The Tennis Coach Pt. 02

(In part one, Phil’s tennis protege convinced him to give her oral sex to relieve her pressure and anxiety about her upcoming tennis match. Feeling guilty, and that he might end up fucking young Barbara, he called his wife to ask her to come stay with him during the rest of the tournament.)

When Phil’s wife, Cora, arrived at the Cincinnati airport, she took a cab to the Hilton. She identified herself and was given a key to Phil’s room. She took a shower and a nap after unpacking.

Meanwhile, at the tennis tournament that afternoon, Barbara was doing well. She won her match in the quarter finals, scoring 7-6, 6-1. She and Phil were both excited and eager for her to continue her winning streak. When they returned to the hotel lobby, Phil advised Barbara that his wife was going to be staying with him for the rest of the tournament.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Phil, I was counting on you for some more special relief.”

“We both know that I shouldn’t have done that, Barbara.”

“Maybe so, but it helped; I felt wonderful and won my match today.”

“Yes, but I felt guilty last night and I was afraid things might get more serious, so I called Cora and asked her to come down here.”

Barbara’s pretty face pouted and she eased up close to Phil. Her sad eyes stared into his.

“Does that mean you didn’t want to fuck me, Phil? It would only be therapeutic, not really personal.”

“I can’t risk ruining my marriage, Barbara. You’ll just have to find a way to relieve yourself. I’m sorry.”

They went to their respective rooms, agreeing to meet for dinner. When Phil entered his hotel room, Cora was still napping, wrapped in one of the soft white terrycloth robes provided by the hotel. She awoke when Phil closed the door, and he rushed to the bed and kissed her.

“How did it go today out there?” she asked.

“Great! Barbara took control and eased to a win, and she’s in the semi finals. She was at her best today.”

“And is that because you helped her last night?”

“What? No, Cora, I told you the truth; I didn’t fuck her.”

“Then what happened? If you were horny enough for phone sex, something happened.”

Phil thought long and hard before answering. He and Cora had always been honest and open about things in their marriage, and he didn’t want something to come up later and spoil their relationship, so he decided to admit what he had done.

“Her boyfriend couldn’t come along and she was sexually frustrated and somehow convinced me to give her oral sex.”

“How many times did you make her come?” Cora asked with a slight grin.

“Just once, Cora, it was actually just very Escort therapeutic, not personal.”

Cora laughed long and hard and finally composed herself.

“Sex is not therapeutic, Phil, it’s sex. It’s fucking sex when either one of you comes.”

“But we didn’t fuck, and I told her that I wouldn’t. I brought you here so I wouldn’t be tempted to cheat on you and I thought you would appreciate that.”

“I do appreciate it, but did she expect you to “help” her again?”

“I think so, but I told her you would be here for the rest of the tournament and that she’d have to take care of herself.”

Cora got off the bed and tied the robe closed.

“Why don’t you get your shower and some rest before dinner? I’m going to go talk to Barbara to make sure she is okay.”

“That’s fine, just don’t let her know that you know what happened.”

“Don’t worry; I won’t.”

Cora knocked on the adjoining door and Barbara opened it. She was still wearing her tennis skirt and blouse and her face was a little flushed.

“You look beat; may I come in and hear about the tournament?” Cora asked.

“Oh, okay, sure. I was just about to shower but we can chat for a bit.”

Cora strolled into Barbara’s room, shut the connecting door, and turned, smiling.

“Phil told me that he ate your pussy to help you relax for the tournament.”

Barbara’s mouth dropped open in disbelief. She could not figure out why Phil would tell his wife nor why Cora would approach her about it. She didn’t want to fight her.

“Well, yes, I was really, REALLY stressed and I begged him. He didn’t want to do it but I finally convinced him. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, he wanted to do it, Barbara trust me, and I’m not angry about it.”

“You’re not? That’s very understanding of you.”

Cora stepped close to Barbara and looked up and down her young body. She had full, firm breasts, no stomach and beautiful legs under that tennis skirt.

“I’m sure you’re uncomfortable, so why don’t you go take your shower and I’ll wait for you?”

“That would be great; I won’t be long.”

Barbara went into the bathroom and close the door. Cora waited until she heard the water running in the shower and then she went into the bathroom. Barbara was under the spray washing her hair and she didn’t see Cora come in. Cora took off the robe and opened the shower door.

When Barbara heard the door open, she turned around, shocked to see Cora, naked and stepping inside with her. She had just rinsed her hair and she backed against the shower wall.

“Cora! What…what are you doing?”

“I thought I would wash your back for you.”

“But…but, Escort Bayan Phil….?”

“Phil is a dick, Barbara. I know what a woman likes and I will relieve your stress better than Phil or your boyfriend ever could.”

Cora stepped forward into the shower spray and pressed her body up against Barbara’s. They stood hips to hips, breasts to breasts as Cora took Barbara’s hands and raised them over her head, pressing them against the tiled shower wall.

Before Barbara could protest, Cora pressed her lips to Barbara’s in a passionate kiss. Instead of being repulsed, the young girl opened her mouth and her soul and accepted Cora’s tongue. As Barbara returned the passionate kisses, Cora released her arms and Barbara slipped them around the older woman’s neck.

Cora slipped a hand between their bodies and cupped Barbara’s mound. She slid a finger slowly inside and was rewarded with a deep moan against her lips. She pulled away, convinced she would get what she wanted.

“Let’s get you nice and clean and get to that bed,” Cora said.

“Oh, God, yes; I’ve never been so horny in my life!” Barbara replied.

They helped each other with lathered hands washing every inch of Barbara’s body. Cora spent enough time massaging Barbara’s breasts to make the nipples hard. When Barbara felt a slippery finger slide down the crack of her buttocks, she gasped.

“I’ll bet that’s unchartered territory,” Cora said with a chuckle.

After rinsing off well, both women took the minimum of time toweling dry as they headed for the king sized bed. Unsure of how to begin, Barbara lay down on her back just as she had for Phil.

Cora laid down next to her and they resumed kissing. Barbara fondled Cora’s breasts, fascinated by the larger nipples. Cora rubbed her hand lightly up and down Barbara’s thighs and finally let it rest at her pussy.

“I’m so nervous!” Barbara whispered.

“Don’t be; just relax and enjoy.”

Cora repositioned herself between Barbara’s legs and pressed her mouth into that soft wet patch of pubic hair. She kissed and licked the insides of Barbara’s thighs a long time, teasing the girl. When she finally eased her tongue inside Barbara’s pussy, it was sopping wet. Cora lapped it up, kissing the labia and moaning into Barbara’s flesh.

“Oh, my God! That’s…that’s so…”

“Shhh…” answered Cora, stopping just enough to calm the girl.

Cora spent a long time just licking that sweet young slit, teasing the clit over and over. When Barbara’s hands grasped at the bedcovers, Cora pulled them to her head. Barbara instinctively dug her fingers into Cora’s hair, Bayan Escort holding her head.

“Oh, God, Cora, I’m so close…”

Cora eased a finger inside Barbara’s pussy and slid it in and out slowly. Barbara gasped, her mouth gaped open with lust. Cora eased a second finger in and pumped them with a steady rhythm. Her fingers were coated with Barbara’s wetness.

Cora lifted her head. “Look at me.”

“What?” Barbara asked, a little confused.

“I’m gonna make you come; look right at me when you come.”

“Oh, shit, Cora!”

Cora kept her fingers going in and out, searching that special spot that gives the best orgasm. At the same time, she licked and sucked Barbara’s clit, while looking straight up at her.

Barbara went wild, pulling Cora’s hair. Staring down into Cora’s eyes as she was being licked was the hottest thing she had ever felt. Cora lifted her mouth for a second and said, “Come for me, Barbara, come in my mouth.”

Barbara lost it, squinting as she tried to maintain eye contact as she came, and came like never before. Her orgasm ripped through her lower body. The pressure was unreal and suddenly it was gone and she felt like she had no bones in her body. When she pulled her hands from Cora’s head, she lay back, exhausted.

Cora got up on her knees and offered her wet fingers and Barbara eagerly sucked them into her mouth and slid a hand down to her pussy.

“I am SO fucking horny, I can’t believe it!” she moaned.

Cora pushed Barbara’s hands away.

“You need to maintain a little intensity to transfer that into energy for tomorrow. Promise me you won’t masturbate and tomorrow night, whether you win or lose, I guarantee the best sex of your life.”

“But what about Phil?” Barbara asked.

“Don’t worry about Phil, you just concentrate on playing tennis.”

Barbara sat up on the bed and kissed Cora passionately several times. Cora retrieved her robe from the bathroom and put it on.

“Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure, Barbara.”

“So, does that mean you’re bisexual?”

“I guess so. I like pussy and I like dick.”

“I’ll be downstairs for dinner in a few minutes after I calm down.”

Cora had only shut the connecting door on Barbara’s side, so she opened it and went back into Phil’s room, shutting the door behind her.

Phil was sitting on the bed, naked, watching television. When Cora came into the room, Phil stood up and his cock was semi erect.

“I’ve been waiting, babe. I sure could use some relief myself.”

“I’m really tired from the trip, Phil, so you’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

“But, couldn’t you just…?”

“NO, Phillip and don’t upset me or you’ll be cut off for a week. Now, get dressed for dinner.”

She left him and went to the bathroom, closed the door and masturbated, mumbling to herself, “A dick is not what I want right now.”

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