beaming father, who had practically announced to everyone in the airport about his son leaving for training. Brian looked back at the three of them and joined Gary, who had just said goodbye to his folks, and three of his girl friends. Soon they were skyward, each lost in his thoughts, heading for the most grueling summer either would ever spend.
Texas summers are murder. And Coach Freemont was the biggest bastard who ever lived, and he was proud of that fact. The combination of these two things proved to turn hopeful boys into aggressive, fearless men – for those who made it. The first two weeks, however, saw the number of freshmen divided by half, but both Brian and Gary were among those still with the team.
At night, Brian could name each muscle in his body by its distinct ache and throb. He hadn't realized the limits to which a body could be tortured and brutalized. But somehow he made it and when he was recognized by the coach as having special talent, he was brutalized even further as a reward. The idea was to make or break you. But even Coach Freemont realized that Brian was special material, and treated him with detached respect. He had even called Brian by his name instead of his number, which was a small miracle in itself.
Brian was elated when the coach called him aside during the first week in August, after an especially hard work-out.
"You did pretty good today, Morgan," the coach said. "Be over at my house at seven tonight for dinner."
Brian couldn't believe his ears, but he managed to mumble a "Yes sir!" and rushed off to the showers. When he told Gary and a couple of his other buddies about his invitation, they whistled and shook their heads in awe.
"That means you'll be playing varsity for sure!" Gary said, slapping his friend on the back. "Fellas, we got an all-American right in front of our eyes!" he added, not realizing how prophetic his words would be.
The evening was warm and still as Brian knocked on the coach's door. He was extremously nervous, standing first on one foot and then the other, pulling his collar back with one finger, as he waited for the door to open.
Pamela Freemont answered the knock. She was thirty-five, tall, had raven black hair, and dark piercing eyes. Her sensuous lips parted in a half smile as she looked at the young man before her.
"You must be Brian," she said, placing her hand in his. "I am Pamela Freemont. Do come in."
Brian stammered out a greeting, as he took in the full beauty of the coach's wife with a hurried glance. He hadn't realized what he had missed, until he looked longingly at Pamela's full, upturned tits that pressed against a white linen blouse.
"I like that hungry look," Pamela said, indicating a chair.
"I beg your pardon, ma'm?" Brian said, sitting down awkwardly.
"Whenever Bob, uh, the coach, invites one of his better prospects to dinner – which is a rarity – they haven't been around a woman in so long, they look at me like a woman likes to be looked at," she answered, lighting up a cigarette.
"I'm sorry," Brian said, turning beet-red.
Pamela laughed, her manner genuine and easy. "I didn't say it to embarrass you," she said. "Just to flatter myself," she added.
Brian looked around the room and felt the woman didn't belong. The mantle was congested with trophies and awards, the walls full of citations and commendations. It was the house of a coach, and not that of a beautiful woman.
"Coach will be a little late. He had a meeting with the board of directors over the construction of the new stadium. But he did promise to be here by eight. Anything I can get you?"
"No, I'm fine," Brian stammered, shrugging his shoulders.
"Why not join me in a drink?" Pamela asked, getting up.
"Coach doesn't let us."
"I know exactly what the coach doesn't allow any of his athletes to do," Pamela interrupted, and then added with a wicked smile, "which always makes me feel like such a wanton woman when I corrupt his boys."
With that she poured them drinks and handed it to Brian. To refuse her would be like refining the coach, so he took the drink.
"That's better," Pamela said, looking down at Brian. "It will help loosen you up."
Brian turned his gaze from her large eyes and studied his drink.
"No need to be nervous," Pamela said, sitting down. "I'm not going to eat you!" And then she added a couple of seconds later, her voice seductive and open, "until I get to know you better!"
Brian's heart began to pound in his chest so hard, he thought the woman might hear it. He gulped his drink, and when the telephone rang, he almost choked to death at the sound of the jangling noise, which startled him.
"My God, you do have it bad!" the woman said grinning, as she went over to the telephone.
Brian glanced up and watched Pamela who had her back to him, as she talked on the phone, in muted tones. Her ass was firm and delicious looking, and her long, shapely legs were perfectly proportioned. Brian could feel an embarrassing stirring in his crotch as his eyes looked up and down her full, luscious figure. He wanted to look away, but he was hypnotized by her grace and seductive charm.
"Well, good news or bad news," Pamela said, "depending on how you look at it. Coach is tied up in that meeting, and probably will until after midnight. He told us to go ahead without him, and he sends his apologies."
"That's too bad," Brian said, not really regretting it at all.
"Shall we eat?" Pamela asked. "I think I've gotten to know you better," she added, with a wink.
"Sure," Brian answered, getting up.
"I'm afraid the meal is boringly simple, just steak, potato and a vegetable," she said. "Coach is very particular about his players diet."
"Don't I know it," Brian said, following her into the dining room.
"He also has other antiquated ideas, which I don't believe in, either," she added. "But he's not here, and who's to tell?"
Brian didn't comment. He didn't know if she was talking about another drink, or what. He sat in the chair she indicated, as she sat next to him. He felt the pressure of her leg against his, at first thinking it was an accident, but when she began rubbing her knee against his thigh, he knew it wasn't. I'm sure glad it wasn't another drink she was talking about, Brian thought.
He wolfed down his meal, while she toyed with her salad. They hardly spoke, but she continued the gentle massaging of his leg, watching him carefully.
"I like you," she said, when he had finished his meal. "You have nice shoulders," she added, touching him softly on the neck.
"Thank you," Brian said. "I like you too," he added, color rising in his cheeks.
"Why don't you take off your shirt?" she asked, her voice low and filled with lust.
"Here?" Brian asked, looking around the table. "You're right. I have a better place," she said, pushing herself away from the table.
She took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom, and then closed the door. She placed her anus around his waist and looked into his puzzled face.
"Here's a better place," she whispered, her hand going for his crotch, as she gently stroked the bulge with her fingertips.
Brian unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a heavily muscled chest, adorned with dark hair.
"Oh, that's nice!" Pamela murmured, running her fingertip between his pectoral muscles and down the fine line of hair, stopping just above his belt buckle. "What does the rest of you look like?"
Brian was still dumbfounded as he felt her tug at his buckle and then unzip his trousers. As she did so, his cock became free and bobbed out, pressing against his under shorts. He felt her grasp the shaft of his dick and squeeze it up and down in a gentle jacking motion.
She raised her face to his and placed her parted lips against his mouth, darting her tongue in and out in a teasing and sensual manner. Brian roughly placed his arms around her shoulders and pulled her against his body with force. The weeks without even seeing a woman, except at a distance, caught up with him in a single moment.
"Oh, Pamela, let me fuck you!" he whispered into her mouth. "If I don't fuck you, I'll die!"
Pamela pulled him to the bed and pushed him down on his back. She finished undressing him, and then took her own clothes off. She noted with humor the way Brian looked at her firm, yet full, body. Like a hungry animal, she thought, just like I want them!
"You have a beautiful body!" Brian said, pulling her down on his chest. "And I'm going to fuck you!"
"As many times as you want!" Pamela replied, rolling over on her back.
She was already hot and wet between the legs in anticipation of having his huge cock fucking her pussy, and when Brian slipped over on top of her and nudged his dick against her furry cunt, his cock slipped in easily.
"Oh, my God!" Brian whispered, feeling his dick slide against the insides of her pussy. "I'd almost forgotten how great this is!"
Pamela placed her legs around his asscheeks and pushed him down into her boiling cunt, feeling his enormous balls slap against her asshole.
"Oh, baby, you're a big one!" she whispered, feeling the large cock completely fill up her pussy with hot meat.
Brian was only seconds in getting caught up in his passion. He felt a thunderous pressure of cum about to spurt out of his cock after only a few thrusts. He wanted to hold back, but couldn't. He slammed his pelvis into hers and moaned loudly, feeling the gush of jism bolt out of his dick and into her cunt.
"Ooooohhhh!" he wailed, throttling her savagely. "Goddam, I'm coming!"
Pamela constricted her pussy muscles, capturing his spewing cock, as she felt his cockhead spit out gobs of cum into her slit.
"Fuck me, you little bastard, fuck me hard with that big cock of yours!" Pamela moaned, arched her hips upward, pursing her pussy lips around the base of his exploding cock.
Brian shot off the last of his load and then began pumping his dick in and out, feeling the woman begin to moan, as she became more excited. He could sense her body tighten up as she raised her hips upward to meet his banging motions, as he began to increase the momentum. His cock slipped in and out of her tight pussy more urgently as he felt her about to climax. And then she grunted loudly as the first, wonderful spasms of orgasm hit her hard.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" she moaned into his chest. "Fuck me, you bull, fuck me!"
Her cunt walls tightened furiously around Brian's hard cock, as her body buckled in a tremendous rush of pleasure. She tore at his back with her fingernails, as she hit her peak of pleasure.
They both lay gasping into each other's arms, their crotches grinding together. Brian held onto her hard, his biceps flexed as he pulled the woman into his chest, feeling her lovely, full tits caress and rub against the hair on his chest.
"That was the best fuck I've ever had in my life!" Brian finally said, his breathing hard and uneven.
He gently kissed Pamela on the mouth and ran his tongue in and out, between her lips. She flickered her tongue against his, and pulled it into her mouth and sucked on it, and then let him suck on hers. They kissed deeply and wetly, as he began pumping his cock in and out of her cunt, slowly and evenly.
"Again so soon?" Pamela asked, pulling her lips away from his.
"You've got to understand I haven't fucked in a longtime, and I think I could fuck all night!" Brian whispered hotly.
"Well, we don't have all night," Pamela said. "But we do have a couple of hours, so let's don't waste any time!"
She rolled him over on his basic and sat down on his pelvis, his cock buried deeply in her slippery cunt. She placed her feet in his armpits and her hands beside his thighs, and then raised her body and then lowered it on his throbbing dick, feeling the cockhead slip deliciously down the tight walls of her pussy.
Brian placed his hands around her ankles and spread his legs as Pamela began pumping her body up and down, forcing his cock deeply into her pussy and then almost out. His cockhead throbbed with new life as it pressed against her backbone and then slipped against her cunt walls, and almost out.
"Oh, that's nice!" Brian said as she began lunging up and down harder, feeling his balls grind into her asshole.
"Your cock is the biggest I've ever had!" Pamela gasped, feeling the delicious, large meat stretch out her fuck hole.
Brian ran his hands up her legs to her cunt and began to finger her clit, pulling her pussy lips open. He watched as she fucked him, looking at his cock ram deeply into her frothy, cum soaked slit, and back out. When he took her rubbery, throbbing clit between his fingers and gently squeezed and massaged it, Pamela moaned low, her voice harsh and excited.
Brian could feel his cum load getting ready to shoot out as Pamela jerked her body up and down. He fingered her pussy, slicking up her clit with her own juices, and began making thrusts upward to match hers. Their bodies slammed together, causing a slapping noise, as each began to grow hotter and more excited.
Pamela fell forward on his chest, pulling her feet under her thighs as she did so, while the first glorious shocks of orgasm slammed through her body. She grunted and moaned as she ground her cunt around on his cock, her pussy throbbing uncontrollably.
"Uuuuummmmmmm!" she shrieked, her voice muffled as she placed her face into Brian's armpit.
Brian winced with pleasure as he shot his cum deeply into her pumping cunt, and squeezed his arm around her head, forcing her mouth against the hairs under his arm. She began licking and sucking his armpit, which intensified his pleasure as wads of cum filled her insides with creamy, hot jism.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, Jesus, fuck!" Brian moaned. "Fuck me, you cunt, fuck me!"
They fucked hard, their bodies slamming against each other, as they both felt the heights of pleasure. Brian's cock was hard as a rock as it slammed into her guts, and her pussy was tightly wrapped around his meat, capturing his spurting cum. Wads of cum slipped out of her pussy and slicked up his balls and then ran in small streams into his asshole.
Moments later, Pamela pulled herself off of Brian's cock. She grasped it with both hands and slowly began jacking it up and down. She pressed firmly around the base of his prick and pulled upwards, releasing a cock's length of cum.
She pulled the glob of cum into her mouth and sucked it down. Then she ran her tongue up and down the shaft of his dick and sucked in the spilled juices of her cunt, and his warm jism. She lowered her face to his balls and lightly licked his hairy nuts, tasting the musky odor mixed with his cum. She ran her lips up and down the area between his balls, and gently pushing his legs apart, placing her head as low as it would go, sucking the cum that had spilled in his asshole.
Brian grunted with pleasure, feeling her hot, flickering tongue lap up the warm juices that had run over the opening of his asshole. He raised his body slightly, and felt her hot lips suck and nibble the hairs around his shitter.
"Suck my ass!" Brian whispered. "Suck out my shitter!"
Pamela nuzzled her nose between his balls and began running her tongue around the opening of his shitter. She pressed her tiny, pink tongue into the opening and lowering her face, locked her lips around the opening.
"Oh, baby, suck it!" Brian commanded, arching his body upward to give her more room.
With her lips pursed around his shitter, Pamela pushed in some of her spit and then sucked it back into her mouth. She did this several times before swallowing the hot liquid. And then she stuck her tongue into his ass, flickering it around against the insides of his asshole. She could feel Brian's ass muscles throb with pleasure as she began a pumping motion, running her tongue across the insides of his shitter. She rammed it back and forth, completely forcing all of her tongue into his shitter.
Brian's prick began bobbing up and down against his stomach, as the pleasure of her ass sucking became almost unbearable. His balls swelled with a new, hot load of jism begging to be released. He grabbed his cock with both hands and squeezed it hard.
"Suck my cock!" he ordered. "Suck out my cum, you ass-sucking bitch!"
Pamela gave one last suck on his ass and then trailed her mouth upwards, pulling his balls, one at a time, into her mouth, rolling them around on her tongue. She released them and then began sucking the underside, of his cock shaft, inching her way upwards to his throbbing cockhead. She placed one hand on his cock and cupped his balls with the other, as she slipped the gland of his cock between her lips.
"Ummmmmm!" she moaned, feeling her mouth stretch under the pressure of his monstrous cock.
"That's it!" Brian whispered, placing his hands behind her head, pushing her mouth down, on his cock. "Suck it good!"
Pamela almost gagged as the hard, round shaft completely filled her mouth. She pushed her head down slowly, feeling his cock touch the back of her throat, and still there was more! She pulled her face away from his dick and then sucked down on it again, lunging his cock down her throat, until the base of his cock met her lips. His hairy balls pressed against her chin and neck as she swallowed all of his prick, feeling the pulsating cockhead cut off her air.
Brian pulled his leg up and rubbed his foot against the opening of her cunt, feeling the pussy juice wet up his toes. When he did so, Pamela gyrated her body around on his foot, rubbing her clit around on his toes. She rocked her body up and down to meet her sucking motions as she pulled his cock in and out of her mouth, sucking up his dick with her hot spit. She squeezed his balls and pulled them upwards, trying to force them into her mouth along with his cock.
"Suck it! That's it! Suck it!" Brian moaned, arching his hips upwards to meet her sucking thrusts. "Suck out my cum!"
Pamela muffled out a long moan as she felt Brian's cock bulge with the beginnings of his climax. Her own pleasure began to mount as she raised and lowered her pussy on his foot, feeling his toes gently slip in and out of her hot, juicy cunt. When she felt the first hot wad of cum splatter the back of her throat, a jolt of pleasure ran through her body as her own pleasure began to increase rapidly. She pressed her cunt lips against his foot as she sucked down his jism, taking in the large globs of creamy cum and swallowing it eagerly.
"Suck it down, you cocksucker!" Brian muttered, forcing her head into his crotch with both of his large hands. "Suck out my cum!"
Pamela drank all of his spurting jimm, savoring the delicious taste as it oozed down her throat. Her body quivered with ecstasy feeling his foot caress and rub against her clit while she sucked his cock. She found it difficult to breathe, with her mouth full of his meat, and her throat coated with his jism, but refused to take his cock out of her mouth for a long time. And when she did, it was with some regret.
"You had a lot!" she whispered, licking her lips, taking in the last few drops of jism that clung to her mouth.
"And you are one hell of a cocksucker!" Brian replied.
A short while later they were dressed and sitting in the living room, having another drink. It was a little after eleven and Brian had mentioned that he had to go.
"It's a pity you can't have, uh, dinner every night here." Pamela said.
"I sure wish I could!" Brian said.
Just then the front door opened. Coach Freemont walked in and motioned for Brian to keep his seat.
"Sorry I couldn't make it for dinner. That damned meeting held me up. It was unavoidable. Sorry."
Although his tone was brusque as was his manner, Brian was still elated with the evening, and nothing could alter his mood.
"What's that you have in your hand?" the coach said, looking hard at Brian.
"It's a drink. His first," Pamela answered. "I made him drink it, so don't blame him, blame me!"
"That's why I don't want my men to have anything to do with women during football season. They're always making them do things they shouldn't do!" the coach said, sitting down.
Brian placed the drink on the coffee table and looked down at his watch. "Well, I guess I'd better be going," he said.
"That's right," the coach said. "I want you fresh for the scrimmage tomorrow. Sorry again I didn't make it for dinner, but that's the way things happen. I hope you weren't too bored."
Brian cast a sidelong glance at Pamela and said, "No sir, it was a very pleasant evening. Thank you very much!"
The coach got up and walked toward the bedroom, and then turned to his wife.
"Would you mind driving him to his dorm? I'm bushed."
"Not at all, sweetheart," Pamela answered. They drove in silence back to his room, each savoring the time they had spent together. When she pulled up to the darkened building, she turned the motor off, and placed her hand on his leg.
"Would you care for a nightcap?" she asked.
"A drink?" Brian asked.
"No, silly," Pamela answered, unzipping his trousers and pulling his cock out. "This!"
Brian smiled and leaned back, pulling his legs apart, in answer.
Pamela gave him a nightcap that made him drunker than any whiskey ever could. He stumbled into his room and fell on his bed in a heap. He wasn't the freshest man on the team the following day, but he was without a doubt the happiest.