Date: Sat, 21 Jun 2008 12:01:37 -0500
From: David Combs <trotterdave49@hotmail.com>
Subject: Part Two of "The Wonder Year: My Sexual Education"

This story takes place in the mid 1960s in deep Southern Illinois, before
Stonewall and before AIDS.  It features sex between teen males, teen and
adult males, adult males and adult males, adult males and females, and teen
males and females.  It if is illegal for you to read such material or if
you are offended by it please leave this site.  This story is fiction.
Always have safe sex and use a condom.  Positive feedback is always
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I thought Coach's plan was crazy and dangerous.  He felt as part of my
ongoing sexual education I should see a woman naked while observing her
having sex with a man. He told me, "The most logical thing is for you to
watch me fuck my wife."  After dinner I was to tell my mother that I was
going out for a long walk.  This was quite believable as I frequently went
for evening or night time walks in the summer.  I was to walk to the end of
our block, go north one block to a gas station parking lot where Coach was
to pick me up.  He would drive me to his house, then smuggle me into a
small tool and lawn shed in the back yard.  After the kids were safely
asleep he would creep into the yard and stealthily escort me up the back
stairs. His wife would be in the bathroom bathing. He would ensconce me in
the bedroom closet which faced the end of the bed.  The closet had louvered
doors behind which I could hide and watch the coach fuck his wife.  After
they were done I was to sneak out down the back stairs while his wife was
back in the bathroom douching.  Then I would have to walk home.

Coach picked me up at the appointed time for the drive to his house.  He
had left the house on the pretext of going out to get ice cream so we had
to stop at the store.  When we pulled into the driveway of his house I had
to crouch down slinking along the side of the car opposite the house.  This
was facilitated by the fact that I had switched seats when the Coach
stopped for ice cream climbing into the back seat directly behind the
driver's seat.  When I had slunk around the side of the garage I had to
watch carefully to make sure no one was watching at any of the windows.
Coach let me into the shed silently, carefully closing the door.  He went
in the back door carrying the ice cream; all I could do now was wait.

Twilight gave way to full summer darkness.  From the grimy window of the
shed I could see lightning bugs winking on and off.  Finally, after what
seemed like hours, every light in the house went out except the one
upstairs which I knew to be the Coach's bedroom.  Then I saw a light go on
in the bathroom next to it.  Shortly after that, Coach emerged barefoot out
the back door, wearing just his jockey shorts he crept across the lawn to
the shed.  I was glad to be freed from the musty dusty shed full of spiders
and, in my vivid imagination, dens of snakes.  Coach took me by the arm
escorting me toward the back door holding his finger up to his lips to
signal for quiet.  I could hardly look at his face, handsome as it was, for
ogling his perfect chest and the bulge in his shorts.

He had no sooner got me up the back stairs into the bedroom when the
bathroom door started to open.  He flung me into the louvered closet
closing the door just at the moment his wife emerged from the
bathroom. "What were you doing in the closet?" she said.  Coach looked a
bit sheepish and replied, "Well, I was just seeing what I had clean to wear
for Driver's Ed tomorrow.  You know I need your help to put my outfits
together." She started for the closet as I tried to shrink back into the
far recesses fearful the jig was up.  Just before she got her hand on the
door Coach caught her around the waist pulling her back to the end of the
bed.  She laughed, "What are you doing, Jim?"  He said, sitting her on the
end of the bed with him, "I just want to kiss my beautiful wife!"  I had to
admit she was beautiful.  She was wearing a pair of baby doll pajamas.  Her
brunette hair fell softly around her shoulders, she had a smile almost as
dazzling as her husband's.  Even though she had borne two children her
figure seemed to be that of a girl of eighteen.  Her breasts were pushing
out the front of her pajama top.  Coach sat her on the end of the bed which
faced the closet nuzzling her neck with soft kisses.  I settled in, sitting
down on the floor of the closet peering out through the louvers which
afforded a surprisingly good view of the action.  She began giggling as
Coach tickled her ribs which caused her to break out into uncontrollable
laughter.  She managed to gasp out, "Stop! Stop!  You'll wake the
children!"  In answer Coach began to unbutton her pajama top while still
nuzzling her neck, smothering her objections by kissing her firmly on the
lips.

Coach got her top unbuttoned all the way exposing her breasts.  Now of
course I had never seen a naked woman before so my eyes grew wide not only
at the sight of her breasts, but at the bulge in Coach's shorts which was
starting to grow quite noticeably.  Her breasts were not obscenely large
but neither were they a pair of fried eggs.  They appeared to be very firm
and upstanding as Coach was now kneading them with his hands while he kept
kissing her.  She began to moan softly.  Her nipples were very hard,
surrounded by brown aureoles.  Coach moved down her breasts and began to
suck on one of her nipples while still kneading the other breast.  He moved
from one to the other, sucking, kissing, and licking while his big hands
kept squeezing them gently.  While still sucking, he moved his hand down to
the waistband of her pajama bottoms making a foray under it.  Apparently he
had found someplace which pleased her very much, because she spread her
legs wider, allowing him greater access.  I could see his fingers moving
around under her pajama panties while his sucking on her nipples grew more
intense.  She threw her head back moaning, "Oh Jim that feels so good!  Oh
yes, suck my tits!  Play with my pussy!"  I was shocked, never having heard
a woman utter what were considered dirty words before.

I pressed my face as close to the louvers of the closet door as I could to
get a better view.  Coach removed his hand from under her panties kissing
his wife very passionately, at the same time he was pulling her bottoms
down, slipping them off her shapely legs until she was entirely naked.
Then, as I found out later, in order to give me a better view he spread her
legs wide fingering her again.  I got my first close up look at a woman's
pussy.  She had dark curly hair at the top of her genital area.  Coach was
using his fingers to pull what looked like a pair of lips apart between her
legs while he fingered an area at the top of her pussy.  He slipped two
fingers into the opening of her pussy and used his thumb to caress the
little area at the top.  By now his shorts were being pushed out as though
a tent pole was under there.  He moaned, "Oh Karen, you're so beautiful!  I
love your tits!  They taste so good!  I could suck them all night."

Karen reached down grasped Coach's cock through his jockey shorts, stroking
it with her fingers.  She broke away from his kiss pulling his shorts down
away from his dick.  She bent down and sucking the head of his dick into
her mouth.  Coach closed his eyes, moaned loudly pulling her head down
deeply onto his dick.  Karen slipped her right hand under his ball sac
caressing his nuts while she sucked him.  Coach couldn't take it very long,
he pulled out of her mouth laying her back on the bed with her legs draped
over the end of the bed. Her feet were now touching the floor.  He crouched
down between her legs, buried his face and began to suck her pussy for all
he was worth.  Karen was so worked up she began to writhe on the bed
screaming out, "Oh yes, Jim!  Suck my pussy, lick my clit, tongue me!  Oh
my God you're making me so hot!"

Coach momentarily turned from his labors, his face dripping with pussy
juices, looked straight at me and giving me a big wink, mouthed the word
"Pussy".  Karen, almost hysterical, cried out, "Jim, stick your big cock in
me now!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!"  Coach stood up, turned to give me another
wink, picked up his wife, sitting her on his knee. He guided his cock deep
in her pussy all the way to his balls.  He sucked on her left tit while he
fucked her.  He began to move his cock slowly in and out of her pussy,
bending at just the right angle so that I could see his balls slap against
her pussy lips.  After a few minutes Coach slipped his cock from her pussy
laying her on her back.  He entered her again swinging her legs over his
shoulders.  He began to fuck her wildly, picking up speed, using his cock
like a piston until Karen was literally screaming. She shrieked, "Yes, yes,
Jim!  Screw me!  Fuck me, fuck me hard!  Ball my pussy!  Fill me up with
your hot cum!  Oh God! I want it so bad! Give it to me you big hairy stud!
Pound my pussy!!  Bang me!  Bang me good!"

Coach responded by increasing his speed again until the dimples in his ass
cheeks kept forming. They disappeared so fast I wasn't sure if they were
real or not.  He cried out, "Karen, your cunt is so tight.  Oh my God I
love your tight pussy!  I'm fucking your cunt my sexy beautiful wife."  His
cries became incoherent until only words came out, "Fuck, cunt, snatch,
pussy, ball me, screw, great lay."  Even though the door was closed I was
astounded that the kids didn't wake up and come into the room to see what
the noise was.  Coach slammed his cock hard into Karen while his thumb was
massaging her clit.  She arched her back screaming "I'm cumming you hot
stud."  This sent coach over the edge, with one final thrust I saw his ball
sac draw up close to his cock. He grunted as one final thrust emptied his
load of swimmers into her hot snatch.

After their simultaneous orgasms, Coach fell on the bed beside Karen
kissing her passionately and tenderly while he pulled her legs aside to
give me a better view of her well fucked pussy.  I saw Coach's cum mixed
with her pussy juices dripping from her cunt onto the bed.  Later he told
me this phenomenon was known as a "creampie".  I could understand why as it
did look like meringue dripping from a lemon pie.

During this intense fuck I had pulled my hard cock out of my shorts working
my meat.  I reached around on the floor of the closet, found the shirt
which Coach had stripped off earlier that day, and filled it with my own
cum.  When Coach and his wife reached their climax I had shot my jizz at
the same moment.  As they lay together, kissing and cuddling, I wiped my
cock and hands with the soiled shirt, wondering what Karen would think if
she found the shirt in the laundry full of another man's cum.

After a period of post coital bliss Karen sat up, telling the Coach she had
to go to the bathroom to clean up.  She stood up, Coach's cum still
dripping down her legs and went to the bathroom closing the door.  Coach
hurriedly got off the bed, opened the closet door, whispering "We have to
get you out of here."  He grinned at me, noticing that I still hadn't
tucked my cock back into my shorts, gave my cock a playful squeeze,
motioning for me to follow him.  Tucking my dick back in my pants, I
gingerly followed Coach out of the room down the back stairs. All the while
I was afraid Karen would open the bathroom door to catch us.

Coach let me out the back door, surprised me by giving me a quick kiss on
the lips telling me he would see me later.  I snuck out around the garage
again going down the driveway on the driver's side of the car out to the
street.  Since Coach lived at the far northern edge of town and I lived
almost at the southeastern edge, I had a long walk ahead of me with a lot
of time to think about what I had seen.  The warm June night was heavy with
the scent of honeysuckles wafting in from the countryside, mixing with new
mown hay smell.  My thoughts began to coalesce into three distinct
feelings: one, I was beginning to fall in love with Coach; two, I realized
I wished I could feel the sensations Karen had felt when Coach's cock was
buried up her pussy; and three, I wished I had tasted some of that ice
cream!